Newsflash: I now drink sweet tea.

If you know me more than in just the blogosphere and/or have been to lunch or supper with me, you probably just had to read that sentence again. I was an avid sweet tea hater. Prior to this summer, I have been a staunch supporter of plain old ice tea with lemon. Unsweetened, please. Of course, if you live in the North, you don’t have to say “unsweetened” when you order. It just comes that way. If you want sweet tea in the North, you have to specifically ask for sweet tea. I’m now finding myself specifically asking for sweet tea.

What happened to me?

To be honest, I still find myself ordering regular tea at times. Because I just like tea. I do. I’ve spent my entire life drinking it and it’s just a “comfort” drink for me. But my Husband and I are blaming this switch from “regular” tea to “high octane” tea on McDonald’s advertising. Haven’t you seen all the big billboards? SWEET TEA! $1.00! And every time we see a sign, we say, “Mmm, sweet tea.” And, oh, the horror, the past three pitchers of iced tea that have been brewed and made and chilled in this house have been, oh, oh, the horror, sweet tea.

Maybe I was just tired of being bitter?

See that? I just snarked myself.

Anyway, the Husband and I were talking about that change that we’ve both been through this summer. And I got to thinking about other things that have changed over the years. And I’ve decided that change, whether the world puts it in the box of “good” or “bad”, is necessary to continue on life’s journey. If I wouldn’t have changed anything about my parenting, for example, I wouldn’t be the parent I am today. Not that I was a bad parent as BigBrother indoctrinated us into the parenting world. I just learned my way and changed things as I went. Such is life in adoption as well, I suppose.

The trick is finding the peace with changes as you go. I’ve found my peace with sweet tea. Now, onto bigger and trickier subjects at large.

 

I sent some pictures off to CVS to be printed. I normally print and ship via Shutterfly but I had some free prints from CVS so I took advantage. It’s the pick-up-in-store variety. So someone gets to ogle my family as they stuff the memories into an envelope.

Obviously, I printed a bagillion of the boys. But I also printed two pictures of the Munchkin. And I’m wondering what the printer person was thinking. Because I had about 40 pictures of these two boys. And then two of a girl. In a different house. With different people. Do they think she’s just a random girl? Do they think she’s a cousin? Or a friend’s daughter? Do they even care?

When I pick them up, I want to say, “Ah, yes, pictures of my three kids.” Chances are that the cashier won’t be the same person that stuffed the pictures into an envelope. But I want to brag, really. All of my children are absolutely beautiful.

This rambly post was brought to you by the Blizzard of 2008 which has made me unable to get to the store to pick up the said pictures… and has left me thinking about them non-stop! I threw in two pictures of the Munchkin specifically to update the picture on my fridge and the frame in our bedroom. And now I can’t update them because of the eight inches (and falling) of snow outside. I’m impatient! Want to update! Now!

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