Friday, 24 July 2009
It feels badly needed. But - it was hard to even book this holiday. It was a leap of whatever-the-opposite-of-faith-is, as we were hoping to be somewhere else by now, and booking it meant we knew that wouldn't happen. But now, weeks later when it's upon us, I'm really glad that we're going.
This week I've been processing some very unpleasant feelings. They are mostly: envy, resentment, impatience, envy, sadness and did I mention envy? I don't want to go into all the sinister details.
This afternoon at work, I was feeling a bit dismal and my workmates helped me to see that a situation like this calls for some bad 1980s pop.
Do you feel a bit sad, today? Is your life a bit disappointing? Did you hope that July 2009 would turn out a bit different to how it did? Well, I can recommend a dose of this:
Don't you feel a bit better about your own hair now, at least??
It makes me happy just to be on the same planet as this song:
and the one that started it off in the office was this. Truly, truly awful, but I defy you not to sing along with the wa-oh, wa-oh, wao-o-ohs:
(For those who can't get enough, I also recommend his website - did you know they have a John Farnham forum? Or you could always join the fan club! Except that then I don't think we could be friends anymore).
Another one that's so-bad-it's-good - strangely brilliant melody, but is this THE worst video ever made?
Anybody still with me? If so, here's your reward for sticking with it:
There's just no way you're not feeling happy after watching that video. Come on - you're dancing now, aren't you? You'd better be.
So, happy weekend dear blog friends. I'll be back soon - and that referral had better not come while we're on holiday!
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
(That's all the news, by the way).
I did, however, eat the largest meal known to man. We went out for my birthday to a really nice local restaurant (actually, not THAT local, as it turns out - we mistimed the driving, were late and got in serious trouble from an ultra-crabby waitress. The dining room was practically empty, but she was very very rude to us about turning up behind schedule. Did she not know it was my special day? And everybody has to be nice to me on my special day? Apparently not). and ordered the tasting menu. Which was six courses. Because it was my special day. Now, my understanding of tasting menus is that they are six very tiny courses, so you just get a little taste of each thing and it all adds up to one proper meal. Sort of like canapes, but with cutlery. Well not at this place, apparently - they just gave us six (seemingly randomly chosen) full courses from the menu. The food was very good, but it was an extremely strange experience. An entree, followed by ... another entree, then main course, oh and another main course, then chocolate pudding and what? You're still here? A giant plate of cheese! Okay then!
It was good, but I could barely move afterwards. The next day we went to London Zoo because J bought me a zoo membership for my birthday! Now I can go to the zoo every day for a year if I want to. I love a good zoo, and this is a particularly nice one. So, all in a all a nice weekend. But. I just keep thinking about the family member who isn't here yet, and their first family too. At the moment, we're thinking that we might hear of a referral around mid-September. And most of the babies that we know about from the orphanage we're working with have been abandoned, and thus need to be in care for 2 months prior to being referred. Which probably means that they are coming into care, what, now? This is not much fun to think about. Our baby's birthmother is possibly taking some incredibly difficult, life-altering decisions right now, and maybe today our baby is waking up for the first time in an orphanage - and we're at the ZOO?
Something feels very wrong with this picture.
Thursday, 16 July 2009
I feel strangely uncomfortable about turning thirty. For reasons I probably don't need to articulate. Last year, I wrote this post, and I think it still sums up how I feel about the whole birthday thing.
Although of course I do keep on thinking 'wouldn't it be amazing if we got a referral on my birthday!'
I need to remind myself: This is not going to happen.
(Although even as I type this, I think 'wow, wouldn't it be great if it DID happen!)
Not going to happen.
(Last year I got a cat for my birthday. Wouldn't it just be the coolest if, this year, I got a baby?)
NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.
(I'm thinking of some cutesy way to announce it, even now).
NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.
(I could wake up in the morning, check my email and bam! There it is! The photo I've been waiting for. My baby).
YOU WILL NOT BE GETTING A BABY FOR YOUR THIRTIETH BIRTHDAY, AND YOU NEED TO ACCEPT THAT NOW.
(Oh, okay then).
(Maybe tomorrow evening??)
(I need to get some new voices in my head. You are no fun AT ALL).
Monday, 13 July 2009
- Adopt a baby
- Bring home baby
- Play with baby
- Sing to baby
- Spend time with baby
- Learn to tie baby into sling
- Expected to largely be ad-hoc, self-directed learning, largely from the moby wrap instruction manual.
How will goals be monitored?
- At end of year, will inspect house to determine whether a baby lives there. If yes, major goals have been achieved.
Bah. Something tells me they're not going to buy it.
Wednesday, 8 July 2009
- My T-shirt is here! That is some super-speedy shipping, since it was sent from the States. (Hmm... that sounded a little Dr Seuss-ish). Day off from work tomorrow - it's definitely going to have its first outing. I'm even more pathetically in love with it now that it's here. If you want one, order one soon because it seems they're discontinuing this line (boo, hiss) and there are a lot less than there were last Thursday. Anybody who sends me a photo of themself (or family member, or pet) wearing one can be part of Liminal State's virtual team photo which I am hereby offering to host right here... so far it's just me, so I guess that makes me the lawn tennis singles team.
- A little while ago, I put my crafting skills to the test with craft it forward. When I finished the projects, I asked some of you to send me your street addresses, but I think the email address I asked you to send to was disabled by google (for reasons unknown... could it be that they didn't like me sending all those emails offering 'real rolex watch and vitality herb manhood supplements'? Spoilsports). Anyway, I'm going to put a comment on this post with my real, working email address - could you possibly send me your street address if you're one of my C-I-F'ers?
- If you haven't already, you should really read this, and goggle at the incredible pictures (and beautiful writing)
- This has been such a good week in Ethiopian blog land, yes? I've had my hope renewed by news of an official family of three, and a new official family of four (only counting the humans, in both cases).
- A year and two days feels better than a year exactly.
Monday, 6 July 2009
I had hoped, that by now: ---
Oh, who cares what I hoped. It hasn't happened.
I know that one day all of this will change, but today feels like an unhappy anniversary. I look back on how I felt then, and it was mostly still All! So! Exciting! that we were doing this. Now, I just feel like all that has been beaten out of me by the exigencies of this horrible process. Please forgive my day of wallowing, but I really haven't enjoyed seeing my ticker click back around to the beginning again. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day, but today I just feel sad.
Thursday, 2 July 2009
Here's the Wikipedia definition:
Liminality (from the Latin word līmen, meaning "a threshold") is a psychological, neurological, or metaphysical subjective, conscious state of being on the "threshold" of or between two different existential planes (.....) In the anthropological theories, a ritual, especially a rite of passage, involves some change to the participants, especially their social status.
The liminal state is characterized by ambiguity, openness, and indeterminacy. One's sense of identity dissolves to some extent, bringing about disorientation. Liminality is a period of transition where normal limits to thought, self-understanding, and behavior are relaxed - a situation which can lead to new perspectives.
So anyway, I probably should have phoned my Dad and said "You were right. LIMINALITY IS REAL!" But clearly that's not going to happen, so I did the next best thing and I ordered this T-shirt:
(from here, if you're interested in this or other posy, ironically faux-intellectual merchandise).
Well, me, as it turns out. I'm pretty sure they weren't intending this for waiting adopters, but - I've realised that for the time being, Liminal State is where I live. I might as well own the T-shirt. So: go, Bobcats, I guess.