The New Author

For a while now I have been racking my brains trying to think of new things to things to post about, most of the time coming up with little or nothing new. Apart from the problems I am having trying to install WordPress MU (which is still not installed) Then it struck me, there are plenty blogs out there who have guest bloggers, so why not try to see if I could have a guest blogger here at Nosceres World. I emailed a few people asking them if they would be interested and as luck would have it someone responded.

So I would like to welcome Shmode from The Frogged mind no doubt she will tell you more about her self when she gets here. One of the things I know is a big interest of hers is adoption, so those of you who have the same interest get ready, no doubt she will have loads to say. One more thing about Shmode, over the how ever many years she has been running the Frogged mind , only once have I known her get all political in her blogging, so fasten your seat belts, no doubt she will have plenty to say.

(If there is anyone else who would be interested in being a guest blogger here at Nosceres World drop me a line with a link back to your blog, you never know).

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Bon Fire Night

Its that time again, the day that spoils my favorite time of year is here were most of the UK return to their Celtic pagan origins and burn effigies on the top of huge fires made up from odd bits of rubbish and wood that people have found as well as all fencing within a three mile radius. There will be organised firework displays as well as private ones were people have paid at least two months wages to buy.

On top of all this the bangs, fizzes and all the noise scare the crap out of my dogs, literally. Then there are the cats who will spend half of the night trying to find somewhere to hide.

What I dont understand is the whole 5th of November thing anyway, I know its all about a bloke a couple of hundred years ago who was caught trying to blow up the houses of parliament but what I cant get is why we celebrate someone “failing” to blow them up.

Yep, I really do not like November 5th at all, too much hassle. K I’m going off on a slight tangent here but have you noticed how fast Christmas gets here once November hits us, oh the joys of Christmas, random kids knocking on the door singing the first three words of a Christmas carol then bursting into fits of giggles and expecting you to give them something other than a smack in the mouth or a face full of front door.

(Note: This post did originally go on for another two to three paragraphs but I deleted them as I went off on a rather large and unfluffy rant).

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Insert Snappy title here

Avoidance. Ignoring it altogether. That might be my aim lately with regards to adoption.

Hi, I’m Jody, aka shmode. When Noscere invited me to join his parade, inside I panicked a little. Not because he suggested a topic I know little about, but because it’s been a topic I’ve been ignoring up until now. Talk about an opportune time to pull my head out of my ass. Or arse. There is my singular snappy little tribute to Noscere’s side of the ocean.

Us Canadians, we tend to be on the whole a fairly laid back kind of people, a very you-wear-your-toque-backwards-and-I’ll-say-’eh’, relaxed attitude. It’s quite commonly known around the world that we are not a very up-tightie-whitey group of citizens.

What a load of horse pucky. Good God almighty, I’m a nervous pile of shit and I’m seriously pissed off at myself for not being way more excited at this upcoming experience. How the hell can I pass myself off as a Canadian eh if I can’t even keep my own farging peace?

I haven’t written a single word about adoption here yet have I. I haven’t given the world of Noscere one iota of my exhaustive wisdom about a topic so near and dear to me. I am typing this at 12:30 in the morning after various chocolate raids – hence the rambling – and directly above my head is of course the ceiling, which is the floor of the room of the sweetest little boy imaginable.

I had four days to prepare for him. Four measly days for the impending arrival of a being that has changed my life drastically. I am married to a great guy and we have two beautiful daughters, but I knew our family was not complete. I knew in my heart our family wasn’t big enough yet. Since both of us knew that post-partum depression was not something I was ever going to allow myself to experience again, there was only one option.

I don’t want you to get the wrong idea either. I’ve had adoption on my mind since I was a young teenager. A program intended to entice older married couples to adopt the “unadoptable” actually gave direction to a fifteen year old girl for her future. It wasn’t as if adoption was ever something that was the last resort, and I am one of the fortunate who didn’t have to suffer with infertility to get to that point.

We made the decision in mere hours after being told that he was ours if we wanted him. How could we not have taken that? I’ll never forget telling my two daughters that they were going to be big sisters finally – although our wait was extremely short at only 9 months, for 6 and 8 year old girls, it was a long wait.

I’ve drawn you this lovely picture of a family that has been blessed beyond what we could have ever imagined. So why am I so resistant to hold on to that feeling of anticipation again? Why am I ignoring it?

I have no freakin’ clue.

The paperwork for us is fairly basic because we’ve decided to repeat the previous route and adopt domestically through our government system. Back in the 80s, they would’ve called these children the “unadoptable”, and since that’s a horrible term to think of a person, it is thankfully not used anymore. These are often sibling groups, or special needs kids with a variety of disabilities, or just plain old, simply not infants. Yes, ladies and gents, a child is harder to adopt out if they have #1. been removed from their birth home and #2. not an infant.

Waiting is the most common heard term for us adoptive parents and that is where we currently are in the general process. Just waiting on the government to schedule a homestudy, and once that is approved, we’re in the system and ready to be placed with a child.

It sounds so formal, so dead, such a benign process for an event surrounding a small human being. That’s it. Well shit, that’s so totally the issue. For as long as I’ve had to deal with the government in this, my brain, my heart have both finally come to terms with the government’s messed-up, systematic means of driving us all bonkers while we wait, and instead of being panicky and frantic like I was before on the outside, I’ve just gone all Canadian and let it be.

So … we wait. I’m going to put on my toque, turn on a hockey game, open an ice cold beer eh … and then pack that crap up because knowing my luck the social worker would show up.

Keep your stick on the ice people.

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The Explination.

Explanation time I think. A long time ago in a galaxy far away.. No really for whatever reason today my blog (as it was) started having problems with comments, when you clicked on a comment you and I would get a 404 error. In a vain attempt to fix the error I first of all repaired the sites sql database which did nothing at all. So I figured I would try and reinstall wordpress in the root directory. Needless to day I moved the original install to a backup folder just in case things went wrong, which is were everything “did” go wrong with only some of the files being moved, the rest of them are as we speak floating around somewhere in cyber space. As far as I know they are still out there.

After saying one or two four letter words I decided to just start over and reinstall wordpress from scratch (luckily I had backed up all my posts two days ago). Remember the post I made a while back were wordpress would not install in my root directory and I had to get technical support for my server host to do it? Click here if you cant remember. Anyway it was the same thing again, this time however instead of contacting Tech support I thought I would try and get WordPressmu up and running, well.. It was worth a try. First I had to create an install folder then install it into the folder. To my surprise it worked, so I decided to push my luck a bit further and see if I could install Buddypress and low and behold that worked too. Next I moved all my themes and plugins back to their relevant folder, sorted out my blog roll and now here I sit with a “large” glass of Blossom Hill writing this.

To be far I did want to have a WordPressmu powered blog but I did not think it would end up being my main site. At the moment I know it looks kind of plain but you need to remember that it was only March 2008 that Andy Peatling, the creator of Buddypress joined Automattic full time (source). around a year and a half later its available. If I am honest I am rather excited to see were WordPressmu and Buddypress go and to see how Nosceres World evolves now that its powered by them.

I think I have gone on a bit too long now. With any luck I wont get too many errors that end up with half a servers worth of coding escaping on me, And if it does, hey I will just start over.

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Would I Complain?

And its all over for another year. No, you havn`t missed Christmas. Im talking about bon fire night. As with every year my dogs were scared stiff, lost all control of their bladders and tried as hard as they possibly could to squeeze into the smallest corner as far away as possible from the noise as they could get, only to have fireworks go off in a different garden so starting the process off all over again. Still its all done now. Im not going to complain because there is no point in it and I am not going to “slag” it off.

I have been told by a person I know that I am miserable because I dont like fire works or Christmas. If it was up to me the world would be black and white, because all I do is complain and “slag things off” on my website. I have to admit as well as being taken back a bit by this comment it did upset me. I never thought that my blog is full of complaining and me moaning about stuff. (If anyone makes a comment saying it is Im gonna delete it and complain).

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