Blog Two

I have had a few days now to think about things.  And on reflection I am very happy with my Day One rant.  Just very sad about it all.  However happy to not have any contact with any of them.  A friend at said that maybe the parents will have a think about and drop me a line, my reply to that was "it would want to a blood good reply with the words I'm sorry in it". 

The last few days have also made me think about two other things firstly on that day I gave them my child the lawyer told me I had to go the Social Welfare and tell them I was adopting the child out and it would be a private adoption.  So off I went walked down the road to the Social Welfare building and upstairs to the right floor and asked for a Social Worker.  I told the woman who came out why I was there she showed me into a room and come back with another Social Worker and 3 files.  In these files were the top 3 couples that were on the list to adopt, they made me open the files and as I sat there in tears they both talked about how what I was doing was wrong and the child would have a terrible life it was a tag team of "you are doing the wrong thing, pick a file" and on and on they went for nearly 20 minutes it was only when the one by the door moved away for a moment that I run out the door and back to the lawyers office.  That was fun and good on the social welfare using all those good old fashion social working skill. 

Secondly I have been thinking about this amazing couple way back then that I had once said to them that I was very sorry that I had not offered the child to them. Her name was Barbara she was my Social Worker (not like those other evil bitches at Child Adoption) when I was in Kingslea (Finishing School for Girls) I went to her and asked her to help me adopt the child out. Her and her husband were there most amazing people I have ever known. Years later I was chatting with her and I had mentioned that I should had offered the child to them and she said "We wouldn't have said yes, it was more important that we look after you at that time" good people don't you think. Today I am more than sorry that they are not the parents of this child. I feel sick to my stomach that I didn't choose the right people.  Here are a few ideas we came up with what I should do next:
Send the same letter every week,
Send a letter with the words cut out of the newspaper
Send a jigsaw and when it's finished it's me holding a sign "Would you like to have coffee"
There were more but as funny as they were I shouldn't write them here.

Right enough of that.

I have been thinking about what I could write about being that what I have to say is so important. Some subjects that I thought could be interesting mostly to me.

Stepchildren (one in particular)
Weak woman
Child abuse
Why I stopped supporting the All Blacks (Another rant will be if more people get outraged of this one than Child Abuse)
Teenager girl are Evil and Mean
Friendship (this should be a rather nice blog I would hope)
Friendships gone wrong
Stupid men (could this the shortest blog ever "Man are Stupid")
Parenting 101
Being a Warriors supporter
My Mother (If you ever meet you will know this could end up part 1 and 2) She is mean, mad and is on the top of my list of people I never want to be in my life ever again.

Well people I need followers so do what ever it that you need to do to become one.  I should make a name for my followers like my own personal cult.  With that in mind all should start selling all there belongs as it wont be long till I start asking for money and of course like all good cults you wont need all that stuff. 

Till Next Time

Warrior Girl