Last night, a friend informed us of the existence of a Facebook page dedicated to our family. Unfortunately, the site was devoted to the topic of how the author was sick of our family’s Adoption Bull Sh!t [sic].
The page was launched in early 2010 and apparently it was only active for a short period of time. The fellow who launched it was a “troll” — according to the Urban Dictionary, “One who posts a deliberately provocative message to a newsgroup or message board with the intention of causing maximum disruption and argument.” There really weren’t that many followers of the site. Thus, its overall impact was limited, at best.
Running Girl and I put the link up on our Facebook pages because we thought it would cause our friends to shake their heads and laugh at this man’s pathetic use of his hours on this green Earth. Unfortunately, our actions did not have the intended effect. Continue reading
“Are we going to my Haiti?” asked a somewhat bewildered Island Boy.
“Yes, IB,” we reassured him. “We are going to the Haiti picnic this weekend.”
“No. Today is Tuesday. We leave on Friday. The picnic is on Saturday.”
And so it went every day last week.
When Friday finally arrived, we packed up the car and left as soon as
possible Running Girl & The Fashionista got out of the Harry Potter movie. Pennsylvania here we come.
I have spent most of today with a big smile plastered on my face. I think I am especially excited about the summer this year because there are fewer unknowns than we had last summer. Last June I could see the end of my time as a stay-at-home Mom. When IB came home in January, September seemed a million years away. As SD and TF finished school last year, suddenly I felt like the clock was ticking.
IB was headed to school full time in the fall and we weren’t sure how that was going to go. I won’t lie. September was rough, but we made it through.
IB now has a full year of school under his belt. He knows what school is about. Most importantly, he understands that all five of us have places to go during the day, but we all come back to Kay Nou at night.
He is very excited about kindergarten. He has been to his new school and is eager to point it out every time we drive by. He knows he’ll be going there after the summer is over.
Until then we’ve got a busy, busy summer ahead of us. Here’s what we’ve got cooking: Continue reading
When you misplace something you really love, how do you handle it? Do you freak out? Are you overwhelmed with remorse? Do you impulsively go to buy a replacement? Perhaps you just shrug your shoulders and say “Oh well, such is life.”
If you’re like me, you tell yourself that the treasured item is on vacation and that it will return when it has sufficiently rested. Think of the lawn gnome in Amélie.
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I woke up on January 25, 2010 and was afraid to call it “Gotcha Day”. That morning we read about 80 children in Orlando who were waiting to be processed. They had been there for 48 hours. We hoped Miami would have its act together. Continue reading
The walls around IB's Orphanage post-EQ
The 10 days between when I was evacuated from Haiti until the day Island Boy came home to us, were the worst days of our lives. I can tell you that on January 22 The Major told me that CNN was reporting that orphanages were being looted by armed bandits looking for food and water. They named IB’s orphanage as one that was targeted. Continue reading
I feel as though I have lived a year’s worth of news this week. Each moment of reflection that I get (in the car, lying in bed at night, etc.), I attempt to fit this week’s events into a bigger picture.
On January 8, 2011, a lone gunman attempted to assassinate a Member of Congress. In so doing, he critically wounded her, and killed six — a federal judge and five other good people. The gunman wounded more than a dozen others. This mass shooting took place during a “Congress on the Corner” event. Thus, all of these people were active participants in democracy.
January 12 marked the one year anniversary of the beginning of the earthquakes. Those of you who experienced them know that a series of quakes struck Haiti last year. They call them aftershocks only because these events follow a big seismic activity. However, shocks of 4.5, 5.0 and greater (as Haiti experienced following the 7.0 seism) are earthquakes, friends.
In my heart, I feel that Haiti is another of Jared Loughner’s victims. Continue reading