Faster. GO. FASTER.
May. 14th, 2008 01:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgFrantic. Too much bread, not enough butter - and there's more bread coming out of the oven in a few minutes. The spray-on PAM only goes so far.
Shit. This is where I grew up, folks. You didn't go onto tribal lands, back when I was a kid. Period. It was understood that if you trespassed, they could shoot you and nobody would look surprised, and they would think you were a dumb-butt. Then bury you. You didn't trespass on tribal lands. Repeat.
I thought there had been improvement. Riiiiight.
From the FL:
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mdlbear gives a lesson in 'getting over it.' Hint: stop listening to them, and listen to your own heart. Grieving is a personal business - don't sweat the external dialog - the internal one is the one that counts.
cadhla has joined the ranks of the newly published, and with REALLY GOOD REASON. I can't wait. Not too many people more deserving, you want my honest opinion.
I'm finding more adoptees on Wordpress...which, I'm certain, is giving them some truly mixed feelings. If you're coming over for a quick look-see - *WAVES MADLY* - I don't bite. Well, not much. Well, not enough to draw blood. Often. Yeah. Right.
Thanks for being there for me. I'd like to say I'm not one of THOSE prospective adoptive parents, because that's pretty ballsy for me to throw out there.
But I wish I could show you my house, with all the food labeled in Japanese and Chinese that I can't completely read - and I adore. The silk paintings on the walls, the incense burners, the ceramics...all of which are beloved by me, were here long before the idea of adopting internationally ever entered the picture. I wish you could see my coworkers and friends. My neighborhood. My iTunes library.
I'm usually the only blond head and blue eyes in view. Except for my fella, and he looked like an email address when I met him.( (What does he look like now?unclejimbo.)
We already have a line on Chinese school on Saturdays for the kids. They'll have other Asian kids to play with - and kids that look like us.
We know. Keep talking. We're listening. (And while I'm slowly learning the language, I'm realistic about it too. 8,000 characters for literacy is something I may not see in my lifetime. We'll see. Something as tonal as Chinese might not ever work for us. Maybe.)
...and maybe I know something about the loss of first parents. I lost my father before I was seven years old, after all. In all the years after that, nobody else took that spot. I had a fabulous older brother who grew up and left me too. You deal.
When late husband passed in 1998, it almost like seasons turning. I went into a relationship with a type I diabetic, I knew the job was dangerous when I took it.
And now I'm adopting. I'll be blunt. I CAN'T WAIT. But I do. Some days, I really really don't do it well. And hate it with pointy stabby hate. But I can wait, and I do.
Shit. This is where I grew up, folks. You didn't go onto tribal lands, back when I was a kid. Period. It was understood that if you trespassed, they could shoot you and nobody would look surprised, and they would think you were a dumb-butt. Then bury you. You didn't trespass on tribal lands. Repeat.
I thought there had been improvement. Riiiiight.
From the FL:
mdlbear gives a lesson in 'getting over it.' Hint: stop listening to them, and listen to your own heart. Grieving is a personal business - don't sweat the external dialog - the internal one is the one that counts.cadhla has joined the ranks of the newly published, and with REALLY GOOD REASON. I can't wait. Not too many people more deserving, you want my honest opinion.I'm finding more adoptees on Wordpress...which, I'm certain, is giving them some truly mixed feelings. If you're coming over for a quick look-see - *WAVES MADLY* - I don't bite. Well, not much. Well, not enough to draw blood. Often. Yeah. Right.
Thanks for being there for me. I'd like to say I'm not one of THOSE prospective adoptive parents, because that's pretty ballsy for me to throw out there.
But I wish I could show you my house, with all the food labeled in Japanese and Chinese that I can't completely read - and I adore. The silk paintings on the walls, the incense burners, the ceramics...all of which are beloved by me, were here long before the idea of adopting internationally ever entered the picture. I wish you could see my coworkers and friends. My neighborhood. My iTunes library.
I'm usually the only blond head and blue eyes in view. Except for my fella, and he looked like an email address when I met him.( (What does he look like now?
unclejimbo.)We already have a line on Chinese school on Saturdays for the kids. They'll have other Asian kids to play with - and kids that look like us.
We know. Keep talking. We're listening. (And while I'm slowly learning the language, I'm realistic about it too. 8,000 characters for literacy is something I may not see in my lifetime. We'll see. Something as tonal as Chinese might not ever work for us. Maybe.)
...and maybe I know something about the loss of first parents. I lost my father before I was seven years old, after all. In all the years after that, nobody else took that spot. I had a fabulous older brother who grew up and left me too. You deal.
When late husband passed in 1998, it almost like seasons turning. I went into a relationship with a type I diabetic, I knew the job was dangerous when I took it.
And now I'm adopting. I'll be blunt. I CAN'T WAIT. But I do. Some days, I really really don't do it well. And hate it with pointy stabby hate. But I can wait, and I do.
