Sunday, April 18, 2010
Russia ceasing adoptions this week doesn't help anything either. We just had a great discussion with my cousin who adopted from Russia; we (I think Michael too) were just starting to warm up to the idea. My heart aches for all the families who were in the process of bringing a little one home only to have it suddenly halted. I wonder how the family that sent the little boy back to Russia feels? It's not a package...it's a child. The aftermath is felt even in our home.
The emotional part of this challenge is, as I'm frequently reminded, the hardest part. Why crosses my mind several times a day. It's weird, though, lately. I don't have all the other emotions right now. Just why. Why is this happening?
Why us? Then again, I wouldn't off-load this burden and heartache to anyone so, then again, why not us?
Monday, April 12, 2010
Our computer crashed, but came Michael to the rescue and saved our pictures. Our contacts with birthdays, addresses, anniversaries, emails, etc. are all gone, though. It will be a year of rebuilding the contacts so appease me if you get that request as I start to rebuild our Christmas card list (OK, fine...future birth announcement list for those who think ahead...apparently I think waaayyyy ahead). :)
Until I write again...
Sunday, April 11, 2010
8. I took a picture with the drummer. I don't think his alma mater is TCU, but he still has purple hair which I love.
9. I got to wear my black leather knee boots and black leather jacket and, considering the crowd, could still be considered conservative.
10. I'm a sucker for pretty blue eyes!! lol!
I'm not going to lie, I was dreading it a bit after a full week's worth of work. Lately I've been feeling like hitting the couch on Fridays way more than hitting a concert, but it actually turned out to be a lot of fun.
Monday, April 5, 2010
I wish I were extroverted so I wouldn't feel like a smushed putty when I get home from work. Today I got to work at 7am to get some work done before the action started. We have over 40 people smashed into less than 5,000 square feet of office space. Right now I'm acting as the greeter, operator, receptionist and whatever else the day calls for in addition to my regular job. And no, an Executive Assistant to the President isn't a secretary. If I get referred to a secretary one more time, I might just...oh, who am I kidding? I'll just get really pissed and sulk. Anyhoo, today I reception-ed. Literally, 12 hours of visiting and answering the phone. I wonder who is going to do my work? I guess me in my "off" time.
Getting back to why I wish I were extroverted...I just wish I fed off of chaos and other people's energy. It is just one of those traits I wish I had. But I don't. So my smushed little putty brain is hitting the hay and going to try again tomorrow!
One quick prayer request though, s'il vous plaît. Please pray for our friends MarJoe. (Think collectively, like Bennifer or Brangelina.) They had their IVF transfer today. I'll write a dedicated post about their journey with infertility, maybe tomorrow. For this evening, let's pray for a lush, uterine environment for those two little eggs they implanted. Please Lord, let them be blessed with a healthy pregnancy. Amen.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
I’d like to give a shout out to the person who resurrected my dictionary when I met him in 2001 and now (yay! for modern technology) I have Wikipedia saved as a favorite thanks to his vocabulary. If he were that Dos XX commercial it would go like this:
His Christmas letter takes the reader until the next Christmas to finish and comprehend.
His poodle is smarter than your high school English teacher.
His knowledge of film, art and music make you feel like you’ve lived under a rock for the last 30 years.
He beat the inventor of scrabble at his own game.
He is the most Smartest-est Man in the World.
He’s my step-father-in-law (FIL) and his birthday is tomorrow. In honor of this day, I give him what every FIL would naturally want – a shout out on an infertility blog. I mean really, who wouldn’t want to be given the ‘ole Happy Birthday in this fashion?
So happy birthday, Steve. Michael and I are happy you are in our lives. We kind of like that wife of yours too!
Oh, and if you readers think I’m over exaggerating on his smart-ness, check out his blog: