Saturday, March 28, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Thanks for sticking with me and reading, Rosie.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Who is this cutie? This would be Jadyn, my young old friend's adopted daughter from China. We had the opportunity to spend a little time together Sunday afternoon and it was delightful. This is one smart and charming three year old and for a split second my ovaries ached.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Top O' the evenin' to ya then! And Remember: "There are only three kind of men who can't understand women - young men, old men, and men of middle age."
Monday, March 16, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
You can see McCoy on the bottom of each piece but it is particularly pretty on the teapot.
Holly Hobbies! Everyone that had a Holly Hobbie figurine in the 1970's please raise your hand. These were given to me by my much older brother's girlfriend. Say what you will about Holly Hobbie, but the artwork on these are beautiful and well, I personally love them.
And then there is vintage little old me. Here I am adorned for the 1976 Annual 5th Grade Beauty Pageant. All girls were required to participate. My mother made my dress. The cape and cumberbun were attached. The picture has faded over the years so the little bluebird print fabric does not show very well. Because my school was celebrating our country's bicentennial, all the girls had to represent a state. We sang "Fifty-Nifty United States" and shouted out our state. I was North and South Dakota. Miss Skinny Butt Jackie won. I was so devastated I never participated in another pageant again even though I was begged several times. That was a joke folks! No one has ever begged be to be IN a beauty pageant.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
A “d word” visit is the worst possible type of torture invented unto man. Flatten my breast for a mammogram or insert a cold steel spectrum any day of the week but please, do not place me in a chair, turn me upside and force me to unhinge my jaw bones to scrape my teeth with tiny sharp stainless steel tools or worse yet, drill holes in my teeth with a Black and Decker mini drill.
Dr. Q was my “d word” many years ago. He now lives in “d word” hell where there is much gnashing of teeth. I am sure he is happy. He was known through Southwest Virginia and Northeast Tennessee as an evil man who took great pleasure in administering pain to good people. Anyone who was unfortunate enough to visit his medieval chambers was purposely greeted with a sly grin and laugh, strapped to a reclining chair, draped with a chain and drool cloth, strategically placed under a drill arm within easy site of the tool tray, then left to wait thirty minutes to anticipate all the fun only to endure being straddled by a 6’ 7” giant who strained his neck muscles by seeing how much pressure he could apply (all said without taking a breath).
I still have nightmares about going to the “d word.” Seriously! At least once a month since I was a child I wake up in a cold sweat having dreamed my teeth are loose and falling out and have to make a trip to the “d word.” Even in my dreams I am reassuring myself it is just a dream and for love of all that is holy, “Wake Up!” All this has caused me to become obsessive compulsive regarding my teeth. Truly, I brush my teeth at least four times per day, sometimes five just for reassurance. I carry a toothbrush, toothpaste and dental floss everywhere I go. I take the mantra “brush and floss after every meal” literally. People stop me in public and ask me about my teeth so they can see the panic on my face just for grins.
What does all this mean to my children? Well first, they hear the phrase “brush your teeth” about ten times per day. Sometimes, when I cannot think of anything else to say, I say “brush your teeth” just in case. Despite my affliction, I have managed to get my kids to the “d word” on a regular basis. I searched the world over until I found a sweet Mr. Rogers type “d word”. One who speaks softly, has soft hands and keeps his tools hidden until the last minute so as not to ignite fear into the hearts of my sons. Moreover, do you know my nasty, rotten children have never had one cavity. Not one! They have never gone under the drill! How unfair is that?
I am convinced that Dr. Q faked my cavities for kicks and money. My much older brother says the same thing so that makes it a fact. We have had many in depth conversations about this area of our childhood and credit Dr. Q with most of our psychotic spells. Oh, I know what you are thinking. Find a “d word” that puts you to sleep while doing procedures. Hear me laughing hysterically and saying, “I DON’T THINK SO!" I have seen that Seinfeld episode thank you very much.
Thanks for reading, Rosie.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
God directed you to China to adopt. What did you do next? Make me knowledgeable.
If you feel led to adopt internationally, you must be willing to do your homework. There are decisions to be made that should not be attempted until you do your research. I love researching what is “out there” and this task provided me with hours of “fun”!
What did you research first?
Choosing an adoption agency should be your first priority. Here are some factors to consider when looking for an agency:
Do they have an international or domestic program?
Do I want to work with a local agency, or am I willing to work with an
Do they sponsor a country from where I would consider adoption?
Are they reputable?
What are others saying about that agency?
Request an information packet from that agency.
Are their clients happy with the services they provide?
Are their fees comparable to other agencies?
How long have they been in business?
How old is the specific program in which you are interested?
How many children are successfully adopted through their program?
Research, research, research is the name of the game. The best information that you can possibly get is from others who have adopted through that agency. If you do not know anyone, ask the agency for some references. Of course, expect to receive only the most positive people with agency references. I narrowed down my top three agencies and requested information from each agency. It is a laboring process to choose an agency and many people choose too quickly with later regrets. Do not make that choice without filling yourself with information and knowledge.
An agency has been chosen. Now what do I do, young old friend?
After you reach a decision about an agency, the fun really begins! International adoption is about paperwork! Lots and lots of paperwork! Honestly, the paperwork can be extremely overwhelming. It seems endless at times. One thing that may surprise you about adoption is how your life suddenly becomes an open book to your agency. This is their job; but wow, it can seem intrusive. You must lay your life uncensored on the table. You will be fingerprinted for FBI clearance in some cases, you must disclose any background information that you feel may surface, no matter how minor. You must give your agency information about your health, including weight! YIKES! And your finances are not protected either. You must disclose savings, checking, retirement accounts, investments, net worth, debt, and the list goes on. Your life suddenly becomes public to your social worker and your agency. Your social worker is charged with the responsibility of making sure you are able to support and raise this child appropriately. They are required to submit a home study conducted in a series of three interviews and one home visit. They will interview other members of your family and check to see you have adequate space to add another child to your household. Their recommendation is what you will need to say whether you can adopt. While your social worker is working to complete your home study, you will be working on other documents that will be used to complete your file. Some of these include: medical forms for each member of the family, certified copies of birth certificates, marriage/divorce certificates, letters from employers verifying income, income tax return copies, immigration forms, shot records for pets, police clearance letters, FBI clearance (in some cases), USCIS clearance (in all cases) and that is just a few. See what I mean by overwhelming at times?
I found that if you break the paperwork down into groups, it makes it much more manageable and you do not feel you are standing at the base of a mountain wondering if you will ever get to the top. Your social worker will be there to hold your hand every step of the way. You will find that your social worker will be a huge blessing to your life and to the process. The social worker will become your closest contact, your best friend, be a wealth of information, and aid you in bringing your child home.
The wonderful day will eventually arrive when you have everything you need for your file to be complete. You or your agency will submit your paperwork to the proper authorities and it will finally be out of your hands and on its way to wherever it is supposed to be! This is when the wait really begins. The wait times vary from program to program, be sure to consider this factor when you are deciding from where to adopt.
The wait is the hardest part of the whole process – much harder, you will find, than the mountain of paperwork!
Once you are matched with a child, who is called a referral, you will find yourself in the home stretch. It is a HUGE relief to be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Soon after that time, you will travel to bring your child home. Oh what a feeling that will be. The sweetest feeling imaginable! And suddenly, you find that all the paperwork, stress, tears, laughter, waiting, emotional roller coaster rides, and general nervousness will all disappear in a matter of seconds when your sweet child is placed in your arms. What a day of rejoicing that will be!
To be continued………………………………
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Beas's Blabber site inspired me to photograph my set of 1940 spice jars. These were also given to me from my Aunt Audrey's estate. They always set in her Hoosier cabinet and whenever I went to her house, I would admire them. They still have their original lead lids and a few of them still have the label on the back. I love them!
I need to do a Google search on the Dove Brand Spices and see what information I can find regarding these babies. The label also says the Frank Tea & Spice Co. Does anyone know anything about them?
And then there is this enamel pot. I had never seen an enamel pot with red/white checked border. This unique item caught my eye in an old antique store (barn really) in Sevier County, Tennessee. It was a "must have" purchase since my kitchen is red/white themed. After I purchased it, the store clerk told me her son had bought it at an estate auction in California. I choose to believe this once resided in Cary Grant's kitchen. A woman can dream can't she?
Thanks for looking and I hope you enjoy visiting me as much as I enjoy visiting you.
Thanks for reading, Rosie.
Hold Me, Daddy!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Okay, stop crying! Now is the time for the fun part of blogging! Giveaway!
I used my sophisticated random generator to create a list and assign numbers. Notebook paper and ink pen. You work with what you have folks!
Numbers were placed in Oscar's doggie bowl which I then placed on my bed for whatever reason. Do you like my comforter by the way?
On command, Oscar drew two random numbers.
My walls are not lime green, they just look like in these photos.
That trick was nothing folks --- really!
Oh goodness that is shocking green! I promise it does not really look like that!
Also, pardon my atrocious handwriting. That is why I type most everything.
Lucky #13 for the faux pearl necklace matched.........Lady Jane's Emporium!
Lucky #6 for the apron matched.......Snow White!
Congratulations ladies! An e-mail is coming your way!
Thanks for praying, playing and reading, Rosie.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
My sister-in-love, Young, will be flying to her native home Seoul, Korea, this week for a month long visit with her family. She has not been "home" in ten years. We are excited for her. My much older brother will not be traveling at this time for he is not comfortable leaving the States with our Dad sick. My sis is a great help to me and my family and will be sorely missed during her sabbatical. If it crosses your mind, please pray for her safety as she travels.
Big C went on a blind date last week. He spent seven hours with a young lady he had never met. This is completely out of character for my quiet, reflective son. He had heard only wonderful things about this young lady and was told they had much in common. They did speak by phone a few days prior to the date and talked for a marathon 1 hour and 17 minutes. The sum of Big I's phone conversation minutes in his 19 years on the planet add up to slightly over 15 minutes. We marked this historical event on the calendar in red and feel it should become a national holiday. Anyway, at one point during the "date", I demanded that MDH call and check to see if they had eloped. That was the only scenario besides death that I could put together for his absence with this young woman. What little information I can pull from Big C is all went well and they plan to get together again. The good news is that the guy who set them up is MDH's cousin and he works with her mother. I should hear much more information tomorrow evening through the grapevine. I'll keep you posted. He is doing well with his college classes, by the way, and especially likes his cool Speech teacher. While Prob and Stats is not a problem for him, Intro to Theatre is giving him a little trouble. It is a subjective class and Big C is more of a literal thinker. English II and History II are "no big deal."
At twelve years old, Big I is now two inches taller than Big C. Big C says he is learning to accept reality. Big I is now playing rhythm guitar for his youth group's praise band. This from a little boy who would not sing "Jesus Loves Me" for a crowd bigger than Mom, Dad and Brother. Not that he is shy in any way, shape or form, he just was never a "performer". Until recently. He is so comfortable behind a guitar that it becomes part of him. When you watch him it is as though he was born knowing how to play. His instructor has told us that the only thing that will hold Big I back, is Big I. He has the knowledge and ability to do anything he wants on the guitar. Who knew? My Dad is thrilled! Not only that, he has inspired my much older brother to take bass guitar lessons. Again, my Dad is thrilled!
We are slowly trudging through school. The stretch between Christmas break and spring break is brutal. Gloomy winter days dampen our motivation for learning; however, we are diligently plowing through Spelling, Language, Creative Writing and Math. Science and History has been put aside for a bit; although, in Language we are going through the steps of writing a research paper on Pearl Harbor. I know that is a hard concept for traditional schoolers to understand being that the government pounds into the brains of this nation's parents their idea of a great education curriculum. And who am I, the little peon that I am, to argue. Don't even get me started! But just let me say that when this nation's kids can graduate from high-school with a reading comprehension beyond 6th grade, can perform basic math applications without using a calculator and can look me in the eye and carry on a conversation without saying, "wadyasaydude" then come talk to me. When they can spell the words antemeridian and antediluvian, know their definition and use them in context for daily conversation, then I might let the idea of government education drift swiftly through my mind. Until then, do not tell me homeschooling is bad. Big I is twelve years old and does have, what I call the pre-teen idiot factor, in that he watches Sponge Bob and repeats of Drake and Josh, listens to his iPod and knows how to text message, so he is "normal" by society standards. Plus, he has a twisted sense of humor just like his dear mother. I would smack him sometimes if I could quit laughing long enough.
I have not been sewing lately which bothers me. I have some gorgeous prints and some sweet bead trim I am itching to put together. It is on my "to do list" and I will eventually get to it so stay tuned.
Oakie, doakie then! There you have an update in my rockin' little world. By the way, just in case you do not have your speakers on, I have some great music linked to this site. My music taste are eclectic so you never know to what I might be listening.
Thanks for reading, Rosie.