I have now seen more online video presentations than I ever cared to. Tip to some of you CMS/LMS vendors out there... If you go to the trouble of creating a video, at least create one with words! Come on - if I wanted to read, I would have downloaded your white paper from the home page. :)
One good thing has come out of this search, my co-worker Bill and I are talking about cool ways to educate people. He has some great tips in this post.
So, I'm saddened by the lack of what I need in the marketplace. I really want a combination LMS/CMS.
The closest I have found so far is RWD uPerform. This is a very interesting product. I'll let you watch their demo and comment on it. I'm keeping my eye on it though.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
The Hunt for Content Management
Something's been keeping me up at night... It's horrible, terrifying really. I have content.
I guess this is not surprising considering that I am a writer. I write all kinds of documentation for the user community for a web-based product called Fellowship One. This blog entry is not so much about the unique challenges I face writing for a non-technical audience, so I'll skip that for another time.
What's scary is the amount and variety of documentation I have created in 4.5 years. I have online help, PDF documents, 300+ knowledge base answers, training handouts, case studies, white papers, preview guides, and on and on. It's pretty much never ending.
Content is not my problem, which is great to say when you're a one-woman show. What has become a very pressing problem is managing all this content. I'm pressed to even tell you where everything is anymore - I have to search. Just like my users do.
Sigh... So I've finally admitted defeat and am on the hunt for a combination content/learning management system. I am defeated because RFIs, trial accounts, and endless "why do you want to spend our money again?" meetings loom in my future. All to a good end but tedious nonetheless.
Anyone out there had a good experience with a CMS/LMS combo? I would appreciate your feedback as I start my search.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Live Writer
I'm a terrible blogger. I don't know why I expected to be good at it. I never kept a diary successfully so what made me think I'd be able to post to a blog more often.
I think part of the problem is that when I started the blog you had to visit the site to post. Since then, there have been some cool additions. For one thing, I could email my post to my blog. That's better.
Now I found something even better - Windows Live Writer. In my day job, I have to use Windows Live Messenger to communicate with my co-workers. This add on is really cool. Since I'm already in the messenger, it's just a fast click away and I can see my blog as if I'm logged into Blogger. Way cool!
Maybe the new tool will get me blogging more! Let's hope.
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Friday, July 06, 2007
Personal DNA
Just took an interesting personality quiz that resulted in a personal DNA map. Interestingly, it was pretty accurate - at least to the view I have of myself. The results are that I am a benevolent experiencer. I do love to experience things myself.
I am experiencing the blues right now - my co-worker is playing Lyle Lovett behind me and his bluesy twang is filling our office.
We're also experiencing rain! It seems it will be either feast or famine here in Texas. After two years of terrible drought we are now deluged. Places are flooding that haven't flooded in more than 100 years. The only upside is that we have unseasonably cool weather. The high today is supposed to be 84, which is unheard of for July in Texas.
As for benevolence, I guess I am benevolent for the most part - though that sounds a little high handed to me (like I'm in the position to offer benevolence to another person). I typically love people though and believe that most people have the best of intentions.
Anyway, check it out if you have a moment, it's interesting and has me quite introspective this morning.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Christmas gift 3 of 3
I know you've been waiting with baited breath for my final Christmas post. I received this present this year. I had no idea what I would receive from my grandmother. Most Christmases, she picks a clothing item or makes us a ceramic figurine. I confess this is what I was expecting this year. I was in no great hurry to pick it up from my mother's house, so waited until just after Christmas.
What was in the package was such a lovely surprise that it still makes me happy thinking about it. A whole month has passed and the glow of pleasure has not faded. My grandmother has always told stories about her life growing up. In the early 80's she began writing these stories down and sending them to us occasionally. Of course, as a youngster, these were novelties, but were not the treasures they are today.
As an adult, the fascination with my history has grown. As has the appreciation for those who have come before me. My life is tough. Granted, there are many things today that make life much easier than it was; however, there are also more things to steal time. I often think about my grandmother who raised children without the benefit of disposable diapers and formula in a can. I don't think I could have done it.
So, much to my surprise, this year my grandmother gave me the gift of her stories and her life. She and my aunt conspired together to create the most wonderful book of stories I have ever read. It's a personal blog written the old school way, typed and printed with pictures and insights into my grandmother's mind and heart.
I called her and my aunt and I'm sure I gushed. But I thanked them profusely for such a touching, lovely treasure. I will keep it always and take it out to show my Grace and any other kids that happen to bless our home. They will know how special my grandmother was and how much she cared about us to share her life in such a special way.
What was in the package was such a lovely surprise that it still makes me happy thinking about it. A whole month has passed and the glow of pleasure has not faded. My grandmother has always told stories about her life growing up. In the early 80's she began writing these stories down and sending them to us occasionally. Of course, as a youngster, these were novelties, but were not the treasures they are today.
As an adult, the fascination with my history has grown. As has the appreciation for those who have come before me. My life is tough. Granted, there are many things today that make life much easier than it was; however, there are also more things to steal time. I often think about my grandmother who raised children without the benefit of disposable diapers and formula in a can. I don't think I could have done it.
So, much to my surprise, this year my grandmother gave me the gift of her stories and her life. She and my aunt conspired together to create the most wonderful book of stories I have ever read. It's a personal blog written the old school way, typed and printed with pictures and insights into my grandmother's mind and heart.
I called her and my aunt and I'm sure I gushed. But I thanked them profusely for such a touching, lovely treasure. I will keep it always and take it out to show my Grace and any other kids that happen to bless our home. They will know how special my grandmother was and how much she cared about us to share her life in such a special way.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Christmas Gift 2 of 3
My second favorite Christmas gift came this year. On December 13th, Department of Family Services proved up in court. "Proved up" was new terminology for me; in a nutshell it means that the Child Protective Services agent did all she could to contact our foster daughter's parents and extended family. All attempts to reach them ultimately failed.
In court, CPS presented its paperwork and the judge agreed that all parental and family rights should be terminated. We are now waiting out the 30 day appeal period. So, if you've been reading this blog and keeping up with our adoption story, you'll be happy to know we have 10 days left before we can find an attorney and adopt our baby.
So, my second favorite gift is Grace. Perfect, beautiful, gift from God Grace. The gift of knowing she will be mine soon is priceless. Nothing anyone could ever buy me will compare.
In court, CPS presented its paperwork and the judge agreed that all parental and family rights should be terminated. We are now waiting out the 30 day appeal period. So, if you've been reading this blog and keeping up with our adoption story, you'll be happy to know we have 10 days left before we can find an attorney and adopt our baby.
So, my second favorite gift is Grace. Perfect, beautiful, gift from God Grace. The gift of knowing she will be mine soon is priceless. Nothing anyone could ever buy me will compare.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Best Christmas Gift 1 of 3
The very best of the best, hmm... I have had several very memorable Christmas presents, but three particularly stand out to me. Interestingly, two of the three could not be purchased in a store. So maybe it was all about the bling and the commercialism when I was younger (I can remember really loving Atari and the Barbie Dreamhouse in particular), but these days it seems to be all about the heart.
Christmas gift 1: A keyboard
I have been a music lover all of my life. I love to sing though I have no real voice for it. I love to dance and I love all kinds of music. I played the violin for about 7 years growing up and remember that I hated to practice but oh Lord, I loved to play in a concert. Nothing much compares to that rush of adrenaline you get sitting on the stage waiting for the conductor to tap his baton.
I loved to play, but I was not disciplined enough to keep it up. Once the formal education was over, so was the violin. I pick it up on occasion, but really just to goof and to see if I can still play Handel's Messiah.
So, Christmas 2000 comes. It was my second year of marriage to my husband, who is my polar opposite - ask anyone. I caught myself wondering why we had married a few times in those first two years. I was no suzy homemaker and low and behold his love language was "Acts of Service" ; it's a wonder we made it though. :)
One thing that I have always found endearing about him is his absolute excitement during the Christmas holidays. 2000 was no exception. He was like a kid, so excited about the gift he had bought me. In fact, he could not wait until Christmas to give it to me. He nagged and bugged me until I agreed to open the gift.
You could have pushed me over with a feather - my shock was that huge. My husband, who I believed did not know me at all ended up knowing me better than I knew myself. He had purchased me a nice Yamaha keyboard. I did not even know I wanted a piano, but much to my surprise I jumped up and down like a 10 year-old who just received Playstation 3. I cried and I could not stop thanking him.
Once again, I am in awe of God. He gave me the perfect gift in 2000. A husband who knows me down to the tiny hopes and dreams in the still small space of my soul. Rest assured I never doubt why I married him these days. He is the perfect complement to me in so many ways. What we lack in ourselves is beautifully complemented by the other. So, thank you honey for the keyboard and thank you God for my husband.
Christmas gift 1: A keyboard
I have been a music lover all of my life. I love to sing though I have no real voice for it. I love to dance and I love all kinds of music. I played the violin for about 7 years growing up and remember that I hated to practice but oh Lord, I loved to play in a concert. Nothing much compares to that rush of adrenaline you get sitting on the stage waiting for the conductor to tap his baton.
I loved to play, but I was not disciplined enough to keep it up. Once the formal education was over, so was the violin. I pick it up on occasion, but really just to goof and to see if I can still play Handel's Messiah.
So, Christmas 2000 comes. It was my second year of marriage to my husband, who is my polar opposite - ask anyone. I caught myself wondering why we had married a few times in those first two years. I was no suzy homemaker and low and behold his love language was "Acts of Service" ; it's a wonder we made it though. :)
One thing that I have always found endearing about him is his absolute excitement during the Christmas holidays. 2000 was no exception. He was like a kid, so excited about the gift he had bought me. In fact, he could not wait until Christmas to give it to me. He nagged and bugged me until I agreed to open the gift.
You could have pushed me over with a feather - my shock was that huge. My husband, who I believed did not know me at all ended up knowing me better than I knew myself. He had purchased me a nice Yamaha keyboard. I did not even know I wanted a piano, but much to my surprise I jumped up and down like a 10 year-old who just received Playstation 3. I cried and I could not stop thanking him.
Once again, I am in awe of God. He gave me the perfect gift in 2000. A husband who knows me down to the tiny hopes and dreams in the still small space of my soul. Rest assured I never doubt why I married him these days. He is the perfect complement to me in so many ways. What we lack in ourselves is beautifully complemented by the other. So, thank you honey for the keyboard and thank you God for my husband.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Performance car envy
This morning on my way down the North Dallas Tollway I began to change lanes when in my side mirror I caught the blur of something flying. The silver streak caught the morning sunlight as it zoomed toward me in the center lane.
In sheer appreciation, I watched as what I now understood to be a late model Mercedes C230 zoomed toward me. I paused to watch as it caught up to me and thought it would be slowed down by the traffic that was hampering my own progress. Not so! In moves that are generally acommpanied by disclamer statements such as "stunt driver on a closed course. do not attempt", the sweet ride flowed to the right and left and right again in as graceful a zig zag as I have ever seen.
The Mercedes lane jumped cutting in and out back and forth again and again. It dodged the myriad of SUVs, sedans, and sports cars cluttering the tollway as smoothly as a hawk gliding on updrafts on a lazy summer day.
Though lane jumpers generally piss me off as a rule, I could be nothing but amazed as I watched this car do what it so obviously was built to do - perform. I could not muster angry feelings as I simply appreciated seeing something doing what it was designed to do. I suppose that is the way God must feel when we are using our minds, talents, and gifts in the way He intended. To be as graceful as a performance car on a spring morning would be something. Something that would scream, "I am built for His pleasure and will perform as I was intended to perform".
In sheer appreciation, I watched as what I now understood to be a late model Mercedes C230 zoomed toward me. I paused to watch as it caught up to me and thought it would be slowed down by the traffic that was hampering my own progress. Not so! In moves that are generally acommpanied by disclamer statements such as "stunt driver on a closed course. do not attempt", the sweet ride flowed to the right and left and right again in as graceful a zig zag as I have ever seen.
The Mercedes lane jumped cutting in and out back and forth again and again. It dodged the myriad of SUVs, sedans, and sports cars cluttering the tollway as smoothly as a hawk gliding on updrafts on a lazy summer day.
Though lane jumpers generally piss me off as a rule, I could be nothing but amazed as I watched this car do what it so obviously was built to do - perform. I could not muster angry feelings as I simply appreciated seeing something doing what it was designed to do. I suppose that is the way God must feel when we are using our minds, talents, and gifts in the way He intended. To be as graceful as a performance car on a spring morning would be something. Something that would scream, "I am built for His pleasure and will perform as I was intended to perform".
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Yea though I walk...
...through the valley of the shadow of death
That pretty much sums it up. The kids are both gone to relatives' houses. I can't help wondering how they are. I miss them so much - do they miss me?
What a wreck of a day. There are hundreds of songs, stories, and poems that have a central theme of "If I had only known we only had one more day..." Well, we knew, and let me tell you, it did not make it any easier. I can only pray that I never again have to experience the heartache of letting a child go.
One last kiss, one last cuddle, the so soft hair, the insanely soft skin on his neck. I just have to keep going and keep believing with every fiber of my being that God has a fabulous plan for them and for us.
So no more death and dreariness. Every single human being has something terrible happen to them - sometimes several times. But the testament to the human condition is that we continue. We get up, dust ourselves off and go on.
So, walk with me out of the shadow and let God's rod and staff comfort us. Tomorrow is a new day with new opportunities for life, love, and happiness.
That pretty much sums it up. The kids are both gone to relatives' houses. I can't help wondering how they are. I miss them so much - do they miss me?
What a wreck of a day. There are hundreds of songs, stories, and poems that have a central theme of "If I had only known we only had one more day..." Well, we knew, and let me tell you, it did not make it any easier. I can only pray that I never again have to experience the heartache of letting a child go.
One last kiss, one last cuddle, the so soft hair, the insanely soft skin on his neck. I just have to keep going and keep believing with every fiber of my being that God has a fabulous plan for them and for us.
So no more death and dreariness. Every single human being has something terrible happen to them - sometimes several times. But the testament to the human condition is that we continue. We get up, dust ourselves off and go on.
So, walk with me out of the shadow and let God's rod and staff comfort us. Tomorrow is a new day with new opportunities for life, love, and happiness.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Let me talk to someone...please!
When I was young and smug I could not understand why people complained about the IVR systems in place at most big companies. I mean what's the big deal? Just listen to the questions and enter your response - couldn't be simpler right? WRONG!
Now that I have a 2 year old and 6 month old taking every spare second I have, I cannot imagine how I ever tolerated listening to the electronic voice present me with a seemingly endless array of choices. The biggest offender lately has been the bank that holds my mortgage loan. I am not a banking customer at Chevy Chase Bank - nor will I ever be now. This limits the entries that I can make drastically as the only two options are to enter your checking account number or your ATM card number - of which I have neither. One time I navigated through to the loan department only to get a lady's voice mail! I kid you not! All I want is a human to answer my question - that's not so much to ask is it?
With kids, I have a limited amount of time available and that time that I do have the kids are generally demanding my attention in the background. This means that invariably I miss some of the choices I can make and have to listen to the whole thing over again. It's particularly annoying to miss options and then re-miss options again! Arggggh!
I try pressing "0" anytime I am confronted with one of these systems, but that does not always work. Good news though! I found a link in today's news articles on MSN to Paul English's cheat sheet. Check it out! It has the cheats for beating the systems at many of the most frequently called companies. Whoo hoo! Sadly, Chevy Chase Bank is missing from the cheat sheet. :( If I ever figure out how to beat it, I will be sure to add it to the list. So, I start 2006 penniless, not so smug, and complaining. What's new?
Now that I have a 2 year old and 6 month old taking every spare second I have, I cannot imagine how I ever tolerated listening to the electronic voice present me with a seemingly endless array of choices. The biggest offender lately has been the bank that holds my mortgage loan. I am not a banking customer at Chevy Chase Bank - nor will I ever be now. This limits the entries that I can make drastically as the only two options are to enter your checking account number or your ATM card number - of which I have neither. One time I navigated through to the loan department only to get a lady's voice mail! I kid you not! All I want is a human to answer my question - that's not so much to ask is it?
With kids, I have a limited amount of time available and that time that I do have the kids are generally demanding my attention in the background. This means that invariably I miss some of the choices I can make and have to listen to the whole thing over again. It's particularly annoying to miss options and then re-miss options again! Arggggh!
I try pressing "0" anytime I am confronted with one of these systems, but that does not always work. Good news though! I found a link in today's news articles on MSN to Paul English's cheat sheet. Check it out! It has the cheats for beating the systems at many of the most frequently called companies. Whoo hoo! Sadly, Chevy Chase Bank is missing from the cheat sheet. :( If I ever figure out how to beat it, I will be sure to add it to the list. So, I start 2006 penniless, not so smug, and complaining. What's new?
Friday, December 30, 2005
90 miles an hour
Isn't that how we all live our lives? At 90 MPH? I feel like I run from early morning to late at night with no stopping for breaks! But would I be as happy if I was running slower? Who's to know?
The kids are still with us and it is looking very positive that we may get to adopt them. Christmas was insane. What a fun time! I can't believe all the gifts they got. Everyone got them a gift! We decided to hold some back for good rewards later.
Fina is a ball! She's 2 1/2 and very typically 2 1/2. Everything's about her - and shouldn't it be? We've started a new phase (I call it hell - lol) where she screams when she's frustrated instead of telling us what she wants or doesn't want. Ah, the joys of parenting... But the joyful part is that she has the best sense of humor. We were teaching her the difference between little and big and asked her what Lacy says (Lacy's our friend's very small beagle). Appropriately, Fina responds "woof, woof" in a tiny voice. Then I asked her what Haley (our large German Shep mix) says. Fina (totally deadpan) says "Who let the dogs out? Woof, woof, woof, woof" in a super loud bluesy voice. We all just cracked up - now she's doing it all the time.
Simon's my babydoll. He's almost 7 months old now. There's nothing more depressing than watching time fly while your baby is growing so darn fast. We got him a Pack 'n Play playpen diaper changing combo thingy. When I change his diaper, I often lean over and kiss his cheeks. He smiles so big and laughs out loud. What a sweet, sweet sound that is. What a heartbreak (but in a good way)...
Jeff leaves for a month in Ireland on the 3rd. I shall probably go insane by the time he returns. Prozac here I come... It happens to be our busy time at Fellowship Tech as well. Why wouldn't it be? Yieee! But like Gloria Gaynor, I will survive. And onward, full speed ahead.
The kids are still with us and it is looking very positive that we may get to adopt them. Christmas was insane. What a fun time! I can't believe all the gifts they got. Everyone got them a gift! We decided to hold some back for good rewards later.
Fina is a ball! She's 2 1/2 and very typically 2 1/2. Everything's about her - and shouldn't it be? We've started a new phase (I call it hell - lol) where she screams when she's frustrated instead of telling us what she wants or doesn't want. Ah, the joys of parenting... But the joyful part is that she has the best sense of humor. We were teaching her the difference between little and big and asked her what Lacy says (Lacy's our friend's very small beagle). Appropriately, Fina responds "woof, woof" in a tiny voice. Then I asked her what Haley (our large German Shep mix) says. Fina (totally deadpan) says "Who let the dogs out? Woof, woof, woof, woof" in a super loud bluesy voice. We all just cracked up - now she's doing it all the time.
Simon's my babydoll. He's almost 7 months old now. There's nothing more depressing than watching time fly while your baby is growing so darn fast. We got him a Pack 'n Play playpen diaper changing combo thingy. When I change his diaper, I often lean over and kiss his cheeks. He smiles so big and laughs out loud. What a sweet, sweet sound that is. What a heartbreak (but in a good way)...
Jeff leaves for a month in Ireland on the 3rd. I shall probably go insane by the time he returns. Prozac here I come... It happens to be our busy time at Fellowship Tech as well. Why wouldn't it be? Yieee! But like Gloria Gaynor, I will survive. And onward, full speed ahead.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Kids, kids, glorious kids
It's been a long time, but you'll have to excuse me - I have kids now! They are in my house temporarily, but not going anywhere in the forseeable future. Yippee! and Aieee! all at the same time.
I love having the kids at home, but I just have to say I have never worked so hard in all my life. The work isn't such a big deal, it's having to always be "on". You have to listen and respond and try not to be flip. The 2 1/2 year old repeats everything we say, which we knew theoretically would happen, but the reality is frightening!
The baby is an absolute joy. We are nearly at the point where he is sleeping through the night. Most nights he makes it to about 5:30ish. I have had a cough lately, so I think that's been waking him. What a doll! His smile could melt the hardest heart and his laugh turns my knees to jelly.
What fun we are having learning to be kids again. Now we just need to learn how to mix husband and wife time with the family time. There doesn't seem to be enough time for "us" but I know we need to make it. I don't want to be one of those people whose marriage is all about the kids so there's nothing to talk about when the kids are gone.
Anyway, the next decision will be on Nov. 21 when the aunt goes to court to try and get custody of Simon (the baby). We are all hoping that doesn't happen. Fina, Jeff and I will just miss him terribly. I have tears now thinking about it. God knows what He's doing though and we'll just wait to see what happens.
I love having the kids at home, but I just have to say I have never worked so hard in all my life. The work isn't such a big deal, it's having to always be "on". You have to listen and respond and try not to be flip. The 2 1/2 year old repeats everything we say, which we knew theoretically would happen, but the reality is frightening!
The baby is an absolute joy. We are nearly at the point where he is sleeping through the night. Most nights he makes it to about 5:30ish. I have had a cough lately, so I think that's been waking him. What a doll! His smile could melt the hardest heart and his laugh turns my knees to jelly.
What fun we are having learning to be kids again. Now we just need to learn how to mix husband and wife time with the family time. There doesn't seem to be enough time for "us" but I know we need to make it. I don't want to be one of those people whose marriage is all about the kids so there's nothing to talk about when the kids are gone.
Anyway, the next decision will be on Nov. 21 when the aunt goes to court to try and get custody of Simon (the baby). We are all hoping that doesn't happen. Fina, Jeff and I will just miss him terribly. I have tears now thinking about it. God knows what He's doing though and we'll just wait to see what happens.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Go Google Video
Wow! I know I'm so behind times from most of you techies, but I have been recently visiting and using some of the programs in Google labs. Tonight I investigated Google Video, which will allow searching for video and TV shows.
The media viewer is still a bit grainy but the streaming content absolutely rocks. I am on high-speed DSL from SBC Yahoo, but this is faster than anything I have streamed before. Normally, there are those occassional hiccups where the player has to catch up with the content. Not in this case.
Additionally, I'm so impressed with the content that came up. The first choice was Chris Forbes "Using Guerilla Marketing in Internet Evangelism". Check it out if you have a chance. It's over 1 hour, but really good if you're interested in marketing your church web site.
The media viewer is still a bit grainy but the streaming content absolutely rocks. I am on high-speed DSL from SBC Yahoo, but this is faster than anything I have streamed before. Normally, there are those occassional hiccups where the player has to catch up with the content. Not in this case.
Additionally, I'm so impressed with the content that came up. The first choice was Chris Forbes "Using Guerilla Marketing in Internet Evangelism". Check it out if you have a chance. It's over 1 hour, but really good if you're interested in marketing your church web site.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Simon & Josie
The parents of Simon & Josie had a court date today to determine custody of the minor children. Their mother tested positive for drugs again, but luck was on her side. The kids' grandmother and aunt came to court today. The grandmother has agreed to take Josie along with her three older siblings. The aunt will take Simon.
They must go through the process of having a home study, but it's a sure thing the grandmother will pass as she already has the three oldest children. The aunt is the wild card.
This means that we will have Josie for about 7 days and Simon for about a month. I have been crying all day though I don't know why. This is good for the kids. They will be with family that will love them. I am crying for my loss because I already love them. It was impossible not to - they are God's precious gifts.
I'm not sure if I can keep doing this. I have a whole new respect for foster families. They must get their hearts ripped out continually. They say it will be easier after this first time. I'm doubtful of that.
In hindsight, I set myself up for this disappointment. They were so perfect and fit right in with our family. I just assumed they would be able to stay when that wasn't the case at all.
They must go through the process of having a home study, but it's a sure thing the grandmother will pass as she already has the three oldest children. The aunt is the wild card.
This means that we will have Josie for about 7 days and Simon for about a month. I have been crying all day though I don't know why. This is good for the kids. They will be with family that will love them. I am crying for my loss because I already love them. It was impossible not to - they are God's precious gifts.
I'm not sure if I can keep doing this. I have a whole new respect for foster families. They must get their hearts ripped out continually. They say it will be easier after this first time. I'm doubtful of that.
In hindsight, I set myself up for this disappointment. They were so perfect and fit right in with our family. I just assumed they would be able to stay when that wasn't the case at all.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Waiting again
So we're waiting again. That seems to be the name of the game when trying to adopt. We had two kids in our house this weekend who will possibly be available for adoption at the end of this month. They were more precious than I can explain.
It's so weird how my life is changing. I would never have expected to want children and to want to stay home and raise those children. But after having them in the house, well it's almost a no-brainer. I totally love these kids and they may not even be available to me.
It's strange how fast it happened, too. It took me several months to warm up to my dog who I love to pieces now. But it took me about 20 minutes to fall in love with these two babies.
The story is that the kids parents are on trial for growing drugs with the intent to distribute (marajuana). Also, both kids tested positive for alcohol and drugs at birth so that is a strike against them, too. In 12 days they will meet with a judge again for his/her final ruling. It's sad to wish anyone ill, but I so wish they would lose custody.
It kills me that these people had two precious gifts from God and chose to go down such a destructive path. I know they must really regret it now that the kids aren't with them, but they made a choice and it had consequences.
I am trusting in God that He will provide the best for these kids. They deserve it.
It's so weird how my life is changing. I would never have expected to want children and to want to stay home and raise those children. But after having them in the house, well it's almost a no-brainer. I totally love these kids and they may not even be available to me.
It's strange how fast it happened, too. It took me several months to warm up to my dog who I love to pieces now. But it took me about 20 minutes to fall in love with these two babies.
The story is that the kids parents are on trial for growing drugs with the intent to distribute (marajuana). Also, both kids tested positive for alcohol and drugs at birth so that is a strike against them, too. In 12 days they will meet with a judge again for his/her final ruling. It's sad to wish anyone ill, but I so wish they would lose custody.
It kills me that these people had two precious gifts from God and chose to go down such a destructive path. I know they must really regret it now that the kids aren't with them, but they made a choice and it had consequences.
I am trusting in God that He will provide the best for these kids. They deserve it.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Falling in love
No one every said it would be easy, but I don't think in my wildest dreams I could have ever imagined it being this tough. We took care of two small children this weekend while their foster family was away. They were absolutely adorable, sweet, and the easiest kids I have ever watched before. So what's my complaint?
I didn't expect to love them so much...I had them for such a small time - about 28.5 hours. I can still smell the baby's formula. It's bittersweet.
I didn't expect to love them so much...I had them for such a small time - about 28.5 hours. I can still smell the baby's formula. It's bittersweet.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
On sinuses, a Texas sunset, and being a homemaker
So I've been dealing with allergies lately. Hasn't everyone? It's just that time of year. This year's nasal saga seems to have taken it to a new level. Can't breath, can't see out of my right eye, and I can't sleep.
Monday night I work late because I feel like I will go insane waiting for the adoption paperwork to come through and dealing with these sniffles. It's after 7:30 and the cleaning crew comes in. That ticks me off because I really didn't intend to work that late. I'm waiting for my PC to synchronize with our network and shut down when I happen to take a moment to look outside.
God might have cursed Texas with a blistering summer, but He completely made up for it with the fall and spring sunsets. Monday night's was just phenomenal. It was like Disney gone mad all up in the sky and it literally brought tears to my eyes. It made me say "Oh yeah" to answer the question of why I live in a state where it stays over 100 F for most of the summer and doesn't rain for weeks on end. "Oh yeah - keep bringing me those sunsets."
And all of this woe is me and I'm so blessed culminated tonight when I got to catch up on Monday's Oprah. (I know Lisa, perhaps it is a cult, but even you would have loved this one.) Faith Hill was on touting her new CD Fireflies. Turns out three of the songs, including the title track, were written by a stay-at-home mom with 5 kids. She got married at 19 and began having children. Her oldest is 16 and the youngest is 1. She wrote Fireflies to remind herself that she is allowed to dream. And boy did her dream come true!
So in a round about way through bad health, a childlike wonder when I see a sunset, and a reminder that stay-at-home doesn't equal dead, God reminds me that I am His and He is in control of it all. Thank God!
Monday night I work late because I feel like I will go insane waiting for the adoption paperwork to come through and dealing with these sniffles. It's after 7:30 and the cleaning crew comes in. That ticks me off because I really didn't intend to work that late. I'm waiting for my PC to synchronize with our network and shut down when I happen to take a moment to look outside.
God might have cursed Texas with a blistering summer, but He completely made up for it with the fall and spring sunsets. Monday night's was just phenomenal. It was like Disney gone mad all up in the sky and it literally brought tears to my eyes. It made me say "Oh yeah" to answer the question of why I live in a state where it stays over 100 F for most of the summer and doesn't rain for weeks on end. "Oh yeah - keep bringing me those sunsets."
And all of this woe is me and I'm so blessed culminated tonight when I got to catch up on Monday's Oprah. (I know Lisa, perhaps it is a cult, but even you would have loved this one.) Faith Hill was on touting her new CD Fireflies. Turns out three of the songs, including the title track, were written by a stay-at-home mom with 5 kids. She got married at 19 and began having children. Her oldest is 16 and the youngest is 1. She wrote Fireflies to remind herself that she is allowed to dream. And boy did her dream come true!
So in a round about way through bad health, a childlike wonder when I see a sunset, and a reminder that stay-at-home doesn't equal dead, God reminds me that I am His and He is in control of it all. Thank God!
Monday, October 03, 2005
On waiting for adoption licensing...
Ok, I'm not much good at waiting period. I admit it, it's a flaw of mine. I've always been one to jump right in and get going. So this waiting is really killing me.
The worst thing about the waiting is that it gives the neurosis time to kick in. Questions pepper me all the time...Will I be a good mother? Does God even want me to be a mother? Is there time to back out?
It's all silly stuff brought on by the stress of waiting and the stress of hearing that Brian may no longer be available. He's the baby that got us started with the whole adoption process. Upon our first meeting, Brian grabbed my heart and wouldn't let go - in fact he's still there and will probably hold a place there for the rest of my life.
I'm so thankful that some lucky family has decided to adopt him, but I'm also jealous. I had seen him as my son - our son. But I know that I must always be thankful for our chance meeting. He fully opened a door God has been trying to fling wide for years.
So I'll wait, and I won't be neurotic anymore. God had a plan, He executed on it, and I'll follow through with it knowing that He's backing me up 100%. He has the perfect child for my family just waiting even now to come home with us.
The worst thing about the waiting is that it gives the neurosis time to kick in. Questions pepper me all the time...Will I be a good mother? Does God even want me to be a mother? Is there time to back out?
It's all silly stuff brought on by the stress of waiting and the stress of hearing that Brian may no longer be available. He's the baby that got us started with the whole adoption process. Upon our first meeting, Brian grabbed my heart and wouldn't let go - in fact he's still there and will probably hold a place there for the rest of my life.
I'm so thankful that some lucky family has decided to adopt him, but I'm also jealous. I had seen him as my son - our son. But I know that I must always be thankful for our chance meeting. He fully opened a door God has been trying to fling wide for years.
So I'll wait, and I won't be neurotic anymore. God had a plan, He executed on it, and I'll follow through with it knowing that He's backing me up 100%. He has the perfect child for my family just waiting even now to come home with us.
Friday, September 30, 2005
On Lost and other new TV...
Wow! This season's TV lineup is either sci-fi, horror, or crime. And then there's Lost. I don't know about you, but I've never been hooked on a show like this. I think about it all week wondering what in the world is going on. What's the deal with Desmond? Is the other half of the plane still there? "We're going to have a Locke problem..."
The space invasion shows Invasion and Threshold. Hmmm... while not exactly new territory, the way its being approached in these new series is at least a little refreshing. "Mommy, you smell different" just gives you chills no matter who you are. :)
And then the horror shows headlined by some of TVs best eye candy. Night Stalker was a bit uneventful, but Stuart Townsend, well, there's nothing else to say about that but see you next week.
So my brain is slowly polluting with network drivel, but as stressed as we've been lately perhaps we deserve a few mindless hours of escapism. Anyway, cheers to TV this season with shows that, if not life changing, at least engage your brain and imagination a bit.
The space invasion shows Invasion and Threshold. Hmmm... while not exactly new territory, the way its being approached in these new series is at least a little refreshing. "Mommy, you smell different" just gives you chills no matter who you are. :)
And then the horror shows headlined by some of TVs best eye candy. Night Stalker was a bit uneventful, but Stuart Townsend, well, there's nothing else to say about that but see you next week.
So my brain is slowly polluting with network drivel, but as stressed as we've been lately perhaps we deserve a few mindless hours of escapism. Anyway, cheers to TV this season with shows that, if not life changing, at least engage your brain and imagination a bit.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
On getting older...
It's a bittersweet thing getting older. Sure you have great wisdom and a wealth of experience, but why does your body have to fail?
We lost my grandfather in April. He had been living on borrowed time thanks to the wonderdrugs that scrubbed his arteries and kept the blood flowing, but that does not comfort in the face of the reality of him not being here.
We spent the weekend with my grandmother for her first birthday in 62 years without my grandfather. She was happy to have her family around her, but missing my grandfather. That in itself was sort of weird since their past 10 years together seemed to be more harping than happy. Still, there's comfort in just having someone there. My grandmother admits that she's very lonely sometimes even though she has a large group of friends. She asked my sister to move down and though it sounded like a joke, I know she meant it in some part of her subconcious.
For me, the worst thing was opening the closet door and seeing my grandfather's hat on the top shelf. It's one of those old-school felt hats with the band and the cocky little feather. I can see him in it.
I guess Lisa is feeling like me today - I hate gray eyebrows and hair too!
We lost my grandfather in April. He had been living on borrowed time thanks to the wonderdrugs that scrubbed his arteries and kept the blood flowing, but that does not comfort in the face of the reality of him not being here.
We spent the weekend with my grandmother for her first birthday in 62 years without my grandfather. She was happy to have her family around her, but missing my grandfather. That in itself was sort of weird since their past 10 years together seemed to be more harping than happy. Still, there's comfort in just having someone there. My grandmother admits that she's very lonely sometimes even though she has a large group of friends. She asked my sister to move down and though it sounded like a joke, I know she meant it in some part of her subconcious.
For me, the worst thing was opening the closet door and seeing my grandfather's hat on the top shelf. It's one of those old-school felt hats with the band and the cocky little feather. I can see him in it.
I guess Lisa is feeling like me today - I hate gray eyebrows and hair too!
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