Friday, October 30, 2009

No longer active

Please note this is no longer an active blog.  We moved this spring over here.  I keep this blog up just for my reading list.
If you found me via a comment on another blog (which I cannot do w/ my Wordpress blog) and wish to contact me, please do so at medezutti@gmail.com

Thanks!

Friday, May 15, 2009

Location of new blog

For those coming to this blog site via my comments on other blog sites, who wish to see our current blog (site) it is here.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Farwell

We have officially moved to our new blog site. If you didn't receive an email with the new address, and wish to follow us at our new location (which is not nearly as fancy as this one, but holds other advantages), please send me an email. The address is on the left sidebar. Thanks.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Moving

We will be moving to a new blog space in the immediate future. I'll let you know the address ahead of time and won't shut this down right away.
I just have to figure out how to make the new blog pretty and then I'll move everyone over with me.
Be patient my friends.

I know you

It's funny. I often hear people comment that technology is separating mankind. Stripping away our civility and humanity. Now that you can send emails instead of hand-written cards, people have lost little courtesies along the way. We don't do business with a handshake anymore. We buy from cyber stores and return by mail. I understand the concerns, but don't think we have lost. Or at least, I haven't lost. I have gained. So much.

If we were adopting 10 years ago, I wouldn't have you. I wouldn't know you. And I feel that I do -- in a deep and profound way, my faithful readers. I know that we are more alike that not. I know we care about the same things. I read your emails, postings and blog comments and hear your personality, your sense of humor, your heartache, your moxy.

I know that, like me, you only wish to parent, and share your heartful of love with a child. It doesn't matter if that child shares your DNA, wining smile, or cowlick at the nap of your neck. It only matters that you love that child more than you knew it was possible to love another human being. I feel the same way.

I know that, like me, you are drawn to Ethiopia. You cannot put it into words, and when someone says "why Ethiopia?" you have a million reasons, but none of them entirely sums it up. In ETH, family is everything. Everything. Children are an absolute gift, more precious than gold. Community is at the heart of everything from everyday shopping to religous festivals. Your neighbors ARE family, and your family lives near enough to be actual neighbors. People help each other out -- in whatever small way they can. Mothers and fathers love their children so much, and only want the best for them. They do not relenquish their children for adoption easily -- no, it is the hardest decision they will ever face. It is a decision made out of the most self-less type of love imaginable. They want their children to have a good life, a life they cannot provide. So they entrust another member of their community to raise their child until a family can adoption him/her. For you also, family is everything. You will raise your child with the same self-less love that his/her parents demonstrated in the moment they took their child to the orphanage you adopted from. You see the stark beauty in this, the intricate dance that brought your child home. I do too.

I want to know you, meet you, have coffee with you. I feel a closeness to you. We are mamas, we share this incredible bond, but it's more than that. I know that if we met in person we would have an instant connection. We would be good friends. We would get together for play dates with our children. We would go shopping togther. We would read books and share them in our own private book club. We would disagree on parenting styles and agree on parenting styles. We would research day-care and nanny-shares. We would celebrate holidays, birthdays, deaths, births, and random Tuesday afternoons.

Without this machine I sit in front of, without this technology, I wouldn't know you existed. You would be a pleasant dream, but that's all. I would hope someone like you was out there, but would know no more.

With this machine, with this "cyber space" world I spend so much time in, I KNOW you exist. And I meet some of you. Not all, but some, and enough to know you all exist in your place in geography. As time goes on I'll meet more of you. I'll come up with excuses to visit Aberdeen South Dakota and Seattle Washington, and Holland Michigan. I'll stop by upstate NY on a business trip, or plan a family vacation to Arizona. I'll visit my family in Indiana the exact week you are visiting your family in Indiana "Oh Amanda, what a funny thing meeting you at this random Olive Garden in Hobart, Indiana, how in the world did that happen??" You know I don't like Olive Garden and neither do you, but we're both there and so we are crying and hugging each other and crying and hugging each others children and our husbands are looking at us like we are nuts, and we probably are, but it doesn't matter because we have found each other. I have found YOU.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Final set of prints

















(Huge thank you to Jill, for reminding me that the previous picture of our 10 cards actually showed our SSN & home address. Thanks Jill. These only show our names, and I believe, unless you are named Gil Grissom, you couldn't pull the photographs of these prints and use them for evil. And if your name is Gil Grissom -- call me, I love you!)

Today, Gregg and I had our FINAL set of fingerprints taken.
We mistakenly thought we had our final set taken in September, when we had our electronic prints for Immigration. Nope, we needed another 10 card for ANOTHER State Police criminal clearance. See, the 1st State Police criminal clearance was completed in July, and we couldn't get it notarized this month because it was determined to be too old. So I sent off for the "official" State Police 10-card (for hard prints, as opposed to electronic prints), and today Gregg and I went to our local PD for final round with the ink pad. I felt bad, because several officers asked if they did something wrong before (it's a small town, they know us.) The officer said I took better, cleaner prints than Gregg (Green Meg says it's because he was trying to flirt but Gregg was right there...I chose to agree with her. Primarily, because he was super young and yesterday I actually deposed, for the first time, a physician who was YOUNGER than me. Gosh, how did that happen? Well, being the youngest kid in the room during all legal proceedings was fun while it lasted. I had a good, solid, 9 year run.)

We weren't allowed to take pictures of ourselves getting printed, go figure. But I did snag a picture of the completed prints before sending them off to Joliet for processing.

We then went to our banks -- and will pick up our financial letters on the 15th when our accounts are a bit phatter.

Documents we are awaiting prior to submitting our dossier:
1. State police clearance.
2. My birth certificate
3. Financial letters
4. copy of our house deed.
We anticipate receiving all prior to Christmas, for those counting.

The best thing about Washington State...

Coffee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Seriously, I think they keep all the good stuff themselves and send the crap out to other states. The coffee in Washington is amazing. And I mean ALL the coffee. In Starbucks, hotel lobbies, in restaurants, in the airport, ON AIRPLANES TRAVELING WITHIN THE STATE, ALL the coffee is amazing. You are reading this and thinking, ya right, it cannot be that different. But it is. Oh, it is.

This makes me even more excited to go to ETH to pick up Sam, because if Washington State coffee is THIS good, then I cannot imagine how amazing ETH coffee will be in ETH. Cannot wait!

Green Meg, if you ever want to send Sam a care package -- make it coffee. In fact, if we do a registry for the Washington chapter of the "I Heart Sam" fan club, I think only coffee will be on said registry.
Erin, is the coffee in Portland just as good?