Yup...I'm Here

You’re probably all sick of me apologizing for being missing from my blog for weeks/months at a time.  But here I go again.

I really WANT to blog.  I find myself getting more and more stuck though with what to write about anymore.   That doesn’t mean that things aren’t happening in my life though…

I just…

celebrated four years of being found by my natural mom.

mourned the three year anniversary of my sister’s fiancé’s death from an accidental overdose.

lamented the fact that my twelve year old daughter is now a hair taller than me and can wear my shoes (o.O).

found out that my son was driven in a four door sedan four hours to and from vacation with his three year old sister sitting on his stepmother’s lap next to him with no seatbelt (double o.O).  This after I found out he was in the car when the stepmother got pulled over for an expired registration and rode in the back of a police car.

started golfing two weeks ago and have realized that I love it.

was sent on a spectacular guilt trip by my adoptive mother for not being supportive enough when her aunt (my adoptive great aunt) passed away.

was sent an email containing joke pictures, including ones about adoption, by my adoptive mother.

checked the child support website and realized that my ex is now $5,320.67 past due in support and arrears payments.

kicked ass on my goals at work for the last Quarter.

watched my daughter sing “Over The Rainbow” as Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.

enjoyed golfing with my nine year old son by ourselves.

haven’t heard from my natural father directly since last year.

missed everyone in my adoptee/natural mom online world immensely.

thought about blogging every day and just…didn’t.

So, I’m thinking that if I give myself a more manageable goal of blogging every other day and checking up on everyone else’s blogs at the same time, I might not feel so overwhelmed.  Maybe???

Five: Holy Crap, Really? *Updated*

The blog that I'm highlighting tonight was shared with me via email and I have to tell you, I've been thinking about what I wanted to write all day.  I'll probably keep it short and sweet since I'm trying to ease myself back into the blogging swing of things but jeebus, I'm flabbergasted by this woman's reasoning.

The blogger apparently got a couple questions passed on to her by one of her online friends...so far so good.right?  The first question was innocuous enough...what has she been up to?  Nothing miraculously interesting so let's move on to the next question. 

"A new blog friend (Hi, Ruth!) read about our youngest girls' names & wondered about K'Tyo's name...where it comes from, how you say it, & what it means. I couldn't believe I had never blogged about it, but looking back, I can't find a post about it anywhere! I am blaming jet lag after we came home with him for my oversight. :o)"

Here's her response and where I realized things were seriously messed up:

"K'Tyo's name is pronounced /k/ tie-yo. Honestly, we weren't sure what we were doing about his name before leaving for Ethiopia. For us, it was hard because he was 4 years old at the time, & obviously had quite the personality."

Holy crap, really?  Ummm, not only did he have a personality, HE HAD A NAME. 

"All of our children's names begin with a "K", so we wanted to incorporate that somehow (how we got going on K's is still a mystery). His Ethiopian name is Sintayehu, which means "much I have seen" (pretty intense, huh?). We love it's significant meaning, but knew in America it would be butchered."

Holy crap, really?  So, even though the name he had since birth had significant meaning,  you figured, we'll completely change it and stick a "K" in front so he matches the rest of our brood?

Ugh.  Just...yuck.

UPDATE:

The blog author has written another post, "Why Do I Blog?" in response to my comment on her blog, expressing my disgust at another comment someone had posted and at her post in general.

I'm saving my opinions to myself because I'm in an odd place tonight and my thoughts are a bit scattered.  Read her post for yourself and tell me what you think.

Bands of Craptasticness

Bands of heavy rain and wind, that is.  We're still hanging in...although the lights just flickered so it may only be a matter of time before we lose power. 

Just heard from my n-mom.  A tornado touched down a few miles from my grandfather's house in Delaware last night.  Thank goodness they were smart and evacuated when they were given the order.  Yikes!   Still waiting to hear from my n-aunts down in Corolla, NC.  I hate waiting!!!

Humbled

I had no idea how people would take my last post.  I had the full gamut of comments and emails thrown my way though.  Whether it was understanding, sorrow, confusion or an offer to take over the Blog of Shame award segment (love you Linda)...it all was taken under advisement.

The truth of the matter is...I WANT to change PAP's/AP's minds.  I WANT to be the catalyst for them to suddenly "understand" why I say what I say and believe what I believe about adoption.  I cannot promise that I won't continue to swear or use language that may be harsh at times...that would be asking too much of me and would change my personality...but perhaps I can tone things down a smidge. ;)  Don't worry all...I'm not getting soft in my old age...just a little more cautious.

Updated:  For the short term, I've archived the old Blog of Shame posts here.  You'll need a password so email me and I'll pass it on to you. 

Dear Sixth Blog of Shame Award Winner **Updated!**

Clearly I can't follow directions because I left you a comment after you specifically told me to not visit your blog again..wow, I really suck..lol.

Just to make sure you know though, I didn't leave an anonymous comment on your blog.  I left one that told you about your blog award..and then another to tell you that you must have offended someone else. 

Hope that helps!
Christina

**Update** As a postscript to the ongoing saga...the PAP's in the story have decided NOT to name their not-yet-theirs child Ireland...they've settled on Emersyn.  ::snicker::  Was it something we said?