Friday, October 28, 2011

The weekend Emily came home from China - because I was either on an adrenalin high or jet lag low - other people fed us. We arrived on local terra firma on Thurs. evening (meals provided), but on Sat. night a good buddy, Linda, invited us over to her house for dinner. It was Marlene, Donna, Emily, Christy, and me for the big hurrah.

Okay. So yesterday I'm talking to Marlene -- 'Distributor of All Things Fun' for Miss Em.
She says: You know what Linda got in her trick or treat bag when she was a little girl?
Me: Uh...no. You mean way back when Eisenhower was president? Ain't got a clue.
Marlene: Well somebody gave her something wrapped in aluminum foil. When she got home she showed it to her mom.
Me: ...and?
Marlene: It was a fish stick.
Me (ROFL): What!? A fish stick??
Marlene
: Yep. Somebody in the neighborhood ran out of candy and gave her part of their supper. Linda was so excited.
Me(still ROFL): Her mom let her eat it?
Marlene: Yep. They didn't have to worry about razor blades in stuff back then.
Me (ROFL even more): Oh. Right. Communism was the ONLY concern.
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Speaking of Communism (What a transition!)...Emily had the distinct, and I mean DIStinct, honor of being invited over to one of our friends' homes to visit their basement. I had spoken with the grand dame of the house and told her how much we'd adore coming over to get our own first hand peek.

Yes. I call that an educational field trip - going to see a basement. Folks around here don't have basements per se, but I recalled that some old time church friends DO have one, AND it was built in 1963 to serve as a bomb shelter.
Think Cold War.
Think Kennedy.
Think Cuban Missle Crisis.
Oh my stars. It was the MOST fun. We went down a very narrow metal, winding staircase into a fortified room. There was EVEN an escape hatch door and another door with a steel panel barricading it. (shelving for food, potty, and running water/sink)

History 101 right where we stood. Did Emily grasp the historical significance of it all. Naw, but she did get to experience the 'basement' (to understand what one is)...and all the Cuban Missile Crisis connections were just geeky adds ons that made it all soooooooo fun (for me...at least).

They even had a frig...but not one fish stick was inside!

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

I'm No Facebook-er....but Rescue Robin is and Needs Your Vote - pleez!

From Robin: "We sent an email out recently asking for everyone who is on Facebook to vote for us in a contest on Facebook. We quickly moved into first place thanks to all of you! For the past few days our lead has been narrowing. Just in case you are not aware, you can vote once DAILY. The contest ends November 9th. PLEASE vote for us every day and PLEASE ask your friends to vote.

The link to this contest: http://www.facebook.com/ParksChevroletCharlotte?sk=app_167828376637089

It is easy...just Like the page, click on Vote For Contest, and vote for Yorkie Haven Rescue. We can win $500 and one of our donors has offered to match this donation...so your votes can help YHR win $1,000!! IT ONLY TAKES A MINUTE OF YOUR TIME Thank you so much for your continued support. Without you we could not save these precious yorkies in need."

Thursday, October 13, 2011

China Revisited - The Lost Photos (not really lost)

Tough Pic to See Again...

Emily on plane,
boarded,
and flying out of China...
the only home she'd ever known.
Here she is with me (a stranger)
on an international flight
of magnanimous proportions.

She is grieving in the rawest form possible. My heart aches for her as I look at this.
Tears trailing.
Nostrils flared - gasping for air.
Mouth downturned - clinched tightly.
The look in her eyes....well...no words.

At the time, I was all about surviving the next 36+ hours of flying, changing flights, getting on planes, getting off planes, continuously being checked by airline and gov't officials (in China, Japan, & United States) as to the legality of having this obviously upset little Chinese child with me and my Caucasian/American self.

Have no doubt about this: I had to produce paperwork & explanations at every juncture -- sometimes using a translator.

Somewhere in betwixt and between all of that, I had to maintain a sense of sanity and attend to my newly adopted daughter.

Those were amazing days.
Challenging.
Rewarding.
Soooooo worth it.
So worth it.
First Time on Plane...Settled Down (still not happy as you can see)

First Tooth Lost on Plane

First Time in Car Seat (at airport...looks like one of the paparazzi pics of a famous celeb)




First Peek in Closet





First Weekend Home....and the Smiles Begin to Settle In

LOOKING FOR YOUR FACE

"From the beginning of my life
I have been looking for your face
but today I have seen it.
Today I have seen
the charm, the beauty,
the unfathomable grace
of the face
that I was looking for."

J. Rumi (poet)

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

My Grandmother Would Sing This Little Song to Me

"Come said the wind to the leaves one day, Come o're the meadows and we
will play. Put on your dresses scarlet and gold, For summer is gone and the days grow cold."

Author: A Children's Song of the 1880's

Monday, October 10, 2011

In China NOW....Adopting Two Little Fellas from Two Different Provinces

These are some IA Buddies.
http://themoodyblogger.com/

Translated: Other folks who are/have already adopted internationally....thus the IA = Int'l Adoption.

They're standing in front of the Olympic "Nest" - stadium...from the 2008 games.

Pray for this precious family as they proceed to change the lives of two precious little boys -- and their family and THE WORLD as it is presently known.

Blessings to you, Moody Family.
Blessings!!

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Cultural School Folks and Friends - Em with her Orange Plate





Em Scarf Dancing - Asian Fly Girls




Cultural School FUN...Emily in White Shorts....

and the SAME pink, dainty butterfly shirt she's been wearing for 2 1/2 years. Mercy me.
She's prissy like that...unlike my black on black sense of stylish mystique. As Teresa's husband says about her way of dressing, "Looks like you're wearing early lumberjack fashion."

Target. $14.99. You, too, can achieve my look.
(groan....)

Seems Emily & I have some friends who are prissy that way, too. One of my animal rescue buddies, Robin, is head of an organization. One of their fundraisers is they sell dog "belly bands". Now...not leaving much to your imagination...belly bands are handmade strips of cutsey patterned cloth that go around one's doggie's belly and seal with velcro -- to cover up the very underspot where the dog's, uh..., the male dog's uh....little tinkler is. Now, Robin cuts half a mini pad and places it between the belly band and the male dog's tinkler. In the event the little rascal is tempted to mark his territory, the band tends to thwart that action. At the very least it does catch the urine and keeps it in check.

Well, this prissy miss bunch of rescue chicks actually MONOGRAM these belly bands. Good ole Chase and Peanut have their NAMES monogrammed on theirs. Only in the south would the time honored tradition of monogramming EVERYthing made of cloth and the action of pet training be meshed together.


I tend to redneck it up a bit. Instead of wasting money on mini-pads, I stopped using those and just started using one of Emily's old socks. I slip it in there and read the Riot Act to the pups -- of when and where they are allowed to tinkle. AND it's not on my box of 1950's Christmas ornaments sitting under the table with 2 inches of dust on it. Perish the thought.


Emily, not knowing what a mini-pad is or what its actual intention for use is asked me, "Did you put Chase's 'knee pad' on him?" I just chuckled.


She gets words and phrases jumbled (at times). Last time I checked she was still saying she'd like "wash mellows" in her hot chocolate & one of the kids at school had the "chicken pops". I love it.


These are our days. Fall has arrived. Hints of crispness in the air.


Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. ~Albert Camus