Spain Wins!!!!

GOOOOOOOAAAALLL! And with a score of 1-0, Spain won Euro 2008. The excitement is more than we can bare.

Soccer Ecstasy

In case you've just emerged from a bunker, today was the final game of Euro 2008. Some have described the Euro games as second only to the World Cup. Spain and Germany are in the final (game is still going on) but I think we're enduring all the stress, ecstasy and joy we can handle :)

Oooh, Torres just scored. Go Spain!

Eating Rubber

In the past few days God has laid before my eyes the story of the woman caught in adultery. I read it in a devotional, heard it in sermons and came across it in various readings. So you'd think I would have been asking God, "Why are you teaching me about not judging others?" You'd think.

This week we had our company's trustees in the building, and I immediately was on edge. I've not always agreed with some of their decisions, and I tend to fear them. Part of me wanted to skip our weekly meeting because I assumed I couldn't benefit at all from hearing from the guest speaker, one of our trustees. I really had to eat humble pie afterward, though, because the speaker was not just inspiring but he also was humble, spot-on and deep.

So I really put my foot in my mouth this week with some of my judgmental thoughts and words. It would have been so much easier if I had simply learned the lesson when God tried to teach it to me from His Word.

Love is ...

Last week Mike and I had an intense conversation - not quite a fight - probably tied to me losing my ring. And it's not why you think. Mike wasn't upset that I lost my ring; he was upset that it took me 3 days to tell him. There's a really long answer for why I hid the mistake from him, but the short answer is that it has something to do with insecurities.

But that's not the point of this post. After our intense conversation, I worried the next day about how Mike would respond to me: would he forgive me, resent me, suspect me? I was tense and uptight ... until Mike called me at 9:30 to ask me to meet him at the front desk. He had gone and bought me my favorite drink, a grande caramel macchiato. 

The moral of the story: it's possible to fight with respect and love. And I am easily bought.

Current favorite photo

A friend spotted this lovely shot just as the sun illuminated this single flower. So nice :)

Lost and Found

This past Wednesday, I did something that's even clumsy by my standards. I lost my engagement ring at the gym. I had placed them in my shoes thinking, "surely I'll see them there and remember to put them in my bag before I leave." Somehow I remembered to get my wedding band but not the diamond ring. Thankfully, a kind, compassionate soul found the ring that night. She left a message with the gym for them to pass her phone number to whoever came looking for the ring. Problem - the gym lost her name and phone number. 

The gym allowed me to post fliers in the ladies' locker room on Friday, and by Saturday morning I received a call from Jennifer. Thank God for kind finders who take pity on hapless losers.

Special Olympics

Thanks to a friend, Mike and I got connected with the Special Olympics' summer games which were held in Richmond June 6-7. We had the extreme honor of escorting a group of 11 pentathletes to their various events, and even with the brutal heat we had an awesome time! Here are some shots from the days.

Jo-seth clearing the high jump bar.

Tony (in back) and Amir run for the finish line.

Carlos the kangaroo. This guy was awesome! He ran the 100 in 13.1 seconds, jumped 4'7" and won every event in the pentathlon. 

This guy was last in his heat during the 100 meter race, but the crowd cheered as though he were the first to cross the line.

Katie (in back) and Abria head for the finish line.

Shakib, Danilo, Jonathan, Carlos and Michael - friends more than competitors.

Camera fun

I'm trying to learn how to use the aperture and shutter speed features on my camera, so I took it out this evening to see what I could capture.

My only complaint with the Canon Powershot is that it tends to focus on what it wants when I zoom in. Not so great when there are multiple objects in the shot and you are wanting to focus on only one item.

Night of the Bat

You can't make this stuff up! Last night we were chilling in our living room with Ethan the intern, when lo and behold we were swooped upon by a bat. Yes. A friggin bat. We have no idea how the thing got into the house. But thanks to Ethan's quick thinking and a pair of sturdy work gloves, he was able to remove the bat from the house.

I should mention that my husband ran from the room like a girl. I hid under a blanket.

My Doppelganger

This video is great for 2 reasons:

1. the lady looks like me on a bad hair day

2. the lady makes things up, just like me :)

Language Barrier

I think what we have here is a failure to communicate!

Hiking Ft. Pickins

We rode the sea doo a few miles from our hotel to an old fort that originally was constructed during the Spanish-American War. Ft. Pickins also played a role in the Civil War and WWII (it's interesting to see the varying construction/architectural details from each era). Sadly, the fort also served as a jail to a few dozen Apache Indians during the late 1800s. Here are some shots from our excursion ...

As a note, to obey the cannon's orders to "keep off gun" I crawled beneath the cart it is sitting on and stood up in just the right place to be photographed. I also didn't actually touch the gun just in case it was rigged with alarms :)

Photos of Beach and Croquet

Mike's Transition to the Sea

Hit that ball!

Yay, mom!

Dad distracted by Willie

Group shot

We played 3 rounds, and I think my dad won 2 of them. Yeah, we won't hear the last of this for a while.

Fatal Dinner

I inherited my odd sense of humor from my dad. That should tell you something about him. Anyway, last night we had some excess spaghetti sauce, so my dad decided to create a safari. Here are the results.

Unfortunately, one didn't survive.

You Asked for It

Mike has been banned from work. Despite the fact that his dr says he most likely doesn't have noro, they still won't let him in the building due to his continuing symptoms.

Yesterday, I began developing a sore throat with lots of icky sinus junk. As is typical for me, the ick began trickling down my throat and into my belly. I started getting nauseated in the afternoon and had to make a mad dash for the loo. Thus, I too was blacklisted from work. I tried explaining that the nausea was tied to a cold, not noro, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

I felt really bad for the maintenance folks who were called in to quarantine the bathroom in which I had relieved myself. They had to do a thorough scrubbing of every surface. THEN they had to go to my desk to clean everything there, too. Geez. I guess I understand the need to be super cautious, but I didn't think so much fuss would be made over one little expulsion. I did hear that someone else in my area got sick today, but I claim no responsibility for it!

Oh, and we made local news. Yay for us :) 

Prayer for Pets

I've been racking my brain for topics to post about. I guess I could show you the stack of paperwork we received from the adoption agency so you could see the 10 lbs of information we have to provide - but that's boring. Or, I could tell you all about the Norovirus that infected 100 people at work, forcing us to close down for 2 days so they could decontaminate our work area. Oh - and my husband got it, too. But that's kind of gross. 

Instead, I thought I'd share with you photos of my dogs. Hey, Mother's Day is around the corner, and right now these mongrels are all I got in the way of children. I will offer this prayer request, too. Mike and I are talking about going to Spain next year for 2 years, and we'll need a foster home for these mutts while we're gone. So please begin praying now that we'll find the right home for these lovable critters (they really are sweeties!)

Heidi, who is wild at heart

Rolling in the dirt is her favorite past time

She can get so filthy!

Dakota is a few years older than Heidi, and is her complete opposite. Dakota is camera shy, and tends to be timid. Whereas Heidi would jump first and look later, Dakota is very cautious. In many ways, Heidi reflects my personality and Dakota mirrors Mike.

Could we be Wrong

Global warming and being "green" are all the rage now, but it seems like we may have jumped too early onto anything that hinted at helping the earth. Case in point, Time magazine reports that ethanol may not be the boon we thought it was. I think National Geographic had a similar report not too long ago. In fact, Time has this chilling information:

" ... by diverting grain and oilseed crops from dinner plates to fuel tanks, biofuels are jacking up world food prices and endangering the hungry. The grain it takes to fill an SUV tank with ethanol could feed a person for a year. Harvests are being plucked to fuel our cars instead of ourselves."

I am all for saving the environment, but it seems like there should be a way we can do that without stealing food from the hungry.

Adoption Decisions

Mike and I met with a representative from Children's Home Society, a local non-profit agency that facilitates adoption of infants and older children in Virginia. They're a fairly small operation - they placed only 26 children last year - but they seem very passionate about the children with whom they are entrusted. Monday night we'll meet with a rep. from Bethany Christian Adoption Services,  a national agency that serves to help Christian families adopt. Currently, we're leaning toward pursuing a domestic infant adoption, but we've just started the investigative process regarding adoption and may decide to do something entirely different. 

From what we've heard, the entire process can take up to a year (sometimes more).

Please pray for us as we try to discern God's will in this. We have so many decisions to make in this whole process, and we truly want to know what to do and when. Honestly, my greatest fear is that we would be chosen by a birth parent, only to have the adoption fall through. Given our past experiences, I'm just not sure I could handle such disappointment again.

Wrenched Heart

Today I heard that one of the brothers of our former foster son was forced to leave the home. To give back story: Mike and I cared for a 17-month-old precious boy for about 9 months a few years ago. Brandon had several half siblings from various fathers, but he was close to two brothers in particular. Around the 7 month mark, Brandon's brothers were moved to a home that was willing to adopt them. We were reassured by our social worker that there were no plans to move Brandon, and that they were proceeding with severing parental rights so the boys could be adopted. Two months after that conversation, our social worker scheduled a meeting to tell us she had changed her mind about Brandon, and she was going to move him to the other home. We were devastated, crushed, furious, confused and pierced. 

My one comfort was knowing that Brandon would be reunited with his brothers, whom he loved dearly. The rest I entrusted into God's care.

Well, turns out that Brandon's oldest brother became a wee violent with his foster mother (soon-to-be adoptive mother) and he was kicked out of the home.

There's not a single part of my heart that is happy about this. I feel grieved for the brother, whose life has now become infinitely more complicated. I feel vindicated in that perhaps the social worker may finally see that her perfect plan wasn't so fool-proof. I wonder why it all played out this way and how Brandon is coping with this sudden change to his life. And I hope even stronger that Brandon and his brothers will someday find the love and security they deserve, despite the efforts of social services.

4,000: Not Just Another Number

Dick Cheney recently gave an interview with ABC News correspondent, Martha Raddatz. She started the interview by asking what affect the 4,000 US casualties in Iraq might have on the war. He replied:

... the biggest burden is carried by President George W. Bush, who made the decision to commit US troops to war, and reminded the public that U.S. troops in Iraq and Afghanistan volunteered for duty.

I wonder if good ole Dick knows how heartless such a comment looks in print.