Halloween weekend in Sleepy Hollow, NY? I think so!
Halloween weekend in Sleepy Hollow, NY? I think so!
How many languages do you you speak?
Much to my grandmother’s dismay, I only speak one language. I remember enough spanish from high school/college, but not enough hold a decent conversation. Do Italian hand gestures count? Lol.
What are you reading, watching, listening to, eating?
I am not reading anything fun right now, just Google’s best practices for Adwords (sorry Google). I just wrapped up a Netflix marathon of the Great British Baking Show. I have the Spotify Daily Mixes blasting away right now. Spotify has caught on to my lack of interest in today’s music and has been feeding me an odd mix of my favorite bands from my college days. It’s a little bit beck, a little bit Blind Melon, and a touch of White Zombie, with a sprinkle of Pearl Jam. It goes well with my peanut butter sandwich.
What was the last photo you took with your phone?
My lunch, lol. Some of my coworkers and I are doing a 30 day “No Added Sugar” thing. I sent the group a picture of my lunch as proof that day 1 is off to a good start.
What is your favorite time of day?
If it’s a workday, then it is most definitely the end of my workday. If’ Hubby is working a day tour, then it’s when he gets home. (awwww) If I have really tasty left overs waiting for me, then it’s whenever it’s time to eat!
Totally grateful that I have such a good jogging cheerleader and I survived my first week of jogging! Also grateful that I completed our adoption website which is now live. (shameless plug – http://www.dougandmiaadopt.com) Looking forward to 3 more jogging dates (and fitting into the dress I need for an upcoming event).
This was a response post to Cee’s Share Your World
Things have been progressing nicely in our efforts to pursue adoption. All of our paperwork has been submitted. Home study is complete. Website is designed and almost ready to launch!
I have been keeping busy with the social media side of things. Creating my own images and videos. Here is a quick sample of my favorites.
This was a quick post via Daily Prompt: Pursue
Progress Report- The birds are chirping. Flowers are blooming. Pollen is in the air. My face hurts. My head pounds. I’ve been in a Benadryl induced haze.
That’s not why I fell off the face of the blogging planet though. We were just anxious to get started on the next phase of the process that I fell behind on writing.
When I last wrote about our progress in Learning my ABCs of Adoption we were in the still very early in the process. We knew we wanted to pursue adoption, but that was all we knew. We were like deer in headlights, lol.
We did our research. Read tons of books. Joined some support groups. We no longer stand motionless. We are on the move. The reading, researching, and asking questions is still ongoing, just changing focus as we progress.
We are pursuing a private domestic adoption. Our adoption team has grown to include our attorney, social worker, family, friends, and support groups. Our very own cheer squad. It’s nice to know that there is someone there when you have a question, need an opinion, or just need someone to distract you with a giant sundae so you can give your brain a break.
Our application sits in the hands of the court, waiting on a docket number. The home study has been completed and approved. High-five!
I worked on what will become our web site. Not highly recommended if you have a certificate in graphics or work as a Quality Assurance Analyst for a website! I became my own worst enemy! It is not live yet but should be soon. However, our Twitter, Facebook, & Instagram pages/accounts are!
You can check them out here:
Now that we have all caught up, I promise not to fall too behind again. This has been a response to today’s Daily Prompt: Timely
I keep losing my mind and my head lately. So I am taking a break to have a little fun. This is my response post to Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: April 2, 2017
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Nana used to label everything. Fridge and freezer filled with containers. Each had a thin line of masking tape across them. Names written in black ink. Mostly Italian, sometimes broken English. My favorite being the grep gely.
Her bedroom closet had each gift she ever received. Each item still in the original box. A small square of notepaper. The gifter’s name written across along with the date received. Attached with a silver straight pin.
I think I affix more labels to myself than to actual things. I’m female. I’m a daughter. A sister. A granddaughter. A niece. A wife. An aunt. A friend.
You can call me Maria or Mia. I’m more of a Mia though. I also answer to ITGurl, Tinks, Tinkerbell, Wife, Wifey, Sister Wife, Chickie, Aunt Mia, Mi, and MiMi. My 3 year old niece calls me that. My Mimi. It gives me the feels.
I proudly fly my geek flag. I am a Star Wars fan, a Whovian, and a LEGO addict. But I digress.
I have purchased an adoption binder. It comes with its own checklist. It has page protectors. It has dividers. Even pocket folders!
It is waiting for me to fill it. Every time I open it, I just stare. Blankly. Like the dividers. I don’t know where to start. I haven’t decided how to organize it.
I suppose there really isn’t a wrong way. Perhaps I’ll add a protective sleeve and pocket folder to each divider. I have accumulated some paperwork from our lawyer. That seems like a good place to start. I will start there. I can always adjust the dividers and pockets as needed. Perhaps let the paperwork guide me to how it needs organized. Maybe I’ll see how other are doing it.
This has been a response to today’s Daily Prompt: Label
Today is St. Patrick’s Day. I did not wake up excited. I am not wearing a stitch of green. I am not feeling lucky. I’m cold. I’m tired. I was not fortunate enough to work from home today. I had a meeting. I needed to be in the office. I am dreading the commute home.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not the grinch of St. Paddy’s. I just prefer to celebrate it a bit more quietly than most. A shepherd’s pie here. A Guinness stew there.
I’m not saying I’m not fun. I just don’t do so well in large crowds. I work in Manhattan. Today’s the Parade. I’m screwed.
I sit and wait for my meeting to start. I stare at the bowl of paper cranes on the table. It’s like someone gave one water after midnight and they multiplied. In a good way. No evil gremlins. Just bowls and cups of little colorful cranes. Scattered throughout the office. They are bright and colorful. Folded from Post-Its. Ingenious.
I google paper cranes. Wikipedia tells me they are a symbol for good fortune. It’s St. Patrick’s Day. A day of four leaf clovers. Pots of gold. Leprechauns and luck. Maybe I still have a chance?
The parade ends at 5pm. I leave at 4pm. Most people won’t leave early, right? Theres’s still a chance that Penn Station won’t be too crazy. I’m going to try to stay positive. Maybe even get a green bagel at lunch, or some Lucky Charms. I am going to be calm. I am going to take a little green crane home with me just incase.
My first interaction with LEGOs was accidental. I was rooting around in the basement looking for something to play with when I struck gold. A discarded handful of my older sister’s LEGOs. I knew from watching her that you stick them together. Then you pull them apart.
I couldn’t pull them apart. The pieces were too tiny. I smacked them on the floor. I stepped on them. I even tried using my teeth. But no luck. Frustrated I dropped them and never looked back.
I did end up getting some age appropriate Mega Blocks. They were big. They came in a big yellow bucket. They never got stuck. I loved them. They were my constant companion until I outgrew them and discovered Play Dough.
When I met Doug I learned that LEGOs were a thing. Like Star Wars and Doctor Who. I had no idea!
He proudly showed off his collection. The Death Star, Super Star Destroyer, and R2D2 just to name a few. He introduced me to the separator tool! Life changer.
I started adding to his collection. At first it was just presents for him. Then it became presents for me. My first set was a small Doctor Who TARDIS. I moved on to the Christmas toy shop to put under my tree. Then The Simpson’s House and Kwik-E-Mart.
These days I Netflix and LEGO. It’s therapeutic. I hum to myself as I hunt and peck for my pieces. I concentrate only on the task at hand.
Doug and I build together. I help him find pieces. He fixes my mistakes. He does all of the bag ones. I do all of the bag twos. Together we have built an impressive collection. I wouldn’t say it’s massive, although some of the pieces are.
As much as I have grown to love the little pieces, I secretly long to have the bigger ones. The child friendly size. The DUPLO kind. To share our love of building with our wee little builder.
This is a response post to today’s Daily Prompt: Massive
Uncertainty is like the mean girl in middle school. You are sitting at the lunch table. Minding your own business. Uncertainty appears over your shoulder. Knocks your lunch off the table. Steals your seat. Laughs at you. She’s such a bitch.
She is for ever one step behind you. Lurking. Judging. Waiting for your little ducks to be put in their row. Don’t turn your back. Don’t let your guard down. She’ll snatch the smallest duckling and take its place.
It happened to me during the wedding planning.
I never dreamt of my dream wedding like Jennifer Lopez did in The Wedding Planner. I’m not fancy. I don’t like ornate. I don’t like extravagant. I don’t like cookie cutter. I have never thrown a formal anything. I don’t like bedazzled. I am not lacy. I’m way too klutzy for anything nice.
Suddenly, I am picking color schemes. Choosing linens. Trying on dresses. Thinking about invitations. Considering fonts. Worrying about discreetly numbering response cards. Second guessing each choice. Is this pretty? Is this cheesy? Is this even right?
Uncertainty stuck her foot out and tripped me. I landed face first in a floral head trip.
I am not a flower person. I am allergic. Julie requested mums. Dad loved Mums. This was be a no-go for the florist. I had no plan-b. I panicked. I allowed myself to be persuaded into ordering a generic bouquet.
A single rose surrounded by carnations. I instinctively knew my sister would hate it. I hated it.
The more I thought about it, the more it reminded me of the Target logo. This haunted me for months. I obsessively searched Pinterest. I became fixated. I needed to find the perfect flowers. I went back to the florist defeated. I went home relieved knowing we landed on irises. I won’t go into how many times I changed the favors. But if you need tulle rounds I have 175 unused pieces.
After the wedding I managed to kick uncertainty to the curb. But I can feel her creeping in again as we take our first take our first steps toward adoption. She questions my every thought. Every feeling. Every decision.
She is in my head. Follows me into the shower. Rides the train with me to work. I can’t shake her.
My gut reaction is to muffle her. Focus on spring cleaning. Focus on our spare room. Empty the closet. Rearrange the living room. Fill out paperwork. Prepare questions. Create things. Write. Keep myself busy. Hold on to my lunch. Keep my butt in the seat.
This was a Daily Prompt: Instinct response post.
If you sat at a table with me, when I was little, gave me crayons and paper, I would draw you a picture of my family. I’d introduce you to my stick figure rendition of Mom, Dad, Julie, and me lined up in height order. Floating just above a wobbly green line, our abstract lawn, alongside a triangle topped house.
Dad works with flowers and trees in the nursery. On the weekends he leaves half a pack of Life Savers on my dresser before he leaves for work. He thinks I’m sleeping but I’m not.
Mom calls me her Wee Cheekie Birdie. It’s from a song she sings when we’re at the park. We swing and sing about ten little monkeys rolling in a bed and count the green bottles on the wall. When I have trouble sleeping she sings Mommy’s eyes are smiling. That one is my favorite.
My big sister Julie and I sneak into our parent’s room when mom is not looking. She’ll hold me by the hands and twirl us really fast. One time my feet even left the ground. That was the best. We do this until we get dizzy. She helps me when I can’t do things so I eat her pizza cheese. She hates cheese.
That’s me. I am Mia. I have a green big girl’s bed and an orange rug. I sit at my play table and make spaghetti with my Play Dough fun Factory. There’s a bucket of big LEGOs in the corner. I like those better than Julie’s little one. Mine have wheels so I can build a car. I like playing with those little cars, but only the ones where the doors open. How else can people get in and out?
Bessie is our dog. She is a Chihuahua. She doesn’t like strangers. I think she only likes Mom.
Nana-D is my Italian Nana. She plays the Italian station on her radio. Her favorite is Mi Scappa La Pipi, Papa, because Julie and I have a dance for that one. It is a funny song about a little boy who wet his pants. Pop-Pop like his rocking chair. I sit on his knee and he gives me Hershey’s miniatures When Nana isn’t looking. He calls me something in Italian I can’t spell.
Nana-S lives in Scotland. She is my Scottish Nana. They only have four TV channels there. Pop-Pop promises me if I was to move there I will be able to get Mr. Belvedere. They come to stay with us sometimes. They bring us sweeties when they do. Sweeties are like candy only Scottish. Nana calls me hen even though I’m not a chicken. Pop-Pop must be a magician. Whenever Mom turns her back he pulls his teeth out for me. Mom doesn’t believe me.
When I found out he couldn’t work anymore. I ran up to my room. I emptied my piggy bank. I managed to save up $5. I handed the contents to Mom. I asked her to send it to Nana and Pop- Pop. I thought they might need it more than I did.
About the time Doug and I were planning our wedding I realized that my definition of what makes a family changed. It is no longer just my stick figure family on our little green line lawn.
Instead of stick figures next to a house, I draw you two trees. I start with first. At the roots. Our support system. Our foundation. Our joined families. Parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters.
Each branch aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews. Families we grew along the way. Close family friends that became aunts, uncles, and cousins. Personal friends now brothers and sisters. Their children our nieces and nephews. IKEA family. Neighborhood News Family. EMS Family. FDNY family.
I start the second. This tree is Doug and I. A cutting if you will, from the larger more established tree. We are the roots. The trunk. The young leaf. We will nourish it. Help it flourish and grow. One day this tree will be part of the roots. The support. The foundation of a future large tree.
This was a post via Daily Prompt: Abstract