This time tomorrow night I will be resting in a hotel room in Memphis. I am so excited I can't accurately describe it on this blog. I'm only going for a brief 36 hours and yet the thought of a girl's trip is so freaking exciting!
Will I miss my husband? Yes. Will I miss my kids? Yes. Will I enjoy a full night's sleep? Yes.
Candy and I are going to shop at the Pottery Barn outlet, spend our Gymbucks, eat a nice dinner, see a girly movie, and just enjoy time away for our birthdays. We are hoping to make this an annual tradition.
Part of me feels guilty for going and then I think "nah!"
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
These are a few of my favorite things...
I thought I'd compile a small list of things I have been meaning to tell you guys about. I wish I had time to do a post on each of these things individually, but I don't, so this is the next best thing.
1. Priority One Real Estate : Ray Carman is the person we used in our last move and you can't ask for a more honest and effective agent. He not only did an awesome job listing and selling our house, but totally went to bat for us when it came time for us to buy a house. Yes, we got our house for 60K less than the original asking price because of lots of prayers and lots of comps that Ray pulled. If you need an agent that can get it done, email him now.
2. Consigning Time and Kids Consignment Sales : Both of these sites have a compiled listing of sales in the Nashville area. Both Julie and Linda do a great job getting all the info to you in a well organized fashion. Don't miss any of the awesome sales you can find in the Nashville area!
3. Red Letters Campaign : Remember me talking about that fabulous couple we stayed with while in Houston? Well, not only do Russ and Angel open their home up to strangers while in town adopting, they also run an awesome non-profit called Red Letters Campaign. RLC exists to connect people who want to give to those who are in need especially in the life of orphans. What started as a small non-profit has turned into a huge gig for this wonderful couple!
4. Craigslist : If you have not yet ventured onto craigslist, what in the world are you waiting for? I swear half of the furniture in my home, both of our vehicles and half of my kids toys have come from craigslist. It's completely free to list items for sale and you can search by city. Yes, I am addicted.
1. Priority One Real Estate : Ray Carman is the person we used in our last move and you can't ask for a more honest and effective agent. He not only did an awesome job listing and selling our house, but totally went to bat for us when it came time for us to buy a house. Yes, we got our house for 60K less than the original asking price because of lots of prayers and lots of comps that Ray pulled. If you need an agent that can get it done, email him now.
2. Consigning Time and Kids Consignment Sales : Both of these sites have a compiled listing of sales in the Nashville area. Both Julie and Linda do a great job getting all the info to you in a well organized fashion. Don't miss any of the awesome sales you can find in the Nashville area!
3. Red Letters Campaign : Remember me talking about that fabulous couple we stayed with while in Houston? Well, not only do Russ and Angel open their home up to strangers while in town adopting, they also run an awesome non-profit called Red Letters Campaign. RLC exists to connect people who want to give to those who are in need especially in the life of orphans. What started as a small non-profit has turned into a huge gig for this wonderful couple!
4. Craigslist : If you have not yet ventured onto craigslist, what in the world are you waiting for? I swear half of the furniture in my home, both of our vehicles and half of my kids toys have come from craigslist. It's completely free to list items for sale and you can search by city. Yes, I am addicted.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Praying
I HAD to share this. Pic taken by grandmother at VBS. Guessing this was taken during prayer. We all know how hard it is to keep your eyes closed the WHOLE time during prayer! HA HA
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Michael Jackson
Honestly, I haven't wanted to touch this subject with a ten foot pole, but heard a comment today that really bothered me so I figured I should put my thoughts out there for those of you that care :)
Yes, I grew up loving Michael Jackson. I loved his songs, loved his dancing, etc. but I'm quite sure I've ever been the type of fan that idolized him. I haven't kept up with him much over the years, although I do remember seeing the story of him dangling his son over the railing at that hotel. I also remember thinking it quite odd that he wore pajamas to court. I say all this to give you the extent of my recent Michael Jackson knowledge. Honestly, if you had asked me three weeks ago how many children MJ had and whom they were conceived with, I probably could not have answered that question.
I say all this because someone said today while referring to custody of MJ's kids "well, they probably weren't even his kids anyway"
Now, maybe you see nothing wrong with the above statement. Heck, you might have even said it yourself, but as an adoptive momma I think someone needs to stop and say that just because he may or may not have produced the sperm that fertilized the egg does not equal that he wasn't their father. He has raised these children (from what I have seen in the media) since their birth. He is the only parent these children have ever known. Yes, he was a weird, mixed up man who was probably guilty of lots of disqusting things, but he was still their father.
These children are his children, but more importantly, they are children of God. My immediate family consists of children that I spent hours birthing and children that I spent hours praying for. Some have my DNA, some do not. BUT THEY ARE ALL MY CHILDREN. Yes, two of them didn't come out of womb, but if something happened to me, I would hope and pray that people would not hold them at arm's length because of that small difference in how they came to be part of my family.
Yes, I grew up loving Michael Jackson. I loved his songs, loved his dancing, etc. but I'm quite sure I've ever been the type of fan that idolized him. I haven't kept up with him much over the years, although I do remember seeing the story of him dangling his son over the railing at that hotel. I also remember thinking it quite odd that he wore pajamas to court. I say all this to give you the extent of my recent Michael Jackson knowledge. Honestly, if you had asked me three weeks ago how many children MJ had and whom they were conceived with, I probably could not have answered that question.
I say all this because someone said today while referring to custody of MJ's kids "well, they probably weren't even his kids anyway"
Now, maybe you see nothing wrong with the above statement. Heck, you might have even said it yourself, but as an adoptive momma I think someone needs to stop and say that just because he may or may not have produced the sperm that fertilized the egg does not equal that he wasn't their father. He has raised these children (from what I have seen in the media) since their birth. He is the only parent these children have ever known. Yes, he was a weird, mixed up man who was probably guilty of lots of disqusting things, but he was still their father.
These children are his children, but more importantly, they are children of God. My immediate family consists of children that I spent hours birthing and children that I spent hours praying for. Some have my DNA, some do not. BUT THEY ARE ALL MY CHILDREN. Yes, two of them didn't come out of womb, but if something happened to me, I would hope and pray that people would not hold them at arm's length because of that small difference in how they came to be part of my family.
Another Resource for Prospective Adoptive Families
I just realized tonight that I never posted a link to the board that posts adoption situations that they need profiles for. If you click HEREyou will find a moderated list of those situations. We typically used the first link listed AND please be aware that you should always do research on agencies that post situations here as some are known to not be that great (Valley of Hope) GOOD LUCK!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
I'd Rather Be Hot Than Cold
Yes, I've said that many a time. Like when I'm at a Titans football game and I've decided my toes are permanently frozen and will never reach 98.6 again. Or, perhaps, during the "spring" consignment sale where it is typically 12 below zero at midnight when we finally leave. Yes, I've said it..."I'd rather be hot than cold, at least you can cool off, but when you're cold, sometimes you just can't get warm"
Well, my friends, last night I ate those words. You see, around 4pm yesterday, I noticed the house was warm. We are one of those people who keep the thermostat at 72 degrees and don't move it. Jonathan swears he is "freezing" each night to which I promptly tell him it feels great in here and get over it. In our new, old house, the thermostat is one of those where you set the temp for a certain number of days, so I ASSUMED that it needed to be reset which I promptly did.
Jonathan got home around 6pm and noted that it was indeed, well, HOT in our house and began assessing the problem. "It's blowing cold air," he said. I went into our tiny 20 sq. feet master bath and reassured him that it was not blowing cold air. Jonathan, AKA Bob the Builder, assured me that it was fine and that because it had gotten so hot, it would just take a while to cool off. Sure it would.
By 8pm, I noticed that my skin was literally beginning to drip off (that's a joke) so I told him it was time to call someone. Bob called Ed the Builder (my dad) and they determined that indeed, the unit was not even turning on. Next call: our home warranty place. Blah, blah, blah...someone will call you back within 24 hours. Excuse me? 24 hours?
So, last night, we toughed it out and slept peacefully (note sarcasm here) in our 82 degree house. It was, well, warm. I think I determined around 2:12am that I would indeed rather be cold than hot.
Repairman is supposed to be here between 10 and 12. Who wants to make bets on what time he will actually show up?
Well, my friends, last night I ate those words. You see, around 4pm yesterday, I noticed the house was warm. We are one of those people who keep the thermostat at 72 degrees and don't move it. Jonathan swears he is "freezing" each night to which I promptly tell him it feels great in here and get over it. In our new, old house, the thermostat is one of those where you set the temp for a certain number of days, so I ASSUMED that it needed to be reset which I promptly did.
Jonathan got home around 6pm and noted that it was indeed, well, HOT in our house and began assessing the problem. "It's blowing cold air," he said. I went into our tiny 20 sq. feet master bath and reassured him that it was not blowing cold air. Jonathan, AKA Bob the Builder, assured me that it was fine and that because it had gotten so hot, it would just take a while to cool off. Sure it would.
By 8pm, I noticed that my skin was literally beginning to drip off (that's a joke) so I told him it was time to call someone. Bob called Ed the Builder (my dad) and they determined that indeed, the unit was not even turning on. Next call: our home warranty place. Blah, blah, blah...someone will call you back within 24 hours. Excuse me? 24 hours?
So, last night, we toughed it out and slept peacefully (note sarcasm here) in our 82 degree house. It was, well, warm. I think I determined around 2:12am that I would indeed rather be cold than hot.
Repairman is supposed to be here between 10 and 12. Who wants to make bets on what time he will actually show up?
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