First, I feel I would be remiss if I did not acknowledge my visitor from Malta. Yes, I hopped the pond quite a while ago, according to my nifty swifty visitor map, but Malta. Wow. Something about that makes me feel special. I don’t know why, but it just sounds exotic and, maybe, mysterious? I picture some darkly handsome man, sitting in an internet cafe, smoking a cigarette whilst reading my blog and pining for for the unknown author-woman who has such wit, such sparkle, such . . . such . . . such . . . je ne sais quoi?
Of course, I would have to remind Mr. Darkly Handsome internet cafe man that I am happily married. Then I’d have to tell him that smoking is a total turn off. I dated a smoker in high school. Though I’ve never actually licked the inside of a used ash tray, I believe I know what it would taste like.
Anyway, my visitor from Malta is probably a woman. Solidarity sister! Thanks for reading.
As the holiday season is now
being thrust upon us, I would refer you to this blog post. I am not a grinch. I love the holidays. But there is another side to it all, and that post sums it up nicely. And, hey, now you can tell everybody you got a referral today. Not THE referral, but A referral (to the blog post, duh).
Today is literature club day. I was supposed to read The Bacchae and Phaedo. Silly me. I read The Bacchae and Prometheus Bound. What the heck. Think I can have Phaedo finished by 3 p.m.? Me neither. It’s short, but it’s also Plato, and I have four kids.
As I was putting dishes away this morning I saw the glass bottles I bought for Quinn just sitting in the cupboard. It was one of those take-your-breath-away moments. I just really want him home. I want him to be real to me, not just a couple of pictures of a beautiful, sleeping baby. I want our family to be together for Christmas. Heck, Thanksgiving would be nice, too, but I’ll be happy with Christmas.
This reminds me: I believe our agency is trying to find homes for two boys from Vietnam who are around 10 years old. I don’t have any other details. If a 10-year-old boy or two is who you are hoping to add to your family, you can email me and I’ll give you the agency information. I wish we could be their family. I wish we could take care of every child who needs a family. But we can’t.
Speaking of emailing me: the gender selection survey. Do you want to know how uninterested you all seem to be in finding some answers about why girls are are preferred over boys in adoption? I’ll tell you: 12 emails. Yep. So far I’ve gotten 12 email responses and half dozen or so blog comment responses. Does this mean the adoption community would rather snip and claw at each other about this subject rather than attempt to begin finding answers? Or does it mean I’ve just done a bad job of publicizing it? Probably the latter. I’ve thought about publicizing it on the Yahoo! groups, but since I’m signed up there with my primary email account and my real name and all, I’d rather not. Now if one of you would like to do it . . . . Anyway, if responses don’t start picking up by next weekend, I’m just going to scrap it. But thanks to all who have responded. In the meantime, here are the questions again:
1. Did you request a specific gender in your adoption? (If no, you’re done — thanks for your time).
2. Which gender did you select?
3. Why did you decide to request the gender you selected? (if more than one reason, please list them in descending order of importance, with the first being the most important or influential reason for your decision).
4. Why did you decide to exclude the other gender as a possibility? (again, if more than one answer, list them in descending order).
Just cut and paste and answer them in the comments section or an email (top left column). Remember, honesty and brevity are key.
Thank you to the Windows Live gods who have apparently been making more improvements around here the past couple of days. I mean, I still can’t password protect individual posts, and I don’t know if it’s any easier for people to leave comments, but I do know something called SkyDrive has been added and my Thinking Blogger award disappeared. But, no worries, I’ll just give you guys and gals a few days to finish up what you’re doing and then I’ll put it back.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.