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4/21 is our official login date for the adoption!  As of today, we are
standing in line with our “please take a number” tag and waiting patiently for
the call.   Gonna be awhile yet, a couple of years most likely, but hot damn we’re on the list!
Noah is having some nasty allergies that have kept him up the past couple of nights. We know that he’s allergic to elm trees and tis the season. We’re starting him on a daily regement of Zyrtec. Hope it helps.
We have a whole new back yard complete with trees. We paid a local landscapoing
company to come out, strip off all of the old sod, lay new top soil, new sod, a couple of willow trees and making it all purdy. But, who cares. We have our login date!

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I love meatloaf.  Not the beef and bread and ketchup meatloaf, which I do enjoy mind you, but the hard rocking motorcycle riding Jack Black’s Dad looking Meatloaf.  Seriously. This guy has always been Meatloaf. He’s always been over the top, rock opera dramatic. Too big, too ugly, too freaking awesome to be stuck with just one talent. He’s a thinking man, not one to rush into a decision and would much rather sleep on it. He’s a lover, he’d do anything but That for love. He’s a man of wisdom, and given enough time it will all come back to him. A lot of people don’t know this, but his first degree was in mathematics (as illustrated by his mastery of fractions in 2 out of 3 ain’t bad) while his second degree is in Rock n Roll n Brew. Seriously, I love Meatloaf. The guy’s been Eddie the bike riding axe murder victim, Bob (Bob has bitch tits), A bus driver for the spice girls, a Confederate colonel with viral meningitis, Jack Blacks Dad (see the resemblance), a hard rocker named cous-couse and did I mention that he FREAKING ROCKS! So next time you’re enjoying a plate full of bread, beef and sauce, drip just a little on your shirt for the man named Meatloaf. The hard rocking, bitch titted, bus driving Jack Black Daddy that makes me smile no matter how crappy my day’s been.

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