Married to a sports fan

I should have known. I should have known that I was in trouble when Sports Center was the first channel my husband turned on when we returned from our honeymoon. Now - ask me, and I can actually sing the Sports Center theme music.

Let me ask all you sports fans... how much can really change in the matter of a few hours? I mean really! There are only so many games happening in a day - right? How long does it take to get a report on all of them? And why do sports anchors have to yell? Is it that they've spent too long in stadiums with loud obnoxious fans? Do they think we've spent too much time there?

And GOLF - don't get me started on golf. How boring is golf to watch? At least with football there's action! Golf is the prefect Sunday afternoon nap sport. Ugh. Now as the football season gears up through pre-season, I foresee my future. Sunday after Sunday with the Bears games playing, C yelling at the TV, and the dog trying to apologize for whatever he's done to make C yell. And what is with fantasy football? Who's fantasy is that?

I suppose there are worse addictions for a spouse to have. I should be glad for the sports addiction.

The pointless post

Ok - so I've never been one for journaling. And I'm sure having a blog will in no way change that. A few years back, my sister-in-law, K (an excellent writer) did an online writing challenge. It was something like - write a book or short story or something in a specified amount of time. And I remember her saying that one thing she learned was that even when you don't know what to write, or have anything to write, that to just write sometimes gets to things you didn't think you wanted to write. Hence - this post. ; )

There's no point here. No insight I'm trying to share. Just me writing. This will most likely be the most boring post of them all. Good thing, most folks don't know this blog even exists yet. But if someone gets adventurous while looking around - they may at some point come to the pointless post. Ah! A name! A title! Wow - look at that! Just out of that came a great title to this post. Maybe K had something to this writing for writing sake thing.

Well, back to all preparing for parenthood. A task which I'm convinced is really impossible to accomplish, but I'll try it anyway.

That's all for now...

Review of: Little Miss Sunshine

Just got back from a really enjoyable movie. Now be warned there is a good deal of language and some very 'suggestive' content. But over all the movie made me laugh out loud. Greg Kinear has mastered his character. Several times throughout the movie I was compelled to strangle his character! The movie reminds me of how, although different, every family has it's quirks. That even in the most pathetic circumstances - families rally in support. Well, at least they all should.

Anyway - good flick, worth the box office price, however, leave the kids at home. It's a bit too much for that age group.

Rambling off to sleep! 'night all!

Adoption 101

My education in adoption has been unconventional, I think. No books can prepare you for the things you'll face, the feelings you'll go through. No required educational seminars can prepare you for the process of adoption. A process which is firmly set in jello.

Most of you know of our journey to adopt Emmett - our son waiting for us in South Korea. We've never met Emmett. All we know of Emmett is from a 5 page report we received when South Korea matched us with him. He isn't called Emmett in South Korea, rather he's called by his Korean name (duh - that makes sense). He likes to play and run and jump (don't know many 2+ yr olds who like that, do you?). This is what I know of my 2yr and 10 month old son. There are chapters of his life I will never know. Years of his development which will forever be a mystery to me. And yet, God has given me such a peace with all that is happening. God has proven over and over that Emmett is our son - not just our son - but the son God chose for us. How cool is that??

Today we worked on getting Emmett's room finally in order. There's still work to be done (finish installing that darn door!). But his bed is made, his toys in line, his clothes folded and put away. This makes it real - I'm bringing home a son. Spending all this time in his room today - I remembered several years ago talking to a woman about adoption. I remember her saying "I could never love a child that wasn't mine". And I remember my shock at hearing that. I have to praise her for her honesty, though. Maybe she just knew it wasn't for her. Maybe it wasn't the right time to talk about adoption for her. Now, years later as I face the onset of my own experience with adoption, her words came back to me. I have no high hopes that at our first meeting I will fall madly in love with Emmett. I have no aspirations for a love-at-first-site, slow motion cheesy music moment that some Lifetime Movie would try to depict. But I do love Emmett, even now - having only his picture to look at. Only knowing that he likes to play. I can feel my heart loving, worrying over, and looking out for, him. I'm sure this is God's education in adoption. God's way of teaching me to love someone I so barely know. And who better to teach this life-long class? (wow- life long - *gasp*)

I suppose I just wish for a syllabus!

That's all the ramblings for now...

Can dogs laugh?