October 31, 2011

Dear Noah

Dear Noah,
Today you turn 5 years old.  To say that you matured a lot this year would be an understatement.  You have blossomed over the last 12 months in ways that I never imagined.

You are kind and good mannered to everyone you meet.  I can't tell you how many people tell me that you are the sweetest little boy they've ever met.

The bond that you and I have is insane.  Every time I sit down, within minutes you've climbed into my lap.  You tell me constantly how much you love me.  (You always say, "I love you 178" because I think that's the biggest number you know.)  You are mommy's boy through and through.  When we snuggle, it's almost like you just melt into me.  You love with no reservations.  You love so openly and so intensely.  It's my favorite thing about you.

Nothing gets by you.  If I paint my toenails, you are the first to notice and compliment them.  If Sadie gets a haircut, you gush over it.  You have a knack for making people feel good about themselves.  You always see the good in situations.

You are quite possibly the funniest person that I know in real life.  You do it all without even trying.  Quite often we find you talking in Spongebob speak.  For instance, when you drop something on the floor, you say, "Oh, barnacles!" or "Oh, tarter sauce!" and it cracks me up every time.  You wiggle your body in little dances when you think that no one is looking and know the words to every top 40 song.

Some of your favorites right now are:
candy: plain chocolate bars
food: pigs in a blanket (which you ordered for your birthday dinner) and  ham and cheese sandwiches
thing to draw: rainbows- which you draw in the correct color order, over and over and over
person: mommy, of course.  Followed by Sadie.
activities: swimming, playing outside, playing computer games and having your friends over.

Over the last year, you learned how to write your name, recognize your numbers and most of your letters, swim on your own, started AWANA at church on Wednesday nights, made lots of new friends, started four year old preschool and played on your first soccer team.

I'm just so proud of the sweet little boy that you are.  You are going to do big things with that giant heart of yours!


Noah's 2011 Birthday Interview
Every year, I give my kids a little interview on their birthdays.  I hope that it will be a great way for me to look back and see glimpses of who they were at every stage of life and see how they change over the years.  As much as I think he's grown, so many of Noah's answers are the same as last year

Me: If a genie would grant you only one wish, what would it be?

Noah:  I'd want a huge trampoline.

Me: What do you want to be when you grow up?

Noah: Animal rescuer

Me: Do you want to get married when you grow up?

Noah: NO! I really do not.

Me: Do you want to have children?

Noah: Yes. I want to have 5 kids.  So they can get on both of my feet and both of my arms.

Me: Do you feel different now that you are five?

Noah: No. But I do feel taller.

Me: What is your favorite color and why?

Noah: It's blue and that's because I like Go Cats!  (University of Kentucky)

Me: Who is your best friend and why do you like them?

Noah: Grace cause she's nice. And Kilee cause she comes over to play.

Me: Now that you are five, do you think you'll get a girlfriend?

Noah: NO!

Me: Why?

Noah: I do not know.  I like to kiss.

Me: What do you think about world peace?

Noah: I don't know about that either.

Me: What is your favorite TV show?

Noah: SpongeBob and Victorious

Me: What do you like most about school?

Noah:  The gym and outside.  Which those are the same.  Which I don't really like playing outside because of the playground.

Me: What is your favorite thing about yourself?

Noah: Go ask Sadie.

Me: What is your favorite song?

Noah: All the Kidz Bop.

Me: If you could have any super power what would it be?

Noah? Fly and lava and ice.  Cause then if someone tried to hit me I'd fly up over them.  Or if they tried to get me, I'd freeze them.  Then I'd do the same thing with fire.

Me: What is your very favorite thing to do?

Noah: Go play on the bouncies at Puzzles and Chuck E. Cheese's

Me: What are you most afraid of?

Noah: Dinosaurs.  Real ones.  If they are alive.

Me: What is your favorite thing about Mommy?

Noah: You take us to fun places.

Me: What is your favorite thing about Daddy?

Noah: He gives us money sometimes.

Me? What is your favorite thing about Sadie?

Noah: She's mean.  Wait.  Actually, she's really really nice.

Me? What is your favorite thing about Miles?

Noah: Oh gosh!  He's CRAZY!  He be's crazy sometimes!  Actually, he be's crazy ALL the time!


Happy Birthday, Noah!  We love you so much!!!!

October 27, 2011


Last night, I couldn't sleep.  I was tired, but my mind was racing.  I looked over the top of my sleeping husband and stared at the clock.  1:14 am.  I decided to get up and move to the couch, thinking that a change of scenery would help me calm down.  It didn't.

I think that there are certain times in a person's life where their faith comes to a precipice.  Mine has been building for nearly two years.  I don't think that adoption and religion always have to go hand in hand.  After all, people from all faiths and no faith adopt children all the time and it is a good thing!  But for me, the whole thing was very spiritual.  In fact, I've never felt more in the center of God's will for my life that while we were going through the adoption process.  That whole process was the first time in my adult life that I had absolutely no control over what would happen.  I had a child that lived halfway around the world that I'd never held or even seen.  And I was completely powerless to even make sure that he had enough to eat.  I couldn't be there to make sure that when he was sick that he got the medicine that he needed.  In fact, I wasn't even sure that he'd still be alive by the time that we got to Congo to get him.  A family adopting from the same place had just lost their baby girl due to malaria and it rocked me to my core with the realization of how very little I could orchestrate the addition of this new little one into our family.  I find that for most of us living in our cozy first world lives, there are very few times when we have absolutely no control over a situation and have to rely on God fully to work it all out for his glory.  In fact, this is the only time it's happened to me.  I felt like God and I were side by side on that whole journey.  It was like we were in constant communion with one another.  And then our son came home and I went right back to the old me who has to be the puppet master of all of it who had a bone to pick with God.

After seeing starving, helpless children first hand, I hurled insult after insult at God.  It's a good thing that he's a big God and can take it because sometimes I hurled it hard.  I felt like Satan tempting Jesus in the wilderness when I would lie in my bed and cry, "If you really are the son of God, why can't you take away the suffering of those innocent children."  All those babies.  I can still close my eyes and see myself getting out of the taxi in front of the US embassy and being swarmed by street children.  All of them hungry.  All of them sick.  All of them just wanting to matter to someone- anyone.  I could have passed out every snack I had in my backpack and every dime in my pocket and it wouldn't have made even the smallest dent.  I kept asking God, "Why are there so many of them?  And why do so few people care?"  I kept going back to that passage in the Bible about how the workers are few.  I know that it is in a different context, but I just couldn't understand how so few people could care about starving, dying, lonely children in the world.  Lonely.  That's what gets to me.  The loneliness. No child should ever have to feel alone.  

My children were being especially sweet last night.  I think that's what got me started down that slippery slope of feeling so small and inadequate.  While the big kids were at church, Miles and I sat on the couch and worked on lacing a shoe string through a cardboard cow with holes in it.  We were talking about colors and matching.  I told him that it was time for bed and he threw his little arms on each side of my face and said, "I wub you, mommy."  That doesn't happen very often from him.  I put him to bed and gave him an extra hug as I laid him down and covered him up with not one, but two blankets.  The big kids came home and after baths and PJ's they were extra snuggly.  Noah must have given me dozens of kisses.  Sadie was hugging all over her daddy.  We put them to bed and within 10 minutes, they both came bounding down the stairs and smothered us with love saying they just needed a few more kisses.  I reveled in it for a moment.  Then when they went back to their beds, I looked at my husband and wearily said, "There are so many children in the world who will go to bed tonight without any kisses from a mommy and daddy."  I checked on them before bed and just stared at their little faces, so peaceful without a care in the world.  They were warm in cozy in their beds with more blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals than should be allowed.  The injustice of it all sometimes comes crashing down on me.  It comes in waves.  One wave is full of gratitude for these blessings and the next wave is full of sadness for the children who have none of it.  No blankets.  No pillows.  No one to check on them and make sure they are covered up in the night.  No one who cares.

I got in bed and started reading.  I finished my book and started praying.  I began thinking about individual children I met at the orphanage. I saw their faces.  I saw their eyes. I began seeing pictures in my mind of orphans I've seen on the Internet.  I started seeing numbers like 163 million and I felt so small against the wall of sadness that is the orphan crisis. I'm never going to be one of those moms who just loves and finds so much joy in the mundane.  I'm never going to love doing laundry or clipping little toenails or potty training or those kinds of things that come with being a mom.  But I've got a lot of love to give and we've got extra food and a small amount of space left in our little house and I can care for more. I can kiss more.  I can hug more.  I can love more. But somehow it just seems like it will never be enough.  There are always more children.  There is always more need.  There is never enough food or enough blankets or enough medicine and the workers are few.  And it is heavy.

It's times like this that I have to take a step back and re-evaluate.  I am forced to look at the decisions that I make in my life that are purely selfish.  I like to treat myself to a four dollar cup of coffee every now and then, but I don't need it in the least.  I sometimes get lazy for days on end and we eat out because I just can't fathom having to make another meal and clean up another meal though our fridge is full of food.  I buy my children more clothes and shoes than they need.  We tell ourselves that adopting a fourth child would make it harder to travel or would make it harder for us to save the money to buy a bigger house.  When I look at it this way, I disgust myself with my selfish desires.  I look at the self centeredness that I choose everyday and I realize that the impact of my decisions keeps one less child from eating and one less child from being able to go to school and one less child from being able to experience a family.  Isn't that what life is all about?  Making choices?  And if you call yourself a Christian, isn't it all about making choices that impact the kindgom?  I'm afraid that my choices aren't stacking up to the ones that God would have me make for the children I feel so burdened for.  It's never enough.  The workers are few.

This is probably one of those posts that I should just leave in draft form. After all, it doesn't solve anything. It is just me struggling with myself and feeling trapped between the desires that God will have for me and the desires that I have for myself.   A theologian I am not, but I am a lover of Jesus.  I am a Christian who cusses more than I should, has less patience with my children than I should, is driven by desires of the flesh and who has fallen on my face more times than I can count.  But I do know a couple of things about God.  One is that he has the power to redeem a shmutz like me and the other is that he cares for orphans.  I also know that the burden that I have for the fatherless (especially in Congo) is God given.  We have that in common- me and God.  He chose this for me.  He and I can chat about it in the late night hours when I can't sleep because the burden is so heavy.  He tells me to do what I can today and wait for instructions for the rest. There is a stirring in my heart and I can't wait to see how He rattles my cage next.   

Until then, he tells me to feed his sheep.  So for now, I make peanut butter sandwiches for the sheep in my home and I pray for the little lambs that I am missing today over 7,000 miles away.

October 25, 2011

Cereal Carnage

This little girl is especially cute...
...about 98% of the time.  The other 2% of the time she's just a little too slick for her own good.

Last night, I lost my voice completely.  I could barely speak above a whisper and I was completely wiped out.  I was half flaked out on the couch when I heard a crash and then the subsequent rolling of crunchy little corn balls hitting the floor- after I had said no snacks and pronouced it time for bed.  This is the scene that I walked in on...

I believe that the girl though if she acted like a cute little tiger while sitting amongst the wreckage that she would appear too darling to get in trouble.  I handed her the broom and I said in my meanest mom whisper, "Sweep up this floor and put all that cereal in the trash!"

My mean mom whisper is obviously not as effective as my mean mom everyday yell because after I hustled the kids to bed and walked back into the kitchen, it still looked like this...

So I marched upstairs and waved my finger around and I mustered up as much sound as I could get out of my mouth.  "What is that giant pile of cereal still doing on the floor!?"

To which the little darling replied, "Isn't it cool?  I made Texas! And I left it there for Daddy to see because I knew he'd be so proud!"

  Damn that states and their capitals app we downloaded last week.  *Sigh* 

October 24, 2011


I think I need a vacation to recover from my recent vacations!  If there is a such thing as having too much fun, then the long weekend I spent with my girlfriends would be it.  Last year about this time, I was drowning in post adoption depression, struggling with a son who would not attach and pretty much just hating life in general.  Out of that, my desire to build a community was born and I created the MRG's (Mom's Retreat Girls).  Finding good friends as a grown up is hard work!  So I rented a cabin in Cincinnati, put out an all call on this blog for the first 14 women that paid a deposit and we all went on a little vacation together.  Truly- it blows that theory that all the people you meet off the Internet are serial killer right out of the water. 

So last year, 14 of us, mostly strangers, descended on Cincinnati with hopes of making new buddies and finding a support group.  What we found there, though, was magical.  Our group is so varied.  The only thing that we all have in common is that we are all moms.  Some are biological moms, adoptive moms, foster moms, moms who pop out babies left right and center and some who are struggling to become moms again.  Some are moms of special needs kids.  Some are working moms and others are stay at homers.  Some are single moms.  Some are going through relationship struggles and some are riding the wave of a great marriage.  We are all at different stages in our lives, but somehow it just works.  In this group, there is none of that silly one up manship that sometimes groups of women do.  We are all there to support one another through everything.  And over the last year, we've all become the best of friends.  These are the girls I call when I don't think I'm going to make it another minute.  And they do the same.  They are the ones who bring over dinner or have pizza delivered when my kids are sick.  They are the ones who text me a lifeline when I'm drowning.  They are also the group that talks endlessly about sex and make me giggle like a school girl until I wet my pants.  It's not a party with these girls until someone wets their pants and usually that somebody is me.

Michele, Me, and Liz- right before I wet my pants. 
Last weekend was our second annual retreat.  We lost a few girls this year due to distance and new babies and finances, but they were all there in spirit and can hopefully rejoin us next year!  We also added in a few new people to round us out.  We all headed deep into the mountains of Gatlinburg, Tennessee for what was a spectacular weekend.  Last year, the cabin that we rented in Cincy was the residence of a really old woman who never left the back bedroom (seriously- and that was NOT disclosed to us when we rented the cabin!)  So this year, as I was doing the booking, my first question to the cabin owners was, "Do any old, dying people live in the house."  When they would give me a weird little, "No", I'd respond by saying, "It's not a dumb question.  It's happened before and it freaked me all the way out!" 

our awesome cabin in the woods
We ended up with the most fantastic cottage ever- with a hot tub and huge living room, a game room, tons of beautiful trees, and NO moaning old ladies locked in a back bedroom.  We unloaded all of our stuff and claimed beds and then settled in for tons of talking and laughing and eating.  I don't think I've ever eaten so many carbs in my whole life.  When you have a huge group of women all bringing food to share, somehow you end up with a giant conglomerate of the most delicious baked goods ever.  And lots of wine to wash it down with.  It's kind of like if you give a mouse a cookie, he'll want a glass of milk.  But more like, if you give a tired mom a bowl of homemade caramel corn and a slice of pumpkin cake, she's going to NEED a glass of wine (or two) to wash it down.

All piling into one bedroom to watch a movie together.  Bridesmaids+a giant group of gal pals=nonstop hilarity
Along with all the laughing, there were some tears.  Tough stories came out and we were all there to hug and love on each other through the rough spots.  My favorite part of this group is that there are no judgements.  If you want to say that some days you just want to run away, the rest of us smile and nod and love you through it.  If you say that once on spring break you kissed a girl in public and charged admission, well, no judgements there either.  If you need to take a nap- you do it.  If you need to take a walk, you do it.  The whole point of the weekend is that you go home to your regular life and feel like you can keep doing it a little while longer until the next time we all get together.  To date, I think that putting this little group together is one of the best things I've done with my adult life.

There is not one of these girls that I wouldn't pick up and leave at a moment's notice to go and help and I know that they would do the same for me.  I used to watch chick flicks and envy those groups of college girls that stayed in touch and spent a week at the lake every summer until they were old and gray.  Or those groups of girls who would mail their jeans back and forth to each other to stay connected.  Now, I feel so fortunate that I've found that in my life.  Not that we share jeans because, come on! What real life group of friends all has the same size butt anyway? It's that we are there for each other and we are bonded in a way that is unexplainable.

The original MRG's. ( severly missing Sandy, Glenna, Amanda, Carrie, Birgit and Jamey)
To the MRG's- you bring so much happiness and meaning to my life!  I love each of you like the sisters that I never had.  Thank you for being a part of my life.  You make it so wonderful!

The whole gang: Michele, Renee, Megan W., Liz, Stori, Jenny, Molly, Crystal, Cami, Natalie and Ellen

 Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art...
It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival. - C. S. Lewis

October 18, 2011

Excuses and a Winner

Sorry for the disappearance folks!  Sometimes it's way more important to live life than to write about it!  I'm just getting back from spending a long weekend in Tennessee with my best MRG (mom's retreat) friends- which I'll chalk up to being one of the best weekends of my life.  I sure do love those girls!  However, I'm Wiped out with a capital W and frantically doing laundry and getting things ready for our next big adventure in Chicago. The windy city won't know what hit it when the Terrys invade town.  One day I'll return to blogland, but in the meantime, the winner of the Kisses from Katie book giveaway is commenter number 88: Denise from Life In Joyful Chaos.  Congrats, Denise!  Email me your address at meganterry01 at aol.com and I'll get it in the mail to you!

October 10, 2011

Kisses From Katie Book Giveaway

Hands down, my very favorite blogger in the whole wide world is Katie Davis from Kisses From Katie.  She blogs about her life as a young 20 something living and serving in Uganda with her 14 adopted/foster daughters.  This woman's heart and her love for God and her desire to show him to the world just blows my mind every time I think about it.  Katie can make me see joy in brokeness like no one else can.

Katie wrote a book (she's my hero!) that just came out this week and I'm just dying to read it. The reviews all over the web say that it is phenomenal.  I was getting ready to put my order in for the book from 147 millions orphans and thought that I'd just give one away on the blog on this fine Monday morning.  (If you want to order the book, please use the link above and order through 147 million orphans so that 50% of the profits go back to Katie's ministries in Uganda)

Mandantory Entry

1.  If you want to win a copy of Kisses From Katie- all you have to do is leave a comment on this blog post.  Easy peasy :-) (1 Entry)

Additional entries:
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3.Follow me on twitter AND tweet the following: (1 entry)

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Millions Of Miles http://bit.ly/oR7kVi "   

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Leave a separate comment for each entry!  (A total of 5 entries = 5 separate comments)  I'll draw a winner next Monday night 10/17.  Good luck!

October 09, 2011

Movie Night Wrapup!

Movie night for Congo was so much fun!  The weather was perfect, the movie was great, the bake sale goods were delish and the children running around having a good time was priceless.  Though our crowd was a little sparse, the people that were there had a major heart for the orphans in the Congo.  What amazes me the most is that there were a few families from our community who just saw our flyers around town and showed up- so we got to bring a little awareness about Congo to a whole new group of people.  After the event almost didn't fly (who knew you had to buy a $300 license to show a movie in public?  Ugh!) we still turned a little profit for the kiddos we serve.  As I looked around the park, there were children there adopted from 4 different nations and that made my heart smile the hugest smile ever.

The event could not have happened with out some seriously amazing people- so to Brandon, Scott and Monica, Daisy, Sadie, Kennethia, Scott and Darcy, Lisa and Johnny B.- you guys are the best!

Friends coming out to support a great cause!
JT and Tedi selling shirts to help bring home Tedi's brother from Ethipia!

Everyone enjoying the weather and waiting for the sun to go down so we could start the movie!
My little bake sale /concession stand goddess.

Selling goods to bring home the Wood's twins from Congo!

Raising awareness one person at a time.  Lots of people can now point out the Congo on a map!  I LOVE it!

Sweet Grace putting tickets in the raffle jars. 

My husband trying to attempt to help Brandon hook up the movie equipment.  Thanks Brandon for donating your time and expertise!

Show Time!

We had some fantastic items in our raffle!  Thanks to the following people who donated goods:
Kristie Craig Designs- Precious Stones Jewelry
Brandi Pierce- Tutus for Abigail
The Wallace's- Adoption tees and beads
Maggie Riggs- Friend's Salon
Body Evolutions- Boot Camp Passes

We are beyond blessed to have so many friends and family who love us and support our causes.  Thanks to everyone who came out and who gave generously to care for the fatherless!


October 06, 2011

Megan 301

In keeping with the yearly tell alls, here is the follow-up to Megan 101 and Megan 201.  This installment is called 301 because I have no idea how college courses are numbered, so I'm just winging it- like pretty much every thing else I do in life!  Here's to fifty rediculously random facts about yours truly.

1. I like my coffee black and lukewarm.

2. When I first got married, I used my husband as a pillow.  Then I got pregnant and needed a real pillow.  Then I got pregnant again and needed another pillow to hug up on.  Now, I can't sleep unless I have an entire pillow nest built all around me like a fortress. 

3. My favorite soup is potato.  Which I pronounce PO-TAY-TOE. (You know, the right way)

4. I don't eat tomatoes, but I love ketchup with a passion that is unrivaled.

5. I can not lie down on my left side or I get sick.

6. One of my favorite books of the Bible is James because it is so convicting.  I also believe that children should still memorize Bible verses.

7. Most people get more conservative as they get older.  I think that I tend to get more socially liberal.

8. I have only read a handful of books in the last year.  I used to read at least 3 a week.  Now it just takes too much effort to read.  And think.  Thinking past 8 pm is not allowed in my house.

9. My neighbor and I used to eat each others strands of hair when we were in the first grade.  It grosses me all the way out to even think about it, even if she did have the most beautiful hair on the planet.  I still can't figure out why we thought that eating each other's hair was a mark of a strong friendship.

10. When I grow up I want to be a midwife, an author, an event planner, a professional reality tv watcher, or an E! News correspondent.

11. My favorite musical artist for the last several years has been Brandi Carlile.  Her music is so inspiring to me.

12. My seven year old is smarter than me by leaps and bounds.

13. I'm a morning person.  I peak around 11 am.  It's all downhill from there.

14. When I was a young kid, I took honesty to the extreme- which explains why my dad wanted to kill me when I went with him to trade in his truck and I said very loudly in front of the dealer, "DAD!  Did you remember to tell him that the windows won't roll down and that the brakes don't work and that the door gets jammed?"

15. My family owned a produce market and I worked there all through high school.  I loved working there because it meant that I got to spend time with my dad. 

16. I wrecked my first car seven times in the first year I had my license.  Drive it until the wheels come off is not just an expression.

17. My husband does not allow me to blog about our marriage.  Or sex.  Those are the only two things off limits.

18. I get really excited when I go to the doctor's office and no one has tackled the Highlights hidden picture page with a pen yet.  Seriously- who does that?  They ruin it for everyone!

19. I get terrible horrible anxiety about public speaking.  Mostly it's because I'm worried that I'll need a translator because of my accent.  I almost always can be found puking in the bathroom before a big public talk.

20. I'm a bad prayer.  I try really hard to get better at it but it always starts something like this: "God, thank you for these kids.  You really blessed me beyond belief with them. Be with Sadie while she takes that big test tomorrow. Oh no?  Did I sign her agenda book for school?  Wait.  Yes, now I remember.  I was getting ready to put the laundry in the dryer and then left that to go sign the book.  Crap.  I should get up and put the laundry in the dryer.  No!  I'm praying.  God..."  I need a prayer intervention.

21. I changed my daughter's name when she was 3 weeks old.  All of our videos say "Welcome to the world, baby Abby".  She even has an "Abby's first Christmas" ornament that we hang on the tree every year.  It just never was the right name for her.

22. I spend way too much time on the Internet.  I always vow that I will cut back and do something that really matters with my time, but I just find it hard to give up.

23. There are a few websites that I check every morning before my kids get up:  Facebook, twitter, People.com, the news in Congo and groupon.

24. My love for Diet Pepsi is unmatched, but my second favorite drink is iced tea sweetened with Stevia.

25. I gain at least five pounds every candy corn season.  And yes- in my  mind, candy corn has it's own season.

26. I look forward to my children going to school every day, which I'm pretty sure makes me the worst mom ever.

27. I only make my bed when we are having company.

28. When I go to museums or zoos, I like to walk around and get the broad picture.  It is in direct conflict with my husband who likes to read every single sign in front of every single exhibit. 

29. My love language is "acts of service". 

30. I've recently started a collection of nativity sets from all over the world.  I always wanted to collect something and this seems like just as good of a thing as any.  Right now, I only have sets from Congo, Uganda and Mexico but I really cherish those sets.  So if you go somewhere super cool and find a great set, remember me ;-)  In my Congolese set, Jesus looks oddly catlike.

31. I went through a serious hippy phase when I was in the eighth grade.  It caused me to have the names of my eight hypothetical children written down on a piece of paper.  They were all named after flowers:  Lily, Daisy, Astor, Ivy, etc.  There were seven girls with flower names and one boy named Forest. 

32. That brings me to Forest Gump, which was the first movie that I ever saw with a boy (on a group date).  I left my hand awkwardly dangling palm up and sweaty during the whole movie and that boy never tried to hold it.  It was like sitting through two hours of pure rejection. 

33. I had my first kiss on August 10, 1994 when I was thirteen.  It happened in my driveway.  It was also his first kiss and therefore it will be remembered as the weirdest, most awkward first kiss ever.  It truly was the kind of kiss you'd give your grandma.  I remembered thinking afterwards, "Why do people even do that?  It's so dumb!"

34. I'm allergic to cats, horses and anything that can remotely be classified as nature.  I take allergy shots every week as well as gulp down decongestants like they are candy.

35. I spent my entire 20's (and teens) worried about what other people thought about my body.  It was a huge waste of time and one of the biggest regrets I have in life.

36. I was in 2 serious and 2 semi-serious relationships before I met and fell in love with my husband.

37. My littlest cousins couldn't say "Megan" when they were small so there was a multi year period of time where everyone in my family called me "Mango".

38. I had lice once in elementary school.  It was torturous.  I also had big bangs and big bows that I wore in my lice ridden hair.

39. Having both given birth and adopted, I can say without a doubt, that adoption has changed me more and is one of the things that I am most proud of doing with my life.

40. The first song that I ever slow danced to was Celine Dion's "The Power of Love" at a middle school dance.  I was embarrassed by that fact, so I told all of my middle school friends at the time that it was "End of the Road" by Boyz II Men.  Later in life, that moment would come full circle when I was waiting tables and two of the members of Boyz II Men's band sat at my table.  It is one of my only claims to fame.

41. Except for my other claim to fame... when I was 4 my parents were obsessed with the show Hee Haw.  We saw Misty Row at Cracker Barrel once and my parents made me go over and get her autograph.

42. I keep all my old love letters in a box and from time to time I pull them out and read them and get such a kick out of teenage romance.

43. People always expect me to be, but I'll just lay it out there:  I am NOT funny in person.  In fact, for the first several years of our marriage, we joked that there were only three times that I told jokes that were funny enough to make my husband laugh.

44. Also in those early days of marriage, we liked to sit around and make up new words.  The are only a few that stuck.  One of those is "poonchka" (Which means something that is like a ball, but not really a ball) and "sporangy" (Which means, misty and overcast, but not stormy.)  We still use these words in our everyday conversations.  Also- I'm still waiting for "What the freckle?!" to catch on.  I've always wanted to be someone who started the next big phrase.  Who ever came up with "It's the bomb" is my hero.

45. In many ways, as bubble gummy as this will sound, writing this blog saved me.  It started at a time in life where I felt lost and hungry for something.  It gave me an outlet and made me feel like my voice mattered when I felt like I had lost all the things that made me me.  It has helped me make some of the strongest friendships that I have and helped me feel whole in ways that I never thought possible.  I am eternally grateful for the people who read it everyday and who take the time to comment and share their lives with  me.  But I would still keep writing it, even if I was the only person who could see it.

46. Tommy Lee and Anderson Cooper are still on my celebrity crush list, but recently I've added Dr. Drew Pinsky and Robert Downy Jr.

47. My family has been severely affected by the diseases of alcoholism and addiction and I am extremely sypathetic to families who walk that road.

48. I was diagnosed this year with PCOS.  Which is a fancy term for crappy ovaries.  I now take medication three times a day to keep those girls in check.

49. If I had to chose only one genre of food that I had to eat every day for the rest of my life, I would choose Mexican food.

50. ahhh... 50.  Fifty reminds me of the fifty nifty United States song, and the line from Along Came Polly where Ben Stiller screams out "Fifty!" while he's ummm... you know, and the 50 cent song, "In Da Club (It's Your Birthday)"  50 also seems like the very best number to close out a list with.  The end.  :-)

October 03, 2011

Adoption Fundraiser Linkup!

From time to time, I love to give families raising money for their adoptions a place to link up all the cool things that they are doing to raise the ransom for their kiddos! One of the most awesome things about being a part of the adoption community is that this community rallies around one another to help overcome one of the biggest obstacles to adopting : money.  I don't know about you, but I love seeing a child come home and knowing that I was a part of creating a family.  I truly don't know of many better ways to spend my money.

A couple of my fave fundraisers going on right now are:

This super cute baby blanket made with Congolese fabric.  You can bid on this sweet, soft blankie (and another one in girly girl colors by clicking HERE!) 

I'm also loving these African cards and keychains.  I'm planning on framing my packet of cards and hanging them all over my house.  Seriously- cheapest artwork imaginable and it helps bring home some darling twin girls!  Win/Win!
Both of these items can be purchased by clicking HERE

And who doesn't love some Ugandan Paper Bead Necklaces?  Give me a string of paper beads over a string of pearls any day! 

You can get your necklaces by clicking HERE

If you've got a fundraiser going on right now please feel free to link it up!  Or if you know of a family who is raising funds, link their fundraiser up for them.  It's a great way to let others share in the joy of helping to create a family.  All you need to do, is type your name and URL (link that goes to the fundraiser webpage) into the widget.  For the name section, please use a brief description of what your selling. (ex. "Haiti Adoption T-shirts") and then the ULR that goes straight to the info for that fundraiser- not to a blog homepage.  Let's spread the word and bring some kiddos home!

All links not associated with an adoption fundraiser will be removed.
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