A Day In The Life of The Haiti Lady: ONEderland!

Monday, April 28, 2008

ONEderland!

Thank you for a good title for this blog Julie!

As of Saturday, I hit the onederland weight....the weight with a 1 in front of it. Now to many that isn't much, but to me, that is the world. I have not had a 1 in front of my weight in forever. I am feeling great and the weather has improved enough that I can walk outside and I am anxious to get started. It will be easier to get more weight off and keep it off if I am walking. The treadmill is a total bummer for me, but outside walking is so fun. I plug in my Mp3 and walk like crazy. Before winter I was able to walk 3.5 miles without effort....lets see how long it takes me to get back to that!

Prayers needed for the following things

1. Curt's brother Derek is waiting for a full liver transplant. As soon as a donor is found he will be ready. He has Primary Sclerosing Cholangitis and without a new liver, he will deteriorate until he cannot make it anymore. He is in pain, although he tries to convince everyone he is fine. He is swelling with excessive fluid in his abdomen as well, so prayers are coveted for a donor to be found and quickly and full recovery from the transplant.
It is a hard thing to ask for prayers for...in order for his prayers to be answered, someone Else's must be taken...very sad.

2. For one of my past families. They are having issues in the home and are considering different avenues. If anyone is interested in possibly adopting a child from Haiti that is currently going to be disrupted contact me for further information. Prayers for them as they make decisions regarding their entire family, the child and themselves, for peace in their situation.

3. For all of my families currently in process...that papers will speed thru and children will be leaving Haiti in a torrent to spend the summers with their new families!

3 comments:

Julie said...: Yahoo!!! Yippee! Congratulations even ~; 1:57 PM
Amy Brownell said...: Good thing you are stubborn! It works in your favor! ;) You rock!

Love,
amy; 7:20 AM
Thomas said...: Hi! My hubby and I are currently in IBESR waiting for our two boys to come home...slowly. We have 2 kids, both adopted, and are black like our haitian boys. We are interested in knowing more about the possible disruption in one of your previous families. We have workded with Heritage on our first two adoptions and are currently working with them on our Haitian adoption. I would like to learn more about this if you would. You can contact me at our whynd@dishmail.net account. Thanks and I hope to hear from you!; 10:05 AM

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We Are Responsible

We are responsible for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we are responsible for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wires,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never "counted potatoes",
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never got to the circus,
who live in an x-rated world.
We are responsible for children
who give us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup.
And we are responsible for those who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We are responsible for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed ,
and never rinse the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we are responsible for those whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We are responsible for children who want to be carried, and for those who must be...
For those we never give up on,
and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother... and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
~Ina Hughes