I'm Running Out of Titles

I'm running out of things to put as titles on here. So last night Lee picked up Jackson from Candy's house and he already had Mackenzie since she was out of school yesterday. I went and got my hair cut and highlighted. Then I met Jana at O'Charley's for dinner. We rarely have the opportunity to eat dinner without the kids. It was really nice and refreshing. We were so hungry and I hadn't eaten a thing al day. It was a little after 8 when we finally were seated. They were crazy busy and all the restaurants have been this week. Apparently it's fall break in part of Alabama, Georgia and Tennessee. I hate tourists. They drive like they have no where to be or they have no idea where they are going and can't make up their minds where to turn. They wear the same Destin t-shirts that they've bought at the beach stores. They're so easy to spot in a crowd. It's kind of like the Chinese tourist with the camera and fanny pack around them. Speaking of that there was a lady with a fanny pack last night. Isn't that sooo 80's?

I got a copy of all of my records that the court had pertaining to my adoption. It was very odd. Odd because there was a copy of my original birth certificate. This one had the hospital in which I was born in. I've never seen that before. It also had a name. Not Baby Girl Mitchell like most adoptees would've been, but a name. Kily Rae Mitchell. Kind of odd. I wonder if this is what the foster parents of mine called me? I've always wondered what they called me. I guess most birth mothers never name their babies so that's why the birth certificates just list the gender and mother's last name.

In the paperwork was the Investigator's Report by Mary Smith. It's 6 pages long and talks about Bobbi and Brad but without names ofcourse. It then goes into detail about my parents. It's so funny because they go into detail about their siblings and parents. It even lists how much money my dad made back then and that the house was paid for by the church. It has their savings account information among other things. It even had that they owed $900 for furnishings. How cute. It also gave the height and weight of the birth parents and my parents. I was sick when it reads of my mom "In appearance, she is 5'4" tall and weighs 102 pounds." Ummm.. 102? I bet if you blew towards her she'd fall over. Doesn't it just make you want to hurl? Even today though she's still tiny.

I have to say I was blown away by some of the information in the paperwork. Well, not by a lot just one thing in particular. Other than that it all is what I knew to be. It's just weird looking at everything. I never in a million years thought I would see the original birth certificate and I never thought it'd have a name on it. I guess there won't be any more fun suprises like this paperwork. I don't believe there is anything left to see. Unless someone tells me Brad or Bobbi are aliens or something like that.