March 31, 2011

Hamster Head

There is seriously never a dull moment around here.  Today I spent about 20 minutes trying to get a hamster out of my hair.  Those little wheels on the bottom of a zhu zhu pet are brutal. They just kept spinning and my hair just kept wrapping around and around like a tether ball. I was certain that by the end of the ordeal that the damn thing would tunnel itself into my brain or leave me bald. 


I'll give you one guess as to who the guilty party is that put the demon hamster on my head...


Who? Me?  How did you ever guess?

March 30, 2011

Just Another Day

* I unpacked our suitcases today.  This is a record for me (home only 3 days).  The last time we went on vacation, it took me about 3 weeks to tackle the unpacking.  I must have had a mental block about it, because instead of unpacking and washing, I actually just bought the children new undies.  I *may* have even gone commando a few times to avoid the unpacking.  I was so totally proud of myself for tackling the suitcases in a timely manner this time around that I treated myself to some chocolate covered macadamia nuts. 

* I spent 7 days in the sun and I am still lily white.  Darn that fear of skin cancer and 50 SPF sunscreen that keeps me in a perpetual state of vampirishness.

* Kamron and I can not adjust to the 6 hour time change between Hawaii and Kentucky.  We've been up at 1am for a few days now.  Pre-vacation, I would flake out on the couch within minutes of the kids falling asleep and I'd wake up there in the morning.  The last couple of days we've been staying up late watching episodes of The Office together and giggling as we get slap happy.  It is amazing what some time away does for a marriage!

*  I'll be speaking at The Christian Alliance for Orphans Summit VII in Louisville in May.  I will have the honor of serving on a panel with the fabulous Kristen Howerton from Rage Against the Minivan, discussing how busy moms can be advocates for orphans.  I'm so excited about the summit.  Karyn Purvis (one of the leading experts on attachment disorders) is one of the keynote speakers.  I'm planning on tethering myself to her and hanging on for dear life.  If you are interested in orphan care, adoption, post-adoption issues, or have ever thought about starting an adoption/orphan care ministry in your church, you should totally check out this conference- the schedule for the breakout sessions is A-mazing.

*  Miles changed his own diaper this afternoon. I kid you not. The kid still refuses to go on the potty.  He loves to sit on the toilet and yell out, "Futzal!" as he passes gas, but doesn't ever do anything more than sit there and make noise. (The futzal part comes from our sweet German friend who comes to help us out once a week around the house. I think it may be the German phrase for toot?) The adult in me screams out, "If you can figure out how to change your own diaper, then you are certainly old enough to use the potty!"  But the mom in me who sits in attachment therapy every week with my kid, knows that nothing about parenting this child fits the norm.  Perhaps one of these days, we will finally say goodbye to diapers. (My heart skips a beat just dreaming about it!)  He has, however, upped his cuteness factor by learning the first part to twinkle twinkle little star.  It's darling.  If I can get him to do it on command, I'll film it and share it!

* I did 34 Sudoku puzzles on the plane ride to and from vacation.  I never could get past the easy ones.  I spent about 2 hours staring at a medium one before I finally drew an x over the whole page and gave up.  I think after 7 years out of the job world, that my brain can no longer function at a higher level.  This further proves (aside from the fact that I would rather pull my toenails off) that I could never home school my kids.

* Hubby had to work late tonight and wasn't home for dinner.  Instead of serving cereal (the usual when he's gone) we made pigs in a blanket. This caused Noah to jump up and down screaming, "You are the best mommy in the whole world!"  It truly is the little things.

* I never cease to be amazed at some of the creative ways that families raise money to pay for an adoption.  I also get amazed at how much some families are willing to sacrifice to bring another child into their family.  The mother of this family is raffling off her wedding ring to bring home two sweet, special needs, little girls.  They have sold everything they can and applied for tons of grants and she felt like the only thing left to help them raise funds in a hurry was her ring.  One of the girls they are adopting needs surgery as soon as possible and needs to get to the US.  They have been trying to raise money for a while and are up to just over $800 of the thousands needed to get these girls home.  If you have $5 (or lots more) to spare- please help them out.  They are so deserving.  And if you happen to win the raffle, please consider letting sweet Catherine keep her wedding ring.  Go HERE for all the details and to donate.

* My daughter has decided that she wants to be a baby shark rescuer when she grows up.  I have visions of Noah being a professional mama's boy, and I can totally see Miles as a Hollywood socialite.  Don't anyone tell them that these are the visions I have of them.  Just think of how pleasantly surprised I will be when they *hopefully* decide to become inventors, pediatricians and teachers.

* The tulips bloomed in my front yard this week.  That means that spring is officially here.  Next week is spring break and I am so looking forward to having many wonderful adventures with the littles while they are out of school.  Speaking of the littles, I should go and bathe them and read some bedtime stories...

March 28, 2011

Paradise!

After eight days of Hawaiian happiness- today we came home.  This last week was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. (minus the 40 hours it took us to get there- thank you very much American Airlines for making us miss a day of our vacation with all your delays!)

Our kids are great travelers and we love taking our kids on vacations.  But this week was just for the grown ups.  We did all the adventurous things we couldn't do if we traveled with our littles.  One of my favorite things about hubby's job is that twice a year they give us the opportunity to earn trips to some crazy over the top locations to do a little business.  They put us up in hotels that make you feel like a movie star.  "Mrs. Terry, can I offer you a chilled towel?"  "Mrs. Terry, let me pull your car around for you."  "Can I refresh your drink, Mrs. Terry?" It is such a far cry from the Super 8 type motels we go to when we travel on our own dime! We got spoiled to the nth degree.  Every time we left our room, little elves went in there and straightened it up for us.  They turned down my bed every night and left me a Belgian chocolate on my pillow and turned on classical music.  Opulence always makes me feel a little awkward and guilty, but this week we just rolled with it.  I soaked in every minute of someone waiting on me hand and foot. 

The view from our room at the St. Regis in Kawaii

In the "backyard" of our hotel
This was the first time that Kamron and I have traveled alone together since we had Sadie over 7 years ago.  I'll just throw this out there- when no one has to take care of kids, it is so much easier to have a smooth and happy marriage!  We became super fun people who didn't have a care in the world!  I like the vacation versions of ourselves.

We tried so many things and did so many things that are out of our comfort zone!

We drove all over Kauai, Hawaii in a convertible.  I'd never even been in a convertible before, but I have to say, it was a whole lot more fun than my mom-mobile mini van!
Bustin' out of mom mode

How hot is this man?

Driving through the countryside.
 We took some surfing lessons in Hanalei Bay where they filmed the movie South Pacific. (And the bay that inspired the song "Puff The Magic Dragon")  We took pics of the experience with our disposable underwater camera, but haven't gotten it developed.  It involves this thing called film- perhaps you've heard of it? 

The ocean scares me to death.  I'm terrified of jellyfish and octopus and stingrays.  The last time I tried to jump in the ocean about 10 years ago, I hyperventilated and had to be pulled back on the boat by some giant men.  I never even tried it again until this week.  I figured it was now or never to conquer my fear of the ocean, so we signed up for a surfing lesson.  It was probably the highlight of my trip.  Kamron got up on the second wave he tried, it took me til the fourth attempt to stand upright on my board.  I took a few tumbles where I snorted half the sea up my nose.  It was like an extreme Netti pot.  I'd love to try surfing again.  It was so much fun!
Hanalei Bay- where we took our surfing lesson
We spent one whole day trekking to the top of Wimea Canyon.  It is nicknamed the "Grand Canyon of the Pacific".  The views of this place were just breathtaking! I think Kamron would call the canyon his favorite part of trip.




Check out that rainbow!
We pulled off on every scenic overlook that was on the island and discovered some great treasures!

Lappert's Island Ice Cream was one of our favorite discoveries!


On our last day in Hawaii, we went on a catamaran tour of the Napali Coast.  National Geographic calls it one of the 10 most beautiful natural wonders in the world.  I whole heartedly agree.  We saw about 20 migrating humpback whales.  We never saw them breach all the way out of the water, but it was so cool to see them shooting water out of their spouts on the horizon.  Since I was all about conquering my fear of the ocean this week, we threw on some snorkel gear and did some snorkeling on the coast.  It was amazing!  We saw countless tropical fish and a couple of sea turtles.  I loved the whole experience.






Overall, it was just a glorious week filled with adventure and time to be together.  It's always wonderful to bring some silliness and some romance back into the picture.   I'm not sure what the mister would say, but I think I fell in love with this boy all over again. 


March 24, 2011

Aloha!

Greetings from Hawaii! Sorry for the absence- but there is just way too much to do and see here to take time to blog. Be back next week with all the scoop from our vacation! Mahala.

March 18, 2011

Checking in

We dropped by the daddy's office the other day to say hi.  While we were there, Sadie saw a painting on Kamron's desk that had her hand prints on it from when she was about 2 years old.  She looked at it lovingly and with all the nostalgia a seven year old can muster, she said, "This just reminds me of my childhood."  *sigh*  Seven is evidently the new 14.  Here she is poised to take over daddy's business.


It was clown day at Noah's school.  He was convinced that he was going to get to fly across the gym on a trapeze.  He settled for throwing some bean bags through a hoop and walking on a balance beam tightrope.


This little man is still entertaining the world and doing a darn good job of it. 


I got a haircut.  My stylist showed me how to style my hair in those loose wavy curls that look so effortless on all the covers of the magazines.  Yeah- I'm way too innept with my flatiron to figure this one out.  It still blows my mind that you make curls with a flat iron.  Whatev.


I bought an actual nighty to take to Hawaii (in 2 days!!!!).  I'm trying to decide what possessed me to do it, being as how my husband has seen me sleeping in whatever ratty t-shirt happens to be clean for years.  I have visions of eating breakfast on the balcony and I don't want to be doing it in a ripped up tee.  I'm giving myself an A for effort.  And if any of you make a comment that I am coming home from our vacation preggers, I will have a conniption.  Now excuse me while I go knock on some wood.  I'd put up a picture of it, but my father reads this blog and well- that would just embarrass the crud out of me.

One thing that does not embarrass me... (shamelessness is about to follow!) is the following tweet I got from the one and only Lisa Ling (journalist extraordinaire) in response to yesterday's post.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't skip around the house like a nut and whoop at the top of my lungs when I saw it.  Lisa Ling read my blog, y'all! Holy rusted metal, Batman.  I mean seriously- I am now only one degree of separation from Oprah.  And if I ever got on Oprah! Oh my word. I'd talk about Congo and the world orphan crisis until they drop kicked me off the stage.  My heart is beating out of my chest just thinking about it.

Too much excitement for this Kentucky girl.  Hope your Friday is as happy as mine!     

March 17, 2011

400th post- Oprah made me think

This marks my 400th post!  Where, oh where, does the time go?  I figure that the phrase "Go Big Or Go Home" should apply to all major milestones and a 400th blog post should be no exception.

I told you earlier in the week that I watched a Lisa Ling documentary on the Oprah network recently about Christianity and homosexuality called Our America: Pray the Gay Away? .  The premise of the documentary was to look at the question of weather or not one can be both gay and Christian at the same time.  I'll be honest- I was expecting to watch this documentary and cringe all the way through it.  I am unashamedly a Christian- meaning that I have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ.  I find that usually documentaries like this portray Christians in an overtly negative and skewed way.  This one was no exception- but it did make me think about how to verbalize my thoughts on "the church" in regards to inclusion and equality.  I'm in no way a theologian.  I've read the Bible, but I'm just a mom sitting in her kitchen shaking children of her legs.  Take my thoughts for what you will.  They are just that- my thoughts.  I like to visit churches and have been in a whole lot of churches over the course of my lifetime.  I've been in some churches who totally get it right and some who totally miss the mark. These thoughts are not always about my specific church, but about the church as a whole. 

Growing up in a small country church, I don't remember anyone who was black, gay or single parenting ever gracing the doors of our church.  When I grew up and changed churches, I find that it is still mostly the case.  I love my church- but I fit the "norm".  I am white, middle class, and married to a man.  I always wonder if any of these characteristics about me were different, would I still be as accepted?  As I watched the documentary, I watched gay men walk into church.  They were searching for something- God, peace, connection- something.  Every now and then, they were welcomed with open arms into a church.  But more often than not, the church immediately began to work on these men to change them, giving them books about how to erradicate their femine ways and embrace God's plan for masculinity and praying over them to be "healed" from their homosexuality.  The documentary followed how conflicted these men felt as they worked through choosing between being themselves and having a relationship with God.  

I laid awake that night not understanding why you can't have both.  I think that many times, today's modern church is a conglomerate of man made rules and conventions that often deviate from the message of love and inclusion that Jesus preached.  It is a place where damaged and fallen people go to feel good about themselves and put on the mask that they have it all together.  We use the church as a staging area for our good works, instead of a staging area for building deeper faith.  In doing so, we alienate all those fallen people who walk through the doors without their masks on who are seeking an authentic relationship with Christ.  When word got out that our adoption adjustment wasn't super peachy, I felt really ignored in our church.  Many people stopped reaching out.  People didn't understand what we were going through and thus we kind of fell through the cracks.  Our struggles were seen on the outside and since they weren't the things that churches rally around (illnesses and deaths) we found ourselves in no man's land.  For a long time, this shook my faith.  Until I realized that my disappointment was not in Jesus- but in people.  Jesus got it.  He understood my pain, my hurt and my unfathomable guilt.  And he delivered people who supported me and lifted me up- but it wasn't through the church.  Many of those people were Christians, but it made me think that something happens to us when we walk through the doors of the church.  We take our selves and we bend to convention.  We conform to the idea that we must present our perfection.  God's not looking for perfection- but authenticity and communion with him.  Unfortunately, I think what we are looking for and expecting as a church is exactly the opposite.  We stamp out authenticy.  We call it sin and we demand perfection.

It wasn't long ago that author Ann Rice denounced herself as a Christian and called herself a Christ Follower.  I get it.  I have often found myself feeling like sometimes the church and it's endless stream of meetings and drama actually pull me away from doing the work that Christ has laid out for my life.  I look around at churches with their lack of diversity and wonder if sometimes as a church we are sending a message to "keep out!".  I heard a man speak a couple of weeks ago about a church that he started that meets in a community building in an impoverished inner city neighborhood.  He said that most of the people that come to the church are in some stage of addiciton recovery.  He talked about how many addicts often come through their doors who are strung out, drunk and hurting.  Is this not the time when someone needs Christ the most?  But I look around most of the churches that I know and visit and can't help but think that they would look at that addict and sit in their pews and cast judgement because we don't want that in "our" church. We are more comfortable leaving people who's sins that we deem worse than ours for the more inner city "missional" churches.  When need comes walking through our door, we panic.  We panic without realizing that our own need for redemption is just as great- even if it is less glaring or unseen.  I feel like this same thing goes for anyone who doesn't fit the manmade "perfect Christian mold".  We ostracize homosexuals, felons, people of different races, etc. and then we wonder why people hate Christians.

We hear sermons from the pulpit about God's design for families.  Mom. Dad. Kids. Period.  We alienate single moms, divorced couples, and families that are made in unconventional ways.

I know people who attend churches where the history of racism is so entrenched that if an African American came in the doors, it would probably stop the service.  Likewise, I have spoken with my gay friends who feel so judged by the church that they feel they have nowhere to go to further their relationship with Christ within a communtiy of believers.  I've seen it happen.  We've taken teenagers who are searching for faith and because of their sexual orientation, we've condemned then and turned them against Christ because Christians are not being good ambassadors of Christ's love.

I think we spend so much time as Christians puffing ourselves and our goodness up, that we forget it is about bringing others to a loving and personal relationship with Jesus.  We forget that the things that separate others from God are the same things that separate us from God.  Sin is sin is sin.  Judgement is a sin.  It seems to me the ultimate anomoly.  In judging people for their perceived separation from God, we in turn separate ourselves.   

Christ said that above all else, "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, mind, soul and strength and love your neighbor as yourself."  Not judge your neighbor.  Not turn your back on your neighbor.  Not welcome your neighbor to church only if they fit the mold.  He said LOVE your neighbor.  We are people.  We have a guidebook for our faith that is written by other people.  If we take man out of the equation and focus on our relationship with Jesus, I think we will find that all the labels fall off.  Those labels are between each of us and our creator- not to use against one another.  Because someone is gay, does that mean that they have less of a heart for God?  Or because a woman is an unwed mother does that mean that her family is less pleasing to God? I think not.  I think that the ultimate reason that each of us is created is because there is something unique in each person that delights God.  I think that all the circumstances that bring us to each point in life, create that uniqueness in us that brings pleasure to Him.  He created those things in us for his delight for a reason.  Even though we don't always understand different lifestyles, cultures, or behaviors- doesn't mean that they are wrong or that they separate us from God.  I think that God created YOU to be YOU and man's judgement is inconsequential.  When the church becomes a place where ALL people are truly welcomed and valued, only then do I feel like we are carrying out the true mission of the church to bring ALL the world to know Him.

If only we spent as much time spreading messages of acceptance and inclusion as we do casting stones...

*I've turned off anonymous commenting for this post.  Please keep it nice.  We can debate if you'd like, but only if it is civil.  All mean spirited comments will be deleted.

March 14, 2011

Excuses

I'd like to say that there is a good reason why I've taken a hiatus for the last 5 days, but the reason is not good.  In fact, if I'm confessing, it's because I discovered Words With Friends and it has taken over my life.  (Words With Friends is a version of scrabble that you play on your phone)  I'm completely entrenched in coming up with words and trying to beat my mother.  I've even started playing complete strangers.  I played one sciencey nerd who played words like genome and zygote.  I play words like gay and go.  Speaking of gay- I'm still digesting a documentary I saw last week by Lisa Ling.  It was about Christianity and homosexuality.  Did you see it? It's a whole other blog post that I'll have to write when my phone doesn't keep buzzing with a message that it's my move against whoever I'm playing Words With Friends against at the moment.  But I've got a lot to say about it!  For now I'll just say that we've all got baggage we will leave before the feet of Jesus and who am I to say that my baggage is better or worse that your baggage.  I think the MTV (Megan Terry Version) of the Bible would read, "He who is without baggage, cast the first judgement"...

We had a jam packed weekend.  It started with a surprise 86th birthday party for Kamron's grandpa, Keller, who is such a good and kind man.  I forgot my camera.  Had I remembered it, I'd have lots of pictures to document an enormous family (there are 8 children and about eleventeen hundred grandchildren) full of smiles and happiness and love.  And then there were my children running laps around the tables in the restaurant with their cousins.  I love big families- too bad I'm not up for having one of my own!

Kamron and I had some alone time to go shopping while his sister kept our children after the party.  We needed some summer clothes to take to Hawaii since ours seem to have *ahem* shrunken a little in the closet over the winter.  Kamron racked up.  I, on the other hand, cursed myself for not wearing spanx to try on clothes and thus returned pretty much everything I tried on back to the rack.  I will be the pasty white, nekkid girl on the beach in Hawaii.  I have one cotton dress to wear to the business stuff we need to go to (don't you hate it when the company sends you to Hawaii?) and I will just wear it every day.  Those people don't know me, so whatever!  I'm looking forward to a lot of things about this vacation: the time away from the kids, the pineapple, sleeping in a king sized bed, maid service, the sun, and some time to just be with my husband.  We got pregnant about 30 seconds after returning from our honeymoon so we haven't traveled together without kids since our honeymoon.  I'm pumped but nervous about leaving my kids for that long.  There is no telling what will be going through Miles head.  I'm afraid that since we've never been apart, the attachment challenged part of his brain will tell him that I've abandoned him.  I'm trying to prepare myself for some fallout- but I know that the children will be in good hands with my sister-in-law and my mom.  Seriously, they are saints to take on three children, their school and therapy schedules and such for an entire week.  (And in case you are a burglar- they are keeping the children at our own house, so wipe that thought out of your head) 

We spent the rest of our weekend cheering on our beloved UK Wildcats and hanging out at my dad's farm.  It was the perfect way to remedy day light savings time.  We turned the children loose and they burned off all their energy so they would go to sleep at their regular time.  We grilled out hamburgers and hiked in the woods and rode all over in the four wheeler.  My dad let Sadie sit in his lap and steer the four wheeler.  It reminded me of when he used to let me sit in his lap and drive up the driveway when I was a little girl.  Grandparents are such a treasure!

Hope that your weekend was wonderful!



Papaw Johnny with Noah, Miles and Sadie

March 10, 2011

Midweek Mishmash

* I took Miles out for pancakes after we dropped Noah off at school.  The child did not stop talking the whole time we were out.  Every person who walked by our table got the same phrase, "NOAH DID IT!"  Over and over and over.  Then we went to Target (because with the flu I hadn't been there for 2 full weeks.  Shockingly, I didn't die!)  From the cart, Miles yelled the same three phrases over and over again in a pattern : I BURPED!  HANG ON TIGHT!  and IT STINKS- MOMMY DID IT!"  Yep- this is what we've reeped from hours and hours of speech therapy.  Raising boys is weird- air leaving the body in some form or fashion is the highlight of their existence.

*Noah and I were reading his Noah's Ark story book that his sweet teacher gave him for his birthday last year.  We've read it many times.  After we read the last page last night, I closed the book.  Noah looked perplexed.  He said, "How old was I when I did that?"  He actually thinks that he is THE Noah in the Bible who built the ark and that he just doesn't remember doing it.

*I'm leaving in 9 days for Hawaii.  With my hot husband.  And no kids.  My heart just skipped a beat thinking about it.  With no kids around, I wonder if after all these years the hubs and I will have anything to talk about.  I suppose there are always people on the beach in thongs (or worse!) to give us something to giggle about.

*I've never had the chicken pox, just in case you were wondering.

*You should check out the following fundraisers for ophan care and adoption.  LOVE them.  Go HERE and HERE.

*I bought my ticket to the BlogHer conference in August in San Diego.  I'm so excited!  I always think that it is weird that people feel like they "know" me from blogging- but I find myself doing the same exact thing to my blogging heroes.  I'll be the person there snapping pics like a papparazo at all the "famous" bloggers that I'm too scared to walk up and talk to.  Like the time my friend Ellen and I saw Rupert from Survivor at the children's museum and instead of just walking up and saying hi, we giggled like school girls and peered at him through the glass while our kids looked at us like we were loopy.

*I'm tired of all of my winter clothes.  I bought a new top a couple of weeks ago and I have worn it every single time I've left the house for the last two weeks- minus the days I had the flu and didn't get dressed (or shower or brush my teeth).  I get stuck in "uniform" mode.  If you have plans to see me in the next week or so, here is your fair warning that I will be in jeans and a black top.

*I signed the middle little up for soccer yesterday.  I'm officially a soccer mom.  Driving around in my minivan.  Gah- I'm so freaking cool I scare myself sometimes.

*I was snuggled up on the couch with Noah this morning while we were waiting for the others to wake up.  He had his head laying on my chest and we were talking about what he was going to do at school.  He stopped mid sentence and said, "Mom- your boobs smell like diet Pepsi."  There you have it folks- I've reached toxic levels and it is now leaking out of my pores.

* Miles is poking at my legs saying, "I want something chips.  I want something grapes.  I want something cheese."  I should probably go do something about that.  Life's greatest mystery- I feed them and they just get hungry again.  Go figure.

March 08, 2011

Peace

Today is "Join Me On The Bridge" day- an event put on by Women for Women International.  Over 20,000 people are gathering on bridges all over the world today to say no to war and yes to peace.  There was not an event going on anywhere close to us, so we created our own.  Our small family gathered on a local, backroad bridge and said a prayer for peace for people all over the world.  We took a moment to pause and stand in solidarity with those who are speaking out against war and oppression. 

We lit a candle in honor of Miles' birth mother.  I thought over and over again how her life may have been different if her country was not at war.  I thanked her for her sacrifice and prayed for her safety, wherever she may be. 







If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we
belong to each other. ~Mother Teresa

March 07, 2011

I love women (Me too!)

I caught some of the movie "Runaway Bride" this weekend.  I typically love Julia Roberts in all her pretty, toothy, awkward loud laughing glory- but this character she plays in "Runaway Bride" just gets to me.  She's mealy.  She's snively.  She's puny. She melts into whatever kind of man she's with.  "I like whatever you like".  Blech.  I think the reason that I hate that is that it reminds me a lot of myself many moons ago.  I thought it was being a "good" girl to be pleasing.  Somewhere around the age of 25, I stumbled upon the difference of being "pleasing" and being a doormat. 

I'm not a fan of puny women.  No siree bob.  I like my women to be hard core.  Not bitchy.  Just tough.  The kind of woman who can make a pie from scratch in the morning, change a flat tire at lunch time, raise children (if she wants), get a promotion, lead a company to a profit, unclog the toilet, have an intelligent conversation about world issues and do it all with style. I like a woman who is not afraid to have an opinion but who is open minded enough to consider another perspective. Yep- that's my kinda gal.

Once when I was just out of college, I went on a job interview.  The job I was interviewing for was sketchy and I couldn't get a whole lot of information about the company before I went.  I showed up and realized it was one of those schemy water purification system sales kind of jobs.  I sat down in the room full of other people who also couldn't believe they'd gotten conned into coming to this interview.  I debated just getting up and leaving before the presentation started and in walked an attractive twenty something guy who sat down right next to me.  He introduced himself as some sort of sales associate with the company.  He started asking me questions.  After every single thing I said, he said, "Me too!"  I have a degree in marketing (Me too!)  When I started college I thought I wanted to be an attorney. (Me too!)  I'm getting married this fall.  (Oh my gosh! Me too!)  I just started my period. (Me too!- not really, but you get the point)  The company plunked this "me too" guy right next to me to make me feel like everyone else that worked there was just like me.  It was a good marketing strategy, they just didn't execute very well.

For years, I think I was a "me too" person.  Maybe it's part of being an insecure twenty something.  Maybe I'm just feeling reflective as I'm only about a month away from turning 30.  Whatever it is, I'm glad that that phase of my life is over.  I think the shift in my brain came from finding some value in what I do.  When we began the adoption process a few years ago, I finally felt like I had found my passion in life.  I found my purpose, my voice, my bliss.  For the first time in my life, I felt like I had something to bring to the table that mattered.  I had an opinion of my own (imagine that!) and I finally had the confidence to share it.  Therefore- this blog was born.  People don't always get it, or like it, but I'm okay with that.

When I quit being a "me too!", the people that walked into my life were some of the most amazing women ever.  They have depth.  They have character.  I've always had strong women in my family, but now I was choosing those characteristics for my own friendships.  The breadth and depth that being in communities of awesome women has brought to my life has been so enriching.  I used to always subscribe to the notion that women are catty and conniving- that is was easier to be friends with men so that there wasn't always "drama".  And while it may be true of some women (and men) it is not true of the women that I have around in my grown up life.   I think there is something so beautiful about real, grown up women friendships.  The kind of friendships that validate you and accept you for who you are but also that challenge you to grow as a person and hold you accountable as you grow. Love it.

I love having friends who can share in each other's joys and let each other have the spotlight accordingly.  I love having friends who can  kick me in the butt when I need it.  I love the support that comes with a great big ol' bunch of gal pals.  So today's post is in honor of all of my awesome women friends.  You each rock in your own way.  You each bring something valuable to the table and I'm grateful for your quiet strength (okay- some of you are not so quiet about it, but I love you just the same!)
My kiddos with the original strong woman role model in my life-
my Granny Sadie on her 75th birthday yesterday.



March 05, 2011

Secrets

Noah has been very into sharing "secrets" lately.  It's too cute.  Here is the exchange that went down in our house tonight.

Kamron aka Dad: "Hey Noah, I gotta tell you a secret."  (whispers in Noah's ear) "I love you."

Noah smiles.

Kamron: (still whispering to Noah) "I mean I really love you.  Daddy will always, always love you."

Noah: "I'll tell you a secret!" (whispers to daddy) "I love Mommy the best."

March 04, 2011

The View From the Couch

Today is my 49th 5th day of the never ending brutal death flu.  For the first time in nearly a week, I'm responsible for the kiddos.  I assured Kamron that I could make it until lunch time without him so that he could go to work for a little while.  I've created an island oasis on the couch with all my necessities- ibuprofen, tissues, thermometer, water, phone, remote, and laptop.  I think I will survive.  My view from the couch this morning is far and away the bright spot of my whole week.




Ahhh... love those little boys who are being so adorable this morning!

March 02, 2011

WILW

I'm playing along today with What I'm Loving Wednesday.  Here's what I'm lovin' on this wonderful Wednesday.


Tamiflu.  Monday night all of a sudden I came down with a 102 degree fever and cough that just wouldn't stop.  By Tuesday, I thought death was imminent.  Kamron took me to the immediate care center and my fever was so high (103.7) when we got there, that I kept falling asleep on the exam table.  I was positive for influenza A.  It is the worst sickness I've had in years.  If the tamiflu is supposed to lessen the severity of symptoms I would hate to see how bad this would be without it!


The MRG's.  Also known as the Mother's Retreat Girls.  I love these women.  They are a daily encouragement to me.  These are just a few of us that were able to get together this weekend.  Don't you love how camera phones make us look like we have no eyeballs? 


This gorgeous little girl. She and I went on a date to go and see the Justin Beiber movie this last weekend.  She is such a girly girl and we had a great time watching the other girls squeal over the Beibs.  Mid way through the movie, Sadie leaned over to snuggle on me and hold my hand.  I know I don't have too many more years where she will do that, so I'm treasuring it.  This is a picture she made me take while she was trying to set the Guinness World Record for hanging upside down.  I think she made it about  6 minutes- only three days short of the record :-)

Charlie Sheen interviews.  Have you seen them?  Poor guy- making a fool of himself with his goddesses, etc.  Favorite line- "I'm on a drug.  It's called Charlie Sheen."  Sad, but HI-larious!


This new bed I've picked out for when the tax returns come in. 
Oh- and the tiny munchkin standing in front of it like a cool cat.  My kids love furniture stores. 


The husband- he took off work and has catered to my every sick little whim: cramming pills down my throat, bringing me tissues, and letting me take a five hour nap today when my fever was so high that eyeballs were about to boil out of my head.  Love that boy.

Must go back to resting... ciao.
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