We are whiplash…

We are whiplashed between an arrogant overestimation of ourselves and a senile underestimation of ourselves. – Parker Palmer

I think what scares me the most is success (because things will change that are out of my control), and the second thing that scares me senseless is thinking that I will never be able to grasp that success (and then nothing will ever change). It comes down to wanting to maintain your comfort level in the mundane and striving to move yourself from ordinary to extraordinary. Of course, that all depends on what your definition of success is.

Mine is quite a bit different from the dictionary’s definition.

What prompted this change of mood from my previous post of complaining about the hot summer weather?

I was watching Courtney Martin give a talk on TedTalks. Her talk “Courtney Martin: Reinventing Feminism”, was definitely inspiring and gave me a lot of food for thought. (http://www.ted.com/talks/courtney_martin_reinventing_feminism.html)

To sum it up, and possibly give you a few things to think about, I’d like to outline the three paradoxes she talked about.

Paradox 1: Rejecting the past and then promptly reclaiming it.

Paradox 2: Sobering up about our smallness and maintaining faith in our Greatness.

Paradox 3: Aiming to succeed wildly and being fulfilled by failing really well.

She then goes on to tell everyone that we should do a few things: Embrace the Paradox, Act in the face of overwhelm, and Love people well. Very wise words, in my opinion.

I wish I could thank her in person for the wonderful talk she gave. The website that she co-edits: Feministing.com, is actually well received and I enjoyed paroozing the site and reading different articles.

I can’t say that I am the standard textbook version of a feminist. Probably far from it. I believe in gender equality and the greatness we can achieve if both male and female and every shade of gender in between worked together and supported one another fully. I believe that if a woman wants to stay home and take care of her family instead of work a 9-5, she shouldn’t be labeled with an outdated and inappropriately used stereotype. Same goes for if she is the CEO of a company. Same goes for men. In my mind its really just that simple. You don’t have to be a loud activist to hold the same views; and labels only get you so far.

That being said, I hope you – my lovely readers – will go check it out and tell me what you think in the comment section below.

If you have any other links or lectures and whatnot that you would like to share – please do! I would love to check it out!

Hugs, Kisses, Love for all,

Aurora

 

She is a pint-sized she devil in disguise as my little sister…

She terrifies me.

She is only a couple of years younger than me. She is tiny, olive skinned, with great hair and an obsession with shoes that borders a serious fetish.

She is one of my younger sisters and dear gawd does she know how to kick ass…

If she was an anime character, several years younger and all Japanese instead of just part, she would look a lot like this:

That thing she is holding...yeah...its something to beat me with.

That thing she is holding…yeah…its something to beat me with.

After she takes me to my dreaded physical and doctors appointment, we are laying on my bed talking about this and that when she looks me dead in the eyes and says, “Let’s talk about your schedule for the day.”

Fuck balls. She’s about to lay down the law.

“You need to pick up your prescription after Curious George gets home, work for a couple hours in your office, and then you owe me a chapter by tomorrow.”

Oh, yeah. Forgot I hired her to be my personal assistant/ editor/ ass kicker extraordinaire.

She follows it up by saying that it better get done before she gets home after her shift at the salon because we will be hitting the gym later tonight.

Again. Fuck balls.

This girl means business.

I walk her outside, tell her I love her and watch her unlock her car. Just before she gets in the car she informs me:

“By the way, if you don’t get that chapter done by tomorrow, you have to complete two of them. I was going to give you a day off on Saturday and say the next one is due by Sunday night since we have that last Adoption class to go to, but if you don’t get it done….you’ll owe me two chapters.” And with a deceptively cheerful wave and a quick, “Love you, bye!” she drove off.

How can someone so tiny be so intimidating?

So I been working in my office for the past few hours. The evil pixie herself is due home in about 15 minutes.

I better hop to it. She has great shoes, but they aren’t fun at all when being kicked up one’s ass.

Wishing I was Harriet Potter and had an amazing magic wand,

Aurora

We can't help that we're fabulous.

We can’t help that we’re fabulous.

Curious George, I’m putting this up on the fridge.

Babe,

Gonna frame this and put it on the fridge. Hope you have a great day at work. Love you bye.
Xxxooo,
Aurora
P.s. I seriously got a huge kick out of seeing you in all your mexi-glory cleaning the backyard last night with your socks pulled up, shorts low, and a muscle shirt on. Sexy. As. Fuck. XD lol

P.s.s. I’m just jealous.

The backyard looks great btw. 🙂

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Adoption updates, cat hair, and the inevitable realization that we will never have enough money.

Lets start with cat hair. It’s the simplest of the topics. It’s also everywhere – and I do mean everywhere.

I open the cabinet to the pots and pans – there’s cat hair.

I open my panty drawer – cat hair.

The food pantry – just the cat this time – accompanied by a small mound of cat hair.

I take the dog treats down from the top of the refrigerator and open them to find….wait for it…..wwaaaaiiiitttt fffooorrr iiiiitttt……dog treats! Covered in cat hair!

I get into the car to drive across town only to hop out of the car and – YOU GUESSED IT – I’m covered in cat hair. (Which is strange considering the cats are indoor cats and I brushed a lint roller all over myself prior to leaving.)

I open my laptop only to find!!!!!!!!!! CAT HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Damn cats.

I had nice microfiber dark green couches once…they are now combination white, gray, and black fur covered couches.

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Little bastards….those are the actual culprits above…

But I’m not bitter. Moving on.

Adoption updates: (I have still not found a way to do what I want to do to link two blogs to my one site. I will figure it out later. In the meantime, I will just update them here and then move them over to the other page link on the site.)

So, as for the adoption, Curious George (my husband) and I are in our last two weeks or so before the home study is finished. I had my one-on-one interview with the social worker, my physical is next week, class #3 and #4 are this Saturday and next Saturday respectively, and our paperwork went through just fine. We are just waiting on a few more things to come back from the state and then we are good.

Also, our social worker is amazing. Totally nice and non-threatening. Curious George’s one on one interview with her was only about an hour and half tops…mine was three hours.

I talk too damn much.

Anyway, our wonderful social worker will also be coming by the house in a few days and then again a week or so later. Hopefully I can get everything done to the house that needs doing on time. We have our couples interview then as well. Hopefully she thinks we are as awesome together as we are individually.

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We still need to go get a few things from Lowe’s. And unfortunately, we are going to need new carpet. There is no repairing the damage previous roommates have done to it. I wouldn’t want our kids to have to walk on it, let alone look at it.

So that’s pretty much it this week. We are just hauling things and finishing up the last of the yard work. We are leaving the man cave and my office the same instead of moving everything out of those two rooms – the social worker said it would be better if we didn’t go all cray-cray and get stuff we might not need until placement.

She actually said cray-cray. Love her.

Domestic adoption sure is quicker than international adoption. She said we might even be placed and have the kids in the house by September….

Dear god. September. We were thinking Christmas time.

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You’re welcome, nerds.

When I told my sister about this (who also lives in the house with us), her response was comical. “Birthday present for Curious George.” Wouldn’t that just be epic?

“Happy Birthday honey! Oh look, CYFD just pulled up with our children in the backseat! Suprise!”

Not gonna lie – I definitely had a moment of panic filled shock after I heard that one. I hear its normal though. There is just so much to do and to prepare. It’s exciting, exhausting, and adventure filled – and it will continue to be once we are actually placed.

That’s when you know you’re on the right track. Your mind is full of doubts, but your heart keeps beating, pulling you in the direction your feet are taking you. I have faith that things will work out for the best and that we are exactly where we need to be.

Next topic!

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Stupid broke. That’s how broke we are. When we have kids we will be moved up to MORBIDLY BROKE – which is like stupid broke, only multiplied by the number of mouths you have to feed.

But do people ever really have enough money? I hear the saying, “Mo’ money mo’ problems.” First off, who the frack is Mo? And why does he have so many money problems? Balance your checkbook, bro.

I’ve been multiplying everything by three recently – followed by my eyes popping out of my head at the sheer magnitude of what we are about to go through. The numbers add up only if one of us eats Ramen noodles four times a week lol. Just kidding, it isn’t that bad. But I tend to process chance in the pessimistic side of things when it comes to money.

Second, I’m thinking about fundraising for the money we would need to make the last few changes to the house. Has anybody ever used Indiegogo.com or other fundraising sites? If so, if you can let me know how that worked out for you I would really appreciate it.

Alright, laundry waits for no woman. Need to go change that and make dinner.

Topic of the day – Whether you have adopted internationally or domestically, I would really like to hear how the process went for you. Was it atrocious? Was it magical like unicorns farting sparkles? Did you adopt one or a sibling group?

And final question – Do you still have all your hair or did you pull it out from the stress?

XOXOXXOXOXOXOXOXOXOOXOX,

Aurora

Graduation

I’m moments away from getting the two degrees I worked so hard to get. I hope that I made everyone proud and I wanted to thank those who helped support me along the way. I don’t have time right now to leave you with more than the following passage, but know that I am thinking of you all with love, respect, and gratitude.

One day I said to God —
I’m going to search
For the meaning to my existence
I’m going to find the talent within me
Then develop it to the best of my ability
And I’m going to make the most of this Life
That I have been given
And I’m going to do this
Without infringing upon anyone else’s
Opportunity to do the same
And God replied
‘I couldn’t ask for anything more'”

-Javan

Love,

Aurora
Xoxoxoxo

I’m working on it.

This inspired me…. I’m so inspired I’m going to go pick up “sick people food” as my husband is sick and not feeling well. Then I’m going to clean the front and back yards. Maybe make a trip to the dump to haul everything away. And then maybe, just maybe, I’ll do some homework and write.

But let’s be real here. Inspiration only lasts as long you let it. I wonder if I can inspire the cat do the dishes and the dogs to sweep and mop. 🙂

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