Thursday, November 27, 2008
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Please Join Me ...
Is this what we really want out of Christmas?
What if Christmas became a world-changing event again by turning our focus back to the birth of Christ? What could happen to your family if this focus was celebrated in loud, bold and totally unexpected ways? What if you could actually trade your season of stress for a season celebration and unbelievable memories with your friends and family? What if all of this could save a life at the same time? It can. http://www.adventconspiracy.org/
Three years ago I made the decision to rethink Christmas.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Inspired by Adoption


Thursday, August 28, 2008
I'm Baaack!

Saturday, April 12, 2008
This n' That
- I had a great week with my niece. Elizabeth, I miss you terribly!
- This past week I have been sicker than I have been in a long time. I had to rearrange some very important travel for work. I have spent the last 3 days on the couch coughing up my lungs and I have vertigo!
- With a lot of couch time I have been doing some math regarding referrals. (OK ~ me and math ~ dangerous)
- 30 days of referrals that's another 8 month wait = a true miracle
- 15 days of referrals ~ 16 months = a wish and a prayer
- 10 days of referrals ~ 23 months = more realistic - not probable
- 7 days of referrals ~ 33 months = if the next 2 months are only 7 days of referrals I'm trading the 4-door for a another convertible, forget I'm adopting, save for a vacation and enjoying the next 3 yrs as a single girl (wink-wink)
- 5 days of referrals ~ 46 months = most likely scenario and is causing me to reconsider a concurrent adoption
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Oh the Irony!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
For Jules
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Friday, February 29, 2008
Eighteen Down ~ How Many More To Go?
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Plucking Daisies!
Decorate Hazel’s Bedroom, Decorate her bedroom not, Decorate Hazel’s Bedroom, Decorate her bedroom not
I grew up Catholic and my mom’s best friend and her family is Jewish.
Our families grew up together. They celebrated the Christian holidays with us and we celebrated the Jewish holidays with them. It was wonderful.
My brothers and I called ourselves Cath-o-lic-ish. (We had absolutely no undertones of disrespect for either religion, we just felt special that we had both religions in ours lives. We wanted a special name for just us.)
If you want a visual, imagine Yiddish words coming out of the mouths of 5 little Catholic kids. I am saddened that I have lost much of that culture in my life today. That’s another post.
A lot! Our families and friends never bought a gosh darn thing or had baby showers until the baby was born and safely home. I apologize to my Jewish and Cath-o-lic-ish friends if there is a spiritual or biblical meaning, but I learned it was just plain bad luck. Kind of like jinxing, throwing a whammy or a hex on the pregnancy or birth. I am pretty sure there is a real good Yiddish word for it. Wendi help me out here. My Yiddish vocabulary has vanished right along with my size 10 hips.
Well, I am no longer a practicing Cath-o-lic-ish, but I still practice the guilt. I joined our Yahoo LID Secret Pal swap, with a lot of Cath-o-lic-ish guilt thrown in. I have since gotten over that guilt, sort of.
Without Jules kind words, extravagant gifts and beautifully thought out wrappings I would have gone insane. You have no idea how much glee and excitement there is in my house the days, weeks after that package arrives. It’s a wonderful reminder that this adoption is real.
Also, I have bought a few things for my dear little love bug; mostly irresistible bargains at &ymboree Factory Outlet and Targ´et. The first purchase I made for her was her first baby doll. That was very important to me to be the one to give her that. That’s a whole another post.
OK back to plucking daisies …
Now, are you getting the picture? Yup Cath-o-lic-ish guilt. (I love the way spell check wants to change that word and I won’t let it. Spell Check 0. Beth 6.) I really want to decorate her room. I am ready. For the last 2 years I couldn’t get my brain around the idea. I am ready and the guilt won’t go away. UGH!
It’s not because I don’t believe this adoption will happen. I just don’t want to anger the wives tale’s gods. It would be like breaking a mirror than kicking the black cat walking in front of me as I am walking under a ladder.
I thought if I wrote this down and got it out of my head and gave it to the universe the answer would reveal itself.
All for not, in revealing my inner turmoil in this post I recalled a childhood memory that may have gone missing had I not started plucking daises.
I am going to go find some real wood to knock on and then throw some salt over my shoulder; just because I’m still thinking about decorating her room.


