Dinner, Movie and a Razor

I finally met my first blogger friend Rana. We have been trying to connect for the last little while, but it just hadn't happened. This past Friday, I was in the city and we decided to meet for supper and a movie.

First impressions are big...Right. Well, here is the hoe down on my big impression I left with her. We meet, we hug, and get ready to walk to go to supper. Good, great, walk is going well, until we are a few block away and I realized that I forgot the movie tickets in my truck. Go back, get tickets, after fumbling to try to find my keys in my "mom purse." Got tickets, back on our way to the restaurant, which by the way was amazing. I had the best salad I have had in a long time. If I could remember the name of the restaurant, I would promote it, but after you read the rest of my post you will see, I'm not that organized and have forgotten it already! Anyhow the conversation was great, but my lips are a bit dry so I search in my mom purse again and low and behold I pull out a razor, not my lip chap! Back to eating, did I mention it was the best salad ever? Oh yeah, I did. Anyhow finish eating and start our journey down to the movie theatre. Me, who doesn't really think much before I ask things, I just blurt out a pretty personal question, not thinking, hmmmm, maybe I should save this question until I know her a bit better, OR give some insight to my problem as to WHY I am asking the question!! But no. Just ...WHAM!
We sit down to watch The Proposal and have to turn off your cell phones. Of course, your in a theatre. Well after searching thru my mom purse for about 2 mins, I finally find it and turn it off. The movie was cute and funny, I'd recommend going to see it. We walk back, and after searching for my keys...AGAIN, we say our farewells, and that about sums it up.

The funny thing is, that evening kinda sums up who I am. Not super organized, always misplacing things, just ask what I'm thinking, but yet having a great time. If you think you wanna hang with me, you have to be ready for...well who knows what I'll find, or lose in the course of an evening! I had a blast getting to know someone who I already feel like I know, and the evening was super fun.

We will see though, the razor may have been bit over the top!

Cheers,

Can I get a Holla

Tonight I am solo. My hubby is at a farm show and is away for the night. Sleeping solo makes me think about a lot of things. We spent a lot of time apart in our first years of marriage, due to work, but lately we don't spend a whole lot of time apart any more. Yes some nights when farming is in full swing, we don't spend a lot of actual time together, but not the less, he at least rolls in for a couple hours! It's making me appreciate how much I love spending time with my dear hubby.

I am so thankful at how supportive he is in every aspect of our lives, especially during this adoption process. He is such a rock and balances out my ups and downs. Mostly the downs. We have crazy laughs over stuff that others would think is really dorky, have good talks about things that are going on for us and just really know each other well. I could never get through life with out him by my side. He really deserves a "Holla". I don't express it much, but he is so amazing.

I also think that there are many others who don't always get a "Holla" when they deserve them. So I'm giving some shout outs to some other "peeps" who mean so much to me. My family is so great, both my side of the fam. Actually they all are my family because I feel so close to his side, they just feel like my side. (did that make sense??!!) My friends are pretty darn cool too, cause I can talk to them about all this stuff, and even though they don't know how it feels to go through it all, they do a darn good job at making me feel better. Especially my posse crew. I think I'd go insane if I didn't have my best peep, 11:11. She totally gets me. Seriously, she deserves a "Word to Big Bird" shout out because when a girl finds a friend who is such a kindred spirit(yes had to get some Anne of Green Gables lingo in there), you truly are blessed. I mean if you are committed to do this(picture on right) you know you have a good friendship! What are we doing you might ask....well I didn't have a finished picture, but that is me with the tattoo on my foot of eleven stars, and her with the word eleven on the back of her neck.

I also really have found so much comfort in my blogging "friends." You guys totally get a major "holla" because you truly get how I'm feeling, and you are right there offering encouragement, or even just saying you know how it feels. It means a lot. I would never of thought that I would get so excited for someone else to get good news of a referral, when I haven't even talked to most of you. I feel the pain that you guys are feeling, and truly am disappointed and hurt for you guys too. We all know exactly what it feels like. Yeah we are all in different time frames, but we all get it.

I guess I just wanted to take this time to say thanks to all of you who are in my life and are helping support through our adoption journey. I am not an overly emotional person, and probably don't say thanks often enough. You guys all have a significant role in my life, and you deserve a shout out.

Can I get a HOLLA. Holla back.

Cheers

A pick me up for Monday

Okay Just a little humor to pick you all up. This one is for you Rana. Hope it makes you smile today, being it's a Monday and it starts a new week of wonder.

This table was for sale on eBay.
How can you tell it is being sold by a man?
Can you solve this little riddle?
First look and guess.

You will find the answer below, but don’t cheat!

Know the answer? If not, scroll down now……

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OK, Look in the mirror…

Remember, if you are posting a picture on the world-wide web…

WEAR CLOTHES when taking the picture…

AND IT WAS POSTED ON eBay!!

Cheers...actually double cheers for this one!!!!

Being a mom sometimes a hard thing.....

Being a mom is sometimes a hard thing. When your child comes home from school and tells you that the girls in her class walked by her when she was by herself at recess, and stick their tongues out at her and tell her that they are cool, and she is not......your heart breaks. You want to go walk by those girls and tell them that they in fact are the ones who are not cool. Being a mom you have to tell your daughter whose heart is sad, that it's okay, and not to worry about what others think about you, when you really want to say, "those brats...who do they think they are." I mean really how can you not think that this girl is not cool. She is so cool. Of course I know that next Kindergarden day it will all be forgotten and things will be fine. In fact, by tomorrow morning she will have forgotten and she will want me to phone those girls and see if any of them can play at our house. It's me who has a hard time letting it go. When someone hurts the ones you love, it's hard to forgive. What I will learn from this though, is I need to have forgiveness like a child. They let things go, and will be friends again the next time they see each other. But tonight, it's tough to be a mom. The little one I love so much has a broken heart, because she thinks she isn't cool.

Seriously how can you not think that J is not the coolest little girl you have ever seen......

Cheers

Blinds up or down

You know some days you wake up and you feel like just leaving the blinds down and not letting the sun shine in? Well today I decided to raise the blinds and let the sun shine in. Which did you do today? Blinds up or down?

Cheers

Sweet Sixteen

I figure this adopting process is like the picture above of someone running a race. You are so pumped and excited at the start. Every thing is going well, you have adrenaline pumping and you start with a bang. You feel like you know what you are up against and you are going to do it with no glitches and nothing will bring you down. Bring it on race, I'm going to tackle you with no problems. You feel like you are passing and gaining on some. It's still going good, and it's early enough in the race you still are strong and going for gold.

Then you hit the mid section of the race. You are getting tired. People are passing you. You might start to feel like you are getting an injury and really start to feel like giving up, or is this race EVER going to end. You might even feel guilty because you should have trained harder. But then, you see the face of someone you care about, cheering you on, giving you hope and inspiration. It gives you the fuel to keep on plugging away, and not stop.

Finally you see the finish line. You get that blast of adrenaline again and you push forward and give it your all. Your friends and family are cheering and so happy for you cause it's almost done. They know how hard you worked, and how hard this race has been for you, and know you are probably in pain....but they are so excited that it is almost over for you. You sprint forward and finish strong.

Ahhhhhhhh. The finish line. You cross it, and it's over. Joy, the pain you felt mid way is washed away with the overwhelming excitment you have that you did it.....It was worth it. You proved to yourself you can do this race....It's over.

To those of you who are not in this adoption process yourselves....This is how it feels when you go thru the journey. The start of it when you are doing paperwork, you are so excited and pumped that you just go forward with such joy and enthusiasm that it seems so great. You tell everyone, your going to adopt and it's so great. You might even start a blog. Once your paper work goes to the country you are adopting from, you start to wait.....and wait. Everyone is trying to be supportive and tell you positive things, but it just starts to drag on. You feel like it will never end. It feels like everyone else is getting referrals, and you are not. You get down, and even depressed about it. You feel pain, because you know your family isn't complete, and you are wanting to know who your child is. You get tired of talking about it, because everyone asks the same questions. It feels like you have nothing to blog about because if you posted about how you are feeling or what's new, it would be depressing and the same old story. Or you think no one even reads your blog, so why do it. You feel like giving up...but know you would never do that. People who are pregnant only have to wait 9 months...but we are waiting over 2 years. Some guilt might set in because you want to feel happy for everyone who is having babies, or getting their referrals, but we have empty arms. Family and friends pull you thru by encouraging and just keeping our minds off things.

We are still in the mid section of our race. We haven't a referral yet, so I can't talk about the finish line too much, but can only imagine what it will be like to get the referral call. I know it will give us the strength to get back in the game and sprint forward. It will still be a long wait until the "gottcha day" in Ethiopia, more paper work and court dates....but it will be like racing to the finish line because you have a visual of who your child is, so you can go full speed, knowing you can see the finish line.

To hold our child in our arms the first time, will be our finish line. Awesome, rewarding, joy, love, and so much more will make this race worth every second. Family and friends will be there to cheer us on. What a great day that will be.

This story can also be applied to many different "races" in all of our lives. For me it also is like my personal relationship with my Heavenly Father. I have up's and downs, and sometimes feel like it's not going well. Thank goodness that we have a Father who is there to forgive and pick us up again. It's my personal faith that gets us through these hard times. Prayer of others for us also gets my spirits back up.

This race is also how my journey of weight loss is. I worked so hard at losing almost 120 pounds. Now have gained back......come on now as if I m going to say how much!! But I will give you a hint......10 pounds....nope. 20....uhuh.....30.....uh....not it either 40...well getting close!......I will stop there! Ahhhhh so frustrating. But I'm getting back on the saddle and getting those number to go down.

Maybe you don't have these "races" but I'm sure you've struggled thru you own race and can relate what I am talking about. The main thing is that we don't give up on our races, and we finish it.

We have hit the 16 month point. Is it sweet. Nope. Will it be sweet. You bettcha.

Cheers