As always, I don't necessarily agree or disagree with these links, but I believe they are important to consider. For those of you new around here, I'm an adoptive momma. Each Sunday I try to post links relevant to the China- adoptive community. I read some of these linkage posts while nodding my head in agreement... others stretch my mind as I seek to understand. Always, always, I consider them.
An Adoption Agency Gives Me Hope -- first mother Claudia Corrigan D'Arcy at Musings of the Lame... on a recent e-mail exchange that she never would have imagined eight years ago
Healing Touch -- adoptive momma (Korea and Ethiopia) Mary at Owlhaven... in which Mary links to another excellent post, but I really want you to see the photo of her and her daughter
Alert and a Petition for Canadian Waiting Families -- adoptive momma (China) redmaryjanes at The Seventh Diamond... spreading the word for a friend of a friend about families left stranded after the owners of a now-bankrupt adoption agency cut and run
There's No Place Like Home -- adult adoptee (Korea) Yoon Seon at 안녕습니다 (annyong seumnida)... on "home" and the connection she feels to Korea, despite a 25 year absence
Adoption truth, personal humility -- adoptive momma (Korea) Margie, who regularly blogs at Third Mom, at the new Adoption Voices... a must-read about listening to everyone within the triad
Attachment and Bonding Revisted -- adoptive momma (China) Leslie at Room For At Least One More... on the attachment, bonding process and the unfurling of a flower
A Picture and a Thousand Words -- first mother Brown at Confessions of a Secret Birth Mom... a gripping post about the need she feels to prove herself
The Other Family, Foster Parents' Love -- foster mom in China Carrie, who regularly blogs at Signs of Hope, at the group adoption blog Grown in My Heart... emotional and heart-wrenching, just like the journey a foster parent willingly takes
journal entries -- waiting for travel approval (China) Kris at Tell Her This... excerpts from journal entries during the nearly three years waiting to adopt
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Sunday Scripture
But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Matthew 6: 33-34
你们要先求他的国和他的义, 这些东西都要加给你们了. 所以, 不要为明天忧虑, 因为明天自有明天的
忧虑; 一天的难处一天当就够了.
马太福音 六: 三十三 - 三十四
Matthew 6: 33-34
你们要先求他的国和他的义, 这些东西都要加给你们了. 所以, 不要为明天忧虑, 因为明天自有明天的
忧虑; 一天的难处一天当就够了.
马太福音 六: 三十三 - 三十四
Friday, July 17, 2009
What Matters Most
Some of you may not realize that people often tell us we live on a lesser-known version of Sesame Street. And many of you might be surprised that the husband and I - even after surviving 17 moves - refuse to say we will ALWAYS live here. We love our neighborhood, but we can't rule out saying goodbye to it at some point in the future. Find out why with my post today: "What Matters Most" over at Grown in My Heart.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
A Healthy Meal?
I thought y'all might appreciate the Tongginator's idea of a healthy dinner for her Daddy...
and her idea of a healthy meal for herself...
For some strange reason, I think there might be a disconnect.
and her idea of a healthy meal for herself...
For some strange reason, I think there might be a disconnect.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Just The Way They Are
This past Saturday the husband and I played at Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous because the husband, through his work connections at The Borg, somehow garnered two free tickets to the best concert in town this summer. Since this is SO not our every day life, we actually went shopping to purchase clothes suitable to wear to an event as high class as the one we attended.
Because, you know, I usually walk around in stained capris, plain jeans or yoga pants. Ahem.
So... what exactly does one wear to an event with your husband's boss' boss that includes a party bus driving through downtown D.C. so that you can tailgate in a gravel parking lot before walking one block to a baseball stadium to attend an outdoor music concert in an over-the-top fancy corporate suite? Yeah, I didn't have a clue either, but I came up with a cute little tank toppy shirt and a long, twirly skirt.
I ended up looking like a hippie amid a crowd of Frat Boys, but whatever - the husband said I looked cute anyways. You'll have to take his word for it, though, cuz I totally forgot to take a picture of myself (or should I say HE forgot to take a picture?). I did, however, remember to take a picture of the gravel parking lot tailgating. Because that was kind of funny, y'all.
tailgating where we maybe possibly weren't supposed to
After about an hour of tailgating, we headed over to the corporate suite for more partying before the concert even began. Wasn't it smart of everyone to load up on liquor before listening to two of the most popular performers in pop history? Yes, y'all, go ahead and hate me now. I saw Billy Joel and Elton John in concert. Yes, I did. And I must say that it was really wonderful, but I feel bad that you weren't with me.
(I really do.)
When Billy Joel and Elton John first walked out on stage, I started counting the minutes until Sir Elton had his first hissy fit. Because, even though none of us has actually met the man, we ALL know what he's like. And, as expected, I didn't have long to wait. He stormed off the stage within the first 15 minutes while yelling a few choicecurses words because of some technical difficulties.
Sir Elton John and Billy Joel, before the hissy fit
Actually, to be fair, Sir Elton hung around on stage for quite some time while the crew tried to fix said issues. How long, y'all ask? Well, Billy Joel improvised a couple of songs, including Yankee Doodle and Battle Hymn of the Republic. Joel even threw off his coat and ran to help the technicians laying on the floor, under Sir Elton's piano, trying to fix the sustain pedal. When that didn't work, Billy Joel joked, "wanna trade pianos?"
And that's when the hissy fit happened. Because - you know - Sir Elton is Sir Elton... kinda like me in the mornings. Our little group hardly noticed the delay, though, because we just headed inside to eat and drinkmore.
quite obviously, some drunk person took this photo... because
I would never forget to switch my camera from manual to
automatic focus... and where did all of the food go anyways?
After that little bit of chaos, they changed up the format of their regular Face2Face show, having Billy Joel perform first. Which was totally alright with me because, while the rest of the crowd in our suite seemed more familiar with Sir Elton's songs, I - being YOUNGER - knew more of Billy Joel's songs.
I'm just saying...
It felt amazing to hear the crowd sing along with most of the songs that night. I mean, think about it, how many Elton and Joel songs do you know by heart? Quite a lot, I'd venture to say. And sing them, we did. We were really loud, y'all, especially since I think the baseball stadium was more crowded for that one concert than for all of this season's baseball games combined.
(Did y'all even know D.C. has a baseball team now? No? That's probably because they stink.)
I enjoyed every minute of the concert, as did every member of our group. Although some of us enjoyed the night a little more than others.
thankfully, this IS his wife
Billy Joel outdid himself, performing such favorites as Allentown, Zanzibar, She's Always a Woman (with some interesting comments about his current/ third divorce), It's Still Rock and Roll to Me and Only the Good Die Young. Sir Elton wowed the crowd with Tiny Dancer, Goodbye Yellow Brick Road and a fourteen minute version of Rocket Man, complete with pink flamingos and rainbows shooting across the stage screens.
if I was ever in doubt as to what these lyrics referred to, I now find
the metaphor completely clear... pink flamingos can do that to you
Then they played duets for quite a few songs, including the ever popular Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me, You May Be Right, I Guess That's Why They Call it the Blues, Candle in the Wind and Piano Man. I really missed hearing Uptown Girl, which they didn't play due to the technical difficulties, but I guess that's alright since I looked more like a hippie than an Uptown Girl anyways.
And I loved 'em just the way they were, hissy fit and all.
Because, you know, I usually walk around in stained capris, plain jeans or yoga pants. Ahem.
So... what exactly does one wear to an event with your husband's boss' boss that includes a party bus driving through downtown D.C. so that you can tailgate in a gravel parking lot before walking one block to a baseball stadium to attend an outdoor music concert in an over-the-top fancy corporate suite? Yeah, I didn't have a clue either, but I came up with a cute little tank toppy shirt and a long, twirly skirt.
I ended up looking like a hippie amid a crowd of Frat Boys, but whatever - the husband said I looked cute anyways. You'll have to take his word for it, though, cuz I totally forgot to take a picture of myself (or should I say HE forgot to take a picture?). I did, however, remember to take a picture of the gravel parking lot tailgating. Because that was kind of funny, y'all.
tailgating where we maybe possibly weren't supposed toAfter about an hour of tailgating, we headed over to the corporate suite for more partying before the concert even began. Wasn't it smart of everyone to load up on liquor before listening to two of the most popular performers in pop history? Yes, y'all, go ahead and hate me now. I saw Billy Joel and Elton John in concert. Yes, I did. And I must say that it was really wonderful, but I feel bad that you weren't with me.
(I really do.)
When Billy Joel and Elton John first walked out on stage, I started counting the minutes until Sir Elton had his first hissy fit. Because, even though none of us has actually met the man, we ALL know what he's like. And, as expected, I didn't have long to wait. He stormed off the stage within the first 15 minutes while yelling a few choice
Sir Elton John and Billy Joel, before the hissy fitActually, to be fair, Sir Elton hung around on stage for quite some time while the crew tried to fix said issues. How long, y'all ask? Well, Billy Joel improvised a couple of songs, including Yankee Doodle and Battle Hymn of the Republic. Joel even threw off his coat and ran to help the technicians laying on the floor, under Sir Elton's piano, trying to fix the sustain pedal. When that didn't work, Billy Joel joked, "wanna trade pianos?"
And that's when the hissy fit happened. Because - you know - Sir Elton is Sir Elton... kinda like me in the mornings. Our little group hardly noticed the delay, though, because we just headed inside to eat and drink
quite obviously, some drunk person took this photo... becauseI would never forget to switch my camera from manual to
automatic focus... and where did all of the food go anyways?
After that little bit of chaos, they changed up the format of their regular Face2Face show, having Billy Joel perform first. Which was totally alright with me because, while the rest of the crowd in our suite seemed more familiar with Sir Elton's songs, I - being YOUNGER - knew more of Billy Joel's songs.
I'm just saying...
It felt amazing to hear the crowd sing along with most of the songs that night. I mean, think about it, how many Elton and Joel songs do you know by heart? Quite a lot, I'd venture to say. And sing them, we did. We were really loud, y'all, especially since I think the baseball stadium was more crowded for that one concert than for all of this season's baseball games combined.
(Did y'all even know D.C. has a baseball team now? No? That's probably because they stink.)
I enjoyed every minute of the concert, as did every member of our group. Although some of us enjoyed the night a little more than others.
thankfully, this IS his wifeBilly Joel outdid himself, performing such favorites as Allentown, Zanzibar, She's Always a Woman (with some interesting comments about his current/ third divorce), It's Still Rock and Roll to Me and Only the Good Die Young. Sir Elton wowed the crowd with Tiny Dancer, Goodbye Yellow Brick Road and a fourteen minute version of Rocket Man, complete with pink flamingos and rainbows shooting across the stage screens.
if I was ever in doubt as to what these lyrics referred to, I now findthe metaphor completely clear... pink flamingos can do that to you
Then they played duets for quite a few songs, including the ever popular Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me, You May Be Right, I Guess That's Why They Call it the Blues, Candle in the Wind and Piano Man. I really missed hearing Uptown Girl, which they didn't play due to the technical difficulties, but I guess that's alright since I looked more like a hippie than an Uptown Girl anyways.
And I loved 'em just the way they were, hissy fit and all.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Be Like a Shark
Tomorrow I'll tell all y'all about the concert we attended on Saturday, but I only have time for a quick post today.
As you know, the Tongginator spent this past weekend running around town with Tonggu Grammy and the Colonel. On Saturday, during an "I love you and miss you lots and lots" cell phone call, I learned that Tonggu Grammy allowed the Tongginator to do something I NEVER would have allowed. I can't believe my momma did this. Well, actually I can. She IS a newly retired preschool teacher, after all.
Y'all, Tonggu Grammy allowed the Tongginator to pet a shark. Yes, she did. And eww, yuck is all I can say.
with her cousin M&M at the Calvert Marine Museum
I asked the Tongginator what the shark felt like and my ever-observant little gal replied, "wet." When I probed for more information (because yes, y'all, I am one of THOSE people alternately horrified and fascinated by something that grosses me out), the Tongginator drew a blank.
TONGGU MOMMA: Did it feel smooth or rough?
TONGGINATOR: (grinning) Smooth.
TONGGU MOMMA: Did it feel cool or hot?
TONGGINATOR: Kinda cool, I guess.
TONGGU MOMMA: (frustrated that it was like pulling teeth to drag a reply out of my normally talkative little gal) Well, what ELSE did the shark's skin feel like?
TONGGINATOR: Umm... it felt skinny!
There you have it. The way to feel skinny is to be like a shark.
As you know, the Tongginator spent this past weekend running around town with Tonggu Grammy and the Colonel. On Saturday, during an "I love you and miss you lots and lots" cell phone call, I learned that Tonggu Grammy allowed the Tongginator to do something I NEVER would have allowed. I can't believe my momma did this. Well, actually I can. She IS a newly retired preschool teacher, after all.
Y'all, Tonggu Grammy allowed the Tongginator to pet a shark. Yes, she did. And eww, yuck is all I can say.
with her cousin M&M at the Calvert Marine MuseumI asked the Tongginator what the shark felt like and my ever-observant little gal replied, "wet." When I probed for more information (because yes, y'all, I am one of THOSE people alternately horrified and fascinated by something that grosses me out), the Tongginator drew a blank.
TONGGU MOMMA: Did it feel smooth or rough?
TONGGINATOR: (grinning) Smooth.
TONGGU MOMMA: Did it feel cool or hot?
TONGGINATOR: Kinda cool, I guess.
TONGGU MOMMA: (frustrated that it was like pulling teeth to drag a reply out of my normally talkative little gal) Well, what ELSE did the shark's skin feel like?
TONGGINATOR: Umm... it felt skinny!
There you have it. The way to feel skinny is to be like a shark.
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