So, you all, out there on the other sides of your computer screens, know that we have been trying like crazy-cakes to get into the FS. I like to think that it's not pathetic, that we have gusto, guts, stick-to-it-iveness, that we are Troopers. That we are fighting for what we want. Because it hasn't been easy, peaches and cream, lolli-pops and oh, whatever is sweet and lovely. I fought the urge to write "hand-grenades", for some reason… anywhooo.
I hope I don't appear to be showcasing our very lameness for the world. Should I not tell the world that this is the third attempt?
We are not desperate. Not forelorn. Because we are not begging.
Although I may have begged on this very blog, on occasion, over the past 2-3 years, for Ms. Walton to pick up her phone and call… (yeah, I know, it's actually an email, pick up her… mouse, keyboard?, c'mon, folks!) But we do have a life here, with happily adjusted kids (even the middle schooler) and our friends and family actually know nothing about this whole FS quest being ongoing.
We haven't told either of our families that we are still pursuing the FS. Why get them all freaked out, again?
In fact, a neighbor said, "Remember last year, that whole FS thing? Whew, glad that's over. Glad our kids will get to grow up together and graduate from high school together."
Um, yeah. Me too. I sure do. love. it. here. (head tic)
It looks like without a CNL or SCNL, there might be no way to get called anyway. How do people afford that? Really? Heading off to Turkey? China? Should my husband quit his job? I mean really. Not gonna happen. Maybe a trip to China Palace for MaPo Tofu… MmmMmm.