Okay, okay...yes, we did receive a new Child for Consideration! It happened over the weekend of Mother's Day. Awesome gift, right???? She is a beautiful little girl with a ton of hair, from the Bac Ninh Province. She was born March 9, which ironically is the month of my birthday, my mom's birthday, and her mom's birthday (whom Miss M will be named after, in a fashion). She is adorable, and we couldn't be more thrilled.
I am trying very hard to keep this CFC low-key, though. It was so incredibly hard when we lost our CFC from Thai Nguyen. I was devastated. But, I grieved, and I know that that baby will have a good home in another country. I am absolutely paranoid it will happen again. I have slowly been telling people that yes, we do have a new CFC. But, man, I tell ya, it's hard.
With our first baby, I had photos of her all over. I had a photo on my computer desktop, gave framed photos to family, etc. Now, I honestly haven't even shown photos to all of my immediate family yet. I haven't put her photo up anywhere, and I'm paranoid to do any shopping or preparing for her arrival. It's as if I'll jinx it if I do anything. And this pisses me off. I should be able to have the pleasure of being ecstatic. I should have the right to prepare her room, put her photo up around the house, and look forward to her arrival. Instead, I feel as if anything I do will somehow darken my karma and I'll be heartbroken again. Damn you, whomever is to blame, for making me feel this way!!
Sigh...off my rant...but yes, we DO have a new CFC. I have finished our preliminary paperwork...applications, acceptance forms, etc., so now we wait for our dossier to match up with the baby's. Then we get to jump into the wonderful government line and wait for our I-600 approval. USCIS...if anyone is reading this, please take pity on a poor woman who's been through the wringer! Not to mention a wonderful baby in need of a good home. Please!! :)
I'll keep y'all posted.....and thanks so much to those of you who have sent their love!!!! You know it is GREATLY appreciated. :)
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Fallen Friend
On Monday, where my husband works, there was a work related accident that killed a man. My husband Mike works for Dom-Ex, Inc., where they sell heavy equipment and parts for these machines to mines around the world. Mike has a desk job, but on the property, they have an equipment yard where they store some of their large machinery and parts.
At this yard, a very interesting man named Dave ran things. He worked there for 20 years. He was 62 years old, and the type of person with a dark sense of humor and was completely aware of his own mortality. He was the kind of man who would tell someone that the job was dangerous so HE would do it...you just go stand over there. Mike shared a lot of his views on things, and they would often talk together. Dave was a little more out there than Mike, but they'd have a good time talking conspiracy theories and general guy-talk.
Monday, Dave was using a boom truck/small crane thing to lift up a very large, heavy piece of machinery. It was like a two ton spindle for something or other. It was supposed to be in two pieces, but was fused together, and the guys working on it couldn't get it apart. Dave said he'd lift it with the crane. Just as it reached him, at the exact moment, it came apart and fell on him, killing him instantly.
Mike was recently trained as a first responder, and has ALWAYS carried an emergency scanner with him, so he heard the page for an ambulance right away. He went up there, and the other workers had already freed Dave from the machine. But, he died instantly. Mike was there with him.
Here's a bizarre ending to this tale...well, one of two odd stories. First of all, Dave would have wanted to go this way. As I mentioned, he was aware of his mortality. He once told Mike a few years ago that he knew he would someday die on the job, and when he did, he wanted Mike to zip up the body bag. Wouldn't you know it, he did. Second of all, I think it was Dave's time to go. You know how sometimes it just seems like that? Well, this weekend, he was driving an ATV with his 28 year old son. The ATV was leaking antifreeze, so he had brought some with him and just put it in a soda bottle. He says to his son that, damn, he forgot to take his pill, pulls out a bottle and downs his pill. YEP....the antifreeze bottle. He had spent a night in the hospital this weekend because of that, and then Monday....this. I think sometimes it's just someone's time to go.
I didn't know you well, Dave, but Mike always respected you, appreciated your conversations, and enjoyed all the stories. He shares them with me, and I enjoy them, too. You were one helluva guy. I know you are in a better place, and may you raise heck wherever you are. Even though I don't drink beer, I shall have one this weekend and raise my bottle to you. I think this is the best memorial you would want. :) Peace be with you.
And peace be with all of you tonight, too.
At this yard, a very interesting man named Dave ran things. He worked there for 20 years. He was 62 years old, and the type of person with a dark sense of humor and was completely aware of his own mortality. He was the kind of man who would tell someone that the job was dangerous so HE would do it...you just go stand over there. Mike shared a lot of his views on things, and they would often talk together. Dave was a little more out there than Mike, but they'd have a good time talking conspiracy theories and general guy-talk.
Monday, Dave was using a boom truck/small crane thing to lift up a very large, heavy piece of machinery. It was like a two ton spindle for something or other. It was supposed to be in two pieces, but was fused together, and the guys working on it couldn't get it apart. Dave said he'd lift it with the crane. Just as it reached him, at the exact moment, it came apart and fell on him, killing him instantly.
Mike was recently trained as a first responder, and has ALWAYS carried an emergency scanner with him, so he heard the page for an ambulance right away. He went up there, and the other workers had already freed Dave from the machine. But, he died instantly. Mike was there with him.
Here's a bizarre ending to this tale...well, one of two odd stories. First of all, Dave would have wanted to go this way. As I mentioned, he was aware of his mortality. He once told Mike a few years ago that he knew he would someday die on the job, and when he did, he wanted Mike to zip up the body bag. Wouldn't you know it, he did. Second of all, I think it was Dave's time to go. You know how sometimes it just seems like that? Well, this weekend, he was driving an ATV with his 28 year old son. The ATV was leaking antifreeze, so he had brought some with him and just put it in a soda bottle. He says to his son that, damn, he forgot to take his pill, pulls out a bottle and downs his pill. YEP....the antifreeze bottle. He had spent a night in the hospital this weekend because of that, and then Monday....this. I think sometimes it's just someone's time to go.
I didn't know you well, Dave, but Mike always respected you, appreciated your conversations, and enjoyed all the stories. He shares them with me, and I enjoy them, too. You were one helluva guy. I know you are in a better place, and may you raise heck wherever you are. Even though I don't drink beer, I shall have one this weekend and raise my bottle to you. I think this is the best memorial you would want. :) Peace be with you.
And peace be with all of you tonight, too.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Good News/Bad News
Okay, good news and bad news. Good news....things are looking up for us today on the adoption front! Can't say too much more about that right now, but, we'll just say that I feel like I can celebrate Mother's Day a little bit this year!!!!!
Bad news...it's May 10th, and it's SNOWING. S-N-O-W-I-N-G. Can you imagine???????? Yeah, me either. Freaking insane.
Happy Mother's Day to everyone!!!!!
Bad news...it's May 10th, and it's SNOWING. S-N-O-W-I-N-G. Can you imagine???????? Yeah, me either. Freaking insane.
Happy Mother's Day to everyone!!!!!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Minnesota Ghost Story
This happened about a month ago just outside of Willmar, a little town in the back country of Minnesota, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real.
This out-of-state traveler was on the side of the road, hitchhiking on a real dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghostlike in the rain. It slowly and silently crept toward him and stopped. Wanting a ride real bad the guy jumped in the car and closed the door; only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel, and no sound of an engine to be heard over the rain. Again the car crept slowly forward and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running.
The guy saw that the car was approaching a sharp curve and, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and began begging for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and into a nearby lake and he would drown! But just before the curve, a shadowy figure appeared at the driver's window and a hand reached in and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Then, just as silently, the hand disappeared through the window and the hitchhiker was alone again! Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran and ran, into town, into Willmar.
Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two shots of whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural experience. A silence enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth (and was not just some drunk).
About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to the other, "Look Ole, ders dat idiot that rode in our car when we wuz pushin it in the rain."
This out-of-state traveler was on the side of the road, hitchhiking on a real dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghostlike in the rain. It slowly and silently crept toward him and stopped. Wanting a ride real bad the guy jumped in the car and closed the door; only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel, and no sound of an engine to be heard over the rain. Again the car crept slowly forward and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running.
The guy saw that the car was approaching a sharp curve and, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and began begging for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and into a nearby lake and he would drown! But just before the curve, a shadowy figure appeared at the driver's window and a hand reached in and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Then, just as silently, the hand disappeared through the window and the hitchhiker was alone again! Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran and ran, into town, into Willmar.
Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two shots of whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural experience. A silence enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth (and was not just some drunk).
About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to the other, "Look Ole, ders dat idiot that rode in our car when we wuz pushin it in the rain."
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