I am SO influenced by you guys. Several of you emailed me to say that Target had some Liberty of London stuff SQUEEEEEE! and I didn’t know what Liberty of London was but it sounded GREAT! and SQUEEish! And so here I am, a few days later, the owner of a Liberty of London mug.

It is fun to think how easily we could be mug twins!

The new cat continues to be kind of a dummy. This morning one of the kids said, “Um, the new cat is eating one of his toys,” and I thought, you know, he was just chewing a catnip mouse or whatever, but NO, when I arrived on the scene there was only an inch or two left of the yard-long piece of yarn we’d tied a ball of crumpled paper to. Cat-toy extraction before 7:00 a.m.—not my favorite way to start the day.

He is intrigued by all the birds outside the window, and he has smacked into the windows several times. SEVERAL TIMES.

Yesterday I went down to do laundry and saw the cat looking down at me from a hole in the ceiling.

Come a little closer: Ceiling Cat needs to administer a paw slap.

Some current contenders for the name: Dim Bulb, Taco Short, Partial Deck, Loose Screw, Head Injury, Death Wish, Teen Boy.

Bee-tee-double-you, this cat experience has totally changed my opinion about returning non-working-out pets to a shelter. Did I mention that our kitty was a return? Well, he was. The people who adopted him first said he was out of control and a danger to young children (because of playing rough). The shelter let me read the form the owners filled out, and it was really clear the owners didn’t like him. But we LOVE him! We LOVE him! I pick him up and SQUEEZE him and kiss his soft head! And he plays GREAT with the kids!

If I’d been the one to return him to the shelter, I know I would have felt AWFUL. Like I was violating my commitment to him. Like he’d languish all his days in a cage because he was a Defective Cat and I couldn’t hack caring for him. But look! In this case, the cat was re-adopted 2 days later by a family he’s PERFECT for! The first family could have suffered through the years with him, but isn’t it nicer for the kitty to have a household that thinks he’s the best cat since cats were invented? If the first family could know what the cat’s fate would be, they’d be RUSHING him to the shelter with NO guilt at all, EAGER to send him to the household where he would be praised and loved and snuggled and where everyone would say, “Oh HI kitty!” as they passed him in the hall. If I ever adopt a cat that doesn’t work out for us, I will rush him back to the shelter, gladly forfeiting the adoption fee as a donation to a worthy cause, so that he can be with the family that will adore him!

I ordered eleven—ELEVEN—pairs of glasses from ZenniOptical.com. One reason I ordered so many is that they were $8 per pair and I figured if I ordered eleven pairs without trying them on I might get two or three good ones, and if I DID get three good ones they’d be less expensive per pair than the Walmart $38 special. I figured I could donate the extra pairs to one of those organizations that collects glasses and STILL be ahead.

But I like ALL of them. ALL. I like them in different ways, but I like all of them. LET ME SHOW THEM TO YOU. (Incidentally, I gradually discovered that head-on photos of glasses look a little odd, and slightly-turned-head pictures come out better, and also let you see the ear pieces. Perhaps you will notice this in the frequency of photos with that head angle.)

1. I am wearing these RIGHT NOW. Green glasses with black earpieces.

2. Purple metal tops, rimless bottoms, rectangular.

3. Pretty much the same as #2, but with the purple metal all the way around.

4. Yellow-green, WITH RHINESTONES.

5. Green and pink.

6. Gold metal on top, rimless on the bottom. Very similar in shape to my old glasses, as you can see from my relaxed, non-surprised expression.

7. Um? I am not sure about these, and they are not “right for my face” PER SE, and yet I like them anyway. They’re black in the middle, green on the sides. They emphasize the asymmetry of my face, so I should have done the semi-sideways photo for these.

8. I find these goggle-like pinky-purple ones AMUSING.

9. Green on the top, rimless on the bottom.

10. I love these green snowflake ones soooooooo much. Can you tell?

11. Purple tops, rimless bottoms, the oval version of #2.

Cost for all eleven pairs, including shipping? $100. OMG.

To order from Zenni, you need your prescription AND your “PD” (pupillary distance). It is a little embarrassing to ask for the PD: your prescription belongs to you and it’s easy to get a copy (my optician gave me that without me even asking), but the optician doesn’t have to tell you your PD. What I did was I ordered a pair of glasses at the optician’s office when I got the prescription, and then told them I’d seen a pair of glasses online and I would also need my PD. They were totally cool about it.

Here is a picture of me wearing my old glasses. When I bought these glasses more than 8 years ago, almost all glasses were METAL and ROUND. It was hard to find a pair that was even OVAL.

Here’s a side view. Notice that these glasses don’t FIT ME: the earpiece goes way up into my hair instead of hooking over my ear. I noticed this after I’d bought them and it’s bugged me ever since.

Here is a picture of me wearing my new glasses. Now all glasses are PLASTIC and RECTANGULAR. It was hard to find a pair that didn’t bisect my undereye circles in an emphasizing way. I ended up with metal and rectangular. I think I could have gotten a better shot of them if I hadn’t been so concerned about de-emphasizing the underchin area.

Here is a side-view of the new glasses, which is pretty much why I bought them.

I’ve also ordered about ten pairs of cheaps from Zenni, so we’ll see if any of those turn out.

Today, our umpteenth trip to the animal shelter, we came home with a parcel.

This is a boy cat. He is a little over a year old. I liked him immediately. After thinking, “Maybe?” about two dozen cats, this was the first one I asked to see in one of the rooms they have for Getting-to-Know-You time. I had all three littles with me, and he was GREAT with them. The littles were loud, and they kept squealing and jumping, and he didn’t even flinch. We all pet him and he didn’t flinch. The littles played with him with cat toys and he played exuberantly but with no bodily harm. He let me pick him up. I filled out the paperwork and we put him in the cat carrier. I hadn’t brought the cat carrier on previous visits, so I’m glad I brought it today. We brought him home. He has since been sniffing every inch of the house.

He has pretty fur patterns. Neither Paul nor I has ever had a cat with this kind of coloring.

He is brave/stupid.

He is a little funny-looking. He is the kind of cat who, new to your house, will sit on your dining room table like he doesn’t even know what guest manners ARE. We are calling him “the new kitty” because we don’t have a name for him yet.

I wonder if Bruce Springsteen feels differently about the lyrics of “I’m on Fire” (“Hey little girl is your daddy home / Did he go away and leave you all alone?”) now that he has a daughter? _I_ sure do. *gag*

I’ve been going back and forth between our two local animal shelters, looking for our next cat. A couple of times, I’ve hesitated about a cat and it’s been gone the next time I went. I think it’s most likely at this point that we’ll adopt a kitten: I feel less shy with kittens. When I consider an adult cat, I feel a little awk about it, like it’s weird to bring this stranger to our house and expect her to just live with us because we say so. On the other hand, I love how with an adult cat I can see what it’s LIKE. So I continue to dither. I’m also dithering because I’m not sure I want to inflict another cat on our current cat. She seems to enjoy being an only, and I’ve enjoyed feeling like seeking out the company of a cat rather than brushing cats off every surface.

I’ve been on a reading kick. I seem to be getting one intense, thought-provoking book after another. It’s a little tiring. First I read Middlesex. Then I read The Help. Then I read Handle With Care, but after 100 pages I was done with that kind of stress so I skipped ahead to the last 15. Now I’m reading Olive Kitteridge.

I’m also watching the second season of The L Word, so I am just about scalp-deep in thought-provoking.

Henry just asked me if a rollerskate was a quadruped.

I registered the twins for kindergarten this fall. That seems NUTS to me. Since they were a year old I’ve been saying it would be unexpectedly soon that they’d be in school (I started saying it during the OMG Pregnant Again! panic), but it really did come up fast. Two years after that, it’ll be Henry in school. And then what? Let’s not turn our minds to it.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been reading Kim at Laments & Observations, but I remember when she posted that her stepdad-in-law had given them $10,000 for a last-ditch attempt at having a baby, and that was in January of 2009 so it’s been at least a year. There were several parts of that post that got to me: her saying that she wanted one of those baby things about as much as she wanted to keep breathing, and her talking about how the stepdad-in-law was too cheap to buy eggs for a batch of cookies but had asked if he could help them pay for fertility treatments.

Re-reading the post, I get kind of teary about it again. And especially because it’s a year later, and we know what we didn’t know then, which is that the fertility treatments wouldn’t end up working.

The next step is adoption. More than half a year has gone by, and I started wondering if Kim’s personality is similar to mine on things like this: I face something unfamiliar and I freeze up. Part of it is fear of not knowing what to expect, and part of it is fear of what might go wrong, and part of it is fear of going through all that and still not getting what I hope for, and part of it is a reluctance to start doing all the boring/difficult crap that needs to be done, and part of it is just FREEZING UP and who knows why. Obviously the right way to get started is to GET STARTED: if I don’t know what to do, I need to FIND OUT; and if crap needs to be done, best get it over with. And yet do I? No. I’m frozen.

What works for me is fret-blogging to access our collective knowledge. I might not be able to face making plans for a trip, but I can put all my frets about it into a post. And then one person says, “I don’t know about the hotel, but I can tell you that taxis are a flat-rate $50 from the airport.” And someone else says, “I don’t know about taxis, but I can tell you that what I did about a room was book one myself and then then I found a roommate she sent me a check for half.” And all these bits of information come together until I have enough basic and specific knowledge to unfreeze and start to take action. Plus I feel motivated to do something so I can give updates: it feels as if other people are invested.

So I emailed Kim and asked if she was like this and she said yes, and I said can I help by posting about it and she said yes. I would really like Kim to have a child, and I feel the urge to help, and I have a feeling that “wanting a child” is a common enough feeling that a lot of us can empathize—and can turn that empathy into assistance.

Mostly what’s needed here is ANY TIDBIT YOU HAVE. Do you have information about adoption? Did you adopt? Are you trying to adopt? Did someone you know adopt or are they trying to adopt? Have you HEARD stuff or READ stuff about adoption? Do you happen to know the FIRST STEP, because I think that is the hardest part.

What can someone expect from a home inspection—is it really awful and invasive and humiliating and do you get docked points for dog hair? What other parts are there to the process? About how long does it take, and are there ways to speed it up?

How much does it cost? And how do people afford it if they don’t have much money but would make such a good home for a child? And are there ways to reduce the costs?

How possible is it to get a newborn? How about a very young child, like say 18 months or under? What are the different kinds of adoption—like, there’s the kind where you adopt a foster child from the state, right? and the kind where you adopt from a woman who calls an agency and says she wants to give her baby for adoption? and the kind where you adopt from another country? And is it all different answers/procedures for all those different kinds?

Adoption stuff varies so much by state, and Kim and her husband live in South Carolina so of course the MOST useful information would be from anyone who knows about South Carolina adoptions—but ALL information is useful to the unfreezing process. Don’t feel awk about saying, “Er, I only know this one teensy detail I heard about Wyoming adoptions…”—OUT WITH IT! We want to know it all! Help!

[Edited to say more what I wanted to say.]

I’m tired of the words “avid” and “voracious” being used so surprisingly often before the word “reader.” It’s a pet peeve of mine. It particularly surprises me because those adjective/noun pairings are so overused, I would expect that an actual avid/voracious reader would be just as sick of it as I am.

How’s that? Better?

There are still a few things I buy at Walmart, despite everything. Most of them are things I can’t find elsewhere, or things that are SUCH A GOOD DEAL I CAN’T STAND IT. For example, Paul goes through more pickle relish than you would believe, and it costs $2 per regular-sized container, but Walmart had an industrial size (a gallon, I think) for $3.50. (Our Walmart doesn’t have that anymore, in case you are a relish lover who is already putting on your coat and getting your purse.)

Another is imitation vanilla extract. I use real vanilla too, but I’d just as soon use the imitation stuff in certain things, like flavoring Vanilla Sugar Milk (a “recipe” my brother and I came up with in childhood, which is adding sugar and vanilla to…well, to milk). I also use it in recipes that call for a TON of it: I have a no-bake cookie recipe that uses 1 TABLESPOON of vanilla, and that just seems like a whole heck-ton more vanilla than any recipe needs, so I use 1 teaspoon of real and 2 teaspoons of fake.

ANYWAY, Walmart carries an 8-ounce bottle of fake vanilla extract for 99 cents. That is CHEAP, my friend: our grocery store has a 2-ounce bottle of fake and it costs $2.00. Walmart, 13 cents an ounce; grocery store, $1.00 an ounce. The last few times I’ve been there, though, they haven’t had it. (This is another way in which Walmart drives me nuts: great prices, but then no stock for months on end.)

So today I was feeling frustrated about that, and frustrated with my inability to find it anywhere else at a price that didn’t make me feel like throwing a tantrum. That’s when it occurred to me to check Amazon. And look what I found:

(image from Amazon.com)

Well, sure, that is a LOT of vanilla flavoring, but it doesn’t seem to go bad and I do go through a lot of it. Plus, it keeps me from having to keep checking Walmart for it; it keeps me from having to buy it for $1.00/ounce from the grocery store in the meantime; and it helps me with my goal of reducing the number of things I buy at Walmart.

Do you remember last October when I wrote about how Walmart sells sneakily smaller packages for their “lower prices,” so that they often actually cost MORE while bragging that they cost less? I used the example of Luvs diapers, which Walmart packages 70 to a box while Target puts 80 in a box: it SEEMS like the Walmart box costs less—if you don’t happen to notice there are fewer diapers.

WELL. Reader Christine sent me another example:

I thought you would get a kick out of this one, please see the attached picture. I bought packs of Quilted Northern, 12 rolls each with identical packaging, one from each store. The roll on the left is Target, the one on the right is Wal Mart.

Pretty funny huh?

(photo by Christine)