Archive for August, 2010

a happy little moment

So I have this dream that one day I will be walking through some airport and will see my book in someone’s hand as she sits and reads until it is time to board.  Now, this is a terribly impractical dream as I haven’t yet (like that optimistic yet) written a book that really lends itself to airplane travel but a girl can dream, right?  Anyway, I had an almost as good as the airplane gate moment the other day. 

I was walking up to the library to return a book and check out another when I noticed that a man, probably about my age, was sitting on the bench in front of the library and seemed to be trying to place me.  I assessed him, nope, don’t know him, and figured he’d come to that same realization as I got a bit closer.  Instead, he slammed his hand on his knee and said, “I just read your book for the second time last week.” 

You can imagine that seeing this unknown 35 year old white man profess to reading my book for the second time was a bit of surprise.

“My book?”  I asked. 

“Yes, your book,” he answered definitely.  Nonetheless, I am scouring my brain to try and figure out who he thinks I am because he obviously has me mixed up with someone else in town and there are enough writers in our town (although the Latina element in this puzzle is a complicating one) that it’s possible. 

“It came out about three years ago, right?”  He asks and I nod. 

“Some friends told me I just had to buy it, and I thought, ‘but this book isn’t for a man’ but I bought it anyway and I read it and it is so good.  And last weekend when I was looking for a book to read and saw it on the shelf, I decided to read it again.  You’re a great writer.” 

Startled, I thank him and then introduce myself before shuffling into the library with a little boost of pride. 

Writers live in such vaccums.  We don’t have co-workers who can tell us “atta girl” really and so we just have to count on our self-assessment that we’ve done decent work, the occassional ‘good job’ from an editor who is drowing under so much work that they don’t really have time to layer on praise in between constructive feedback, and the very vague, “I saw your article in such and such” that a neighbor will scream to you at the grocery store that you have no idea how to answer because it is just a fact and not a compliment or criticism.  So we jar up the emails and comments we get from readers to know that we’re headed in the right direction and when something like the unknown man greets you at the library, we especially relish it.  I don’t know that the airport scene I envision will ever happen so I’ll settle for the guy at the library in my town who is so not my target audience, and yet liked the book because I think it probably feels pretty similar even without the backdrop of 737s.

August 31, 2010 at 7:44 pm 1 comment

Early Bird Registration for beautiful you. the workshop

I just realized that the early bird price for beautiful you. the workshop goes up tomorrow so I wanted to remind you, too.  If you want to get the early bird price, email me your registration form today to and mail your check to arrive by Saturday.  Hope you can join us! 

beautiful you. the workshop is a one-day self-awareness and empowerment retreat based on Beautiful You: A Daily Guide to Radical Self-Acceptance.  Led by Rosie Molinary*, participants will use writing exercises from selected journal prompts, guided discussion in small groups, quiet reflection, gentle movement like stretching and meditative walking, and art to create an action plan for how to care for, champion, and treat their whole selves well.

With a focus on authentic living, the core activities of the day give participants practical and inspirational tools (like journaling and creating vision boards) to fully live lives of their own choosing.  Participants will also be introduced to five guiding principles that they can use in guiding their focus and leading their attention away from their physical self.  In addition to individual, small group, and large group exercises, participants will enjoy a tranquil setting at the Starrette Farm, a beautiful private homestead spanning 50 acres of rolling woodland and walking trails just 5 minutes off the I-40 and I-77 intersection in Statesville, North Carolina.  Morning goodies, lunch, and afternoon snacks will be provided by Nikki Moore, the owner of Food Love and a personal chef. 

 beautiful you. the workshop is a  practical and inspirational day that provides women of all ages support and motivation in a safe, non-judgmental, inspirational environment for championing their own emotional and physical well-being in order to move forward in discovering and living the lives they were meant to live.  Space is limited to no more than 20 participants in order to ensure a quality experience for every participant.   

November 6, 2010

9 am until 5:30 pm

Statesville, North Carolina

Early bird price of $100.00 includes lunch and snacks.  The price goes up to $125 on September 1 and $150 on October 1.   

To register, please complete the beautiful you workshop registration form and mail it along with your check to Rosie Molinary, PO Box 695, Davidson, NC 28036.  A minimum of 14 participants are needed for the workshop to be held.  Email me at with any questions.  Checks will not be cashed until after October 1 (and only after the course has reached it’s minimum participant level).       

Please bring a journal for reflection and a favorite pen.  Feel free to bring a copy of Beautiful You: A Daily Guide to Radical Self-Acceptance.  If you want to purchase a copy of Beautiful You to pick-up at the retreat, please add $15 to your registration check.       

Checks should be made payable to Rosie Molinary. 

Bio:  Rosie Molinary has been leading workshops and retreats for over ten years.  An author, speaker, and teacher with a focus on authentic living, she specializes in encouraging individuals to explore, integrate, and solidify their voices in order to empower them with their own truth, confidence, hope, passion and action.  Rosie’s second book, Beautiful You: A Daily Guide to Radical Self Acceptance, will be published in October 2010 by Seal Press.  Hijas Americanas, her book on Latina body image in America, was published by Seal Press in June 2007. In addition to writing, she teaches a course on body image at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte and speaks on body image, diversity, self-awareness, social justice and writing around the country.

August 31, 2010 at 6:27 am Leave a comment

a little sunshine

Thought I’d offer a quick Sunshine Project Update.  When I remember to fill out the chart , it’s a great tool for me to make sure that I deliberately include things that I really enjoy or that give me a spark into each day (and that list has grown from your suggestions and from remembering things that I enjoy).  Most days, I am able to squeeze in more than five things into my day but I just stop at five once I’ve gotten those down because I just want to focus on getting the five sunshiney things in, anything else is bonus.  Below is the chart that takes me from last Thursday through this Monday. 

Are you doing  the Sunshine Project or a version of it?  If so, how is it going for you?    

Sunshine Project 

  #1 #2 #3 #4 #5

8 hours of sleep


Playing with Happy


Talking to a friend




Reading a good book


Celebrating Life




Cooking at home/ Fresh Food  


Time with someone special


Taking photographs




8 hours of sleep


Dressing up




Being productive




Playing with Happy/ Celebrating Life  




Watching Football


Taking photographs


Reading a good book




Playing with Happy


Driving in the Countryside


Early morning walk


8 hours of sleep*  Solitude*  Early morning walk*  Reading a good book*  Listening to good music*  Sleeping in*  Time at the ocean*  Yoga*  Meditation/Prayer*  Fresh food* Cooking at home*  Being creative just to be creative* Downsizing*  Change of scenery*  Hot Tea* Talking to a friend* Playing with Happy*  Sunshine*  Cardio*  Lifting Weights*  Watching football*  A New Challenge* Driving in the countryside*  Nap*  Dressing Up*  Being Kind, Helpful* Being Productive*  Time with Someone Special* Weeding* Organizing * Taking photographs* Being in nature* Laughing* Stretching* Massage* Teaching* Celebrating Life

August 30, 2010 at 7:06 pm Leave a comment

Go Green with Jodi Helmer

Jodi Helmer is the author of three books including The Green Year: 365 Small Things You Can Do to Make a Big Difference and freelances for a variety of magazines and web-sites.  Because so many of us want to do the right thing for the environment and, yet, are intimidated by making it happen, Helmber came up with a way to make that commitment in 365 manageable, affordable steps.  In addition to writing, Jodi is rescuing dogs, mentoring young Latinas, teaching writing, and making art.  Because she is so inspiring and because The Green Year is a great book for each of us to own and operate from and give to others, I asked Jodi to share some of her experience with us.     
How did your interest in sustainable living and environmental issues develop? 
Looking back, I can see that my interest in sustainable living and environmental issues developed without me even realizing it was happening. I lived in Portland, Oregon, from 2000 to 2007 and the things I loved best about the city were the farmers markets, restaurants with an organic/local/Fair Trade focus, local shops, bike culture, awesome public transit…all things that are such a huge part of a sustainable lifestyle. To be honest, I took them for granted. It wasn’t until I moved to Charlotte, North Carolina, that I really realized how important those amenities were, not only to my quality of life but to the environment as a whole. It was definitely one of those “don’t-know-what-you’ve-got-until-it’s-gone” realizations. 
When and why did you decide to translate that love into The Green Year? 
When I moved to Charlotte, I realized that Portland was a green utopia and it was much harder to be eco-friendly in other parts of the country. I’d lament to friends about the lack of curbside recycling in my neighborhood or the number of vendors at the farmers market who were selling imported and out-of-season produce or the way the bag boy at the supermarket gave me an odd look when I handed him my canvas bags. Every time I complained, I heard the same thing: “It’s so expensive and difficult and time-consuming to go green.” I knew that wasn’t the case. I figured writing a book was a safer option than screaming the message from my rooftop. (Plus, I live in a small neighborhood and only a few people would have heard me)!

What was your favorite part of writing The Green Year?                                                                                                                                                                                                                   The research. I’m such a research nerd. I loved digging up statistics on how much paper it would save if we all stopped taking our receipts at the ATM. (For the record, if every American declined their ATM receipt, it would save a roll of paper more than 2 billion feet long, which is enough to circle the equator 15 times). I think the research I was able to dig up helps to really show people how the small things really do make a big difference.
 What would you say to encourage someone to try and live with more eco-consciousness?                                                                                                                                                            Just start. Do one thing. You don’t have to solve the climate crisis on your own (though if you think you have a solution, please step forward). The little things really do make a big difference. Turn off the water when you brush your teeth, switch your light bulbs to CFLs, use the “cold” cycle on the washing machine — and then talk to others about what you’re doing and how simple it is. I think the green message can be spread just like it was in the 80s shampoo commercials — you tell a friend and they’ll tell a friend and so on and so on…
 Some issues we discuss on a regular basis on this blog are self-awareness and community engagement.  Given that, what community issues most speak to you?                                    Ironically, the community issue I’m most passionate about has nothing to do with being green: I’m very involved with dog rescue. I volunteer at adoption events, help raise awareness and funds and foster dogs until they find their forever families. I think the way we treat animals speaks volumes about our society. Right now, we’re doing a poor job. Mecklenburg County, where I live, euthanized 12,000 animals during the last fiscal year. Responsible pet ownership, including spaying/neutering, is essential. I also advocate for rescuing pets, not purchasing them at pet stores. I have a pack of three dogs (two dachshunds and a lab mix) that I adore. 

And what do you most appreciate about yourself?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   I have a big heart. 

What do you wish all women knew?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Great question! I wish all women knew that we have the power to achieve our wildest dreams; that it’s much more fun and more fulfilling to dig into life and get messy than it is to sit on the sidelines.


August 29, 2010 at 7:26 pm Leave a comment

So Long One, Hello Two

Well, the littlest kid turns 2 today.  We’ll celebrate with an end of the bed present ( a fun little something for him to open to start the day), a grandparent’s lunch at our house, and some Happy’s choice time in the  morning and afternoon.  My guess is that Happy’s choice will look like this: park in the morning and pool in the afternoon, but we’ll see.  On Saturday, we’ll celebrate with some friends at a local park.  

As you’ve heard 100 times, I tried my hand this year at taking a daily picture of Happy.  The end result was going to be a video of Happy’s first year but when I went to put together the video, I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of photos.  So, instead, I used all the photos to pick from and create this great round up of his first year- representative of the tears, the smiles, and the moments of Happy’s 2nd year on the planet in three minutes.  While we’re celebrating Happy’s birth, his birth parents, his delighftul addition to our lives, and all that stuff, we invite you to say goodbye to one and hello to two along with us!       

And for you clsoe watchers, yep, we were matched with Happy 2 years ago last week and today we’re celebrating Happy’s 2nd birthday.  How did that happen, eh?  Did we happen to have an all-knowing adoption agency director?  Nah.  Ethiopia operates on a completely different calendar system (it’s 2002 in Ethiopia) and, for many people in Ethiopia, date is not the guide that it is for us here.  Hence, there was no birthdate on record when Happy entered into care and the embassy doctor who chose a date for Happy’s birth several months after he was born, chose August 26th and that is what it is on his birth certificat.  We believe Happy was at least a week old when we were matched on August 22nd and so his actual birth likely happened at least 11 days before we celebrate his birth, but that discrepancy isn’t a significant stress for us.  In fact, we know families who have adopted older children whose actual age are four or five years different from what is on their birth certificate. It’s just one of those things that can happen in international adoption.   

A few friends took some of these photos so many thanks to Jodi Merck, Jane Campbell, Lisa Uken, and Jenn Kramer for sharing photos of Happy with us over the year.

August 25, 2010 at 7:38 pm 7 comments

Random Bits

Bit # 1  So, last week’s field trip was to Discovery Place, the kid’s discovery and science museum in Charlotte.  When you walk in, one of the first areas you reach is a little play place complete with a toddler area, water table, Legos Wall, etc.  It’s pretty thrilling (and overwhelming).  We walked in and immediately moved into the toddler area where one corner was made up of a padded floor with a little twelve inch padded barrier around it.  Happy quickly honed in on this location being the perfect place for dive bombing.  What is dive bombing?  Well, it is where an almost 2 year old boy throws himself, for no apparent reason other than the comic thrill of it, to the floor with all the force he can muster.  So the padded floor was a plus for the landing.  But an even bigger plus, the twelve inch wall that would allow him to dive bomb even more dramatically.  As soon as Happy hits the floor in the dive bombing venture, he is cracking up.  It unnerves me to have Happy do this, but, seriosuly, he only does it on carpeted or padded surfaces and so has met no ill fate with it and, hence, there is no stopping him.  I could try to stop him but I assure you that not one of us will recover anytime soon from the hysterical shrieking that takes place with said attempt.  So, if he’s near no one else and doing it on a safe surface, I do not try to stop him.  Really, that’s a favor to everyone involved. 

Soon, a cute little mom with her cute little pearl-necklace-wearing 16-month-oldish daughter came into the space and she sat her daughter down on the opposite side of the padded area.  Happy was still nowhere near them so I let him continue to do his thing.  The little girl sat in the corner with her little starfish hands clasped in her lap.  She sweetly looked around, surveying the scene, not moving, not making a peep.  I looked at my friend, “I would pay cash money for that to be my life for just five minutes.” 

And then Happy divebombed.  That sweet little girl with the pearls didn’t even flinch.  Her mom, however, audibly gasped.  He divebombed again. Again, she gasped.  Back and forth they went, the divebomb, the gasp, the divebomb, the gasp.  I do not think that mom would pay cash money for that to be her life for five minutes. 

Bit #2  When I go work out, Happy goes to the childwatch program at the gym.  Last week, I picked Happy up after my workout and the woman said, “I told someone this morning that he’s either going to be a doctor because he examines everything so carefully or the Wal-Mart greeter because he says hello to every kid that walks in here and gets their name right.”  Happy is funny that way.  He says Hello and Goodbye to every person and every thing, repeatedly, even the garage when we’re pulling out of it.  “Bye bye garage,” he’ll chant from the backseat.  And when we leave the gym, he hollers to the women at the front desk, “bye bye, ladies.”  I told BF the story and so he asked Happy if he wanted to be a doctor or the Wal-Mart greeter at breakfast the next day.  “Wah-maht greetuh,” Happy told him and waved both arms dramatically in the air. 

Bit # 3 So, the comedy of errors that is our parenting has a new chapter.  It was BF’s night to cook the other night (BF’s night to cook means that we are predominantly using the grill for dinner because I generally do not want to be responsible for anything that I can tragically malfunction).  He’d been home for a bit before making any moves for the kitchen and so I said, “Hey, ya wanna get started with dinner?”  “Where are we eating?” He asked and when he’s like that, it’s better to just not fight it.  So we decided on a place that serves a fast-Meditterean inspired menu and BF headed out the door with Happy, hollering over this shoulder, “Get his shoes, would ya?”  You betcha. 

Driving down the road, Happy started coughing (he doesn’t have a cold or anything, maybe some milk down the wrong windpipe) and, sure enough, because the kid has the easiest gag reflex, he hurled.  Frankly, you can pretty much guarantee that if Happy coughs three times in quick succession, there will be hurling (yes, that was the other half of our infancy double whammy– chronic sleeplessness and dramatic hurling.  Jealous, aren’t you?).  So, I crawled in the backseat and started sponging the kid down.  When we got to the restaurant, I reached in the trunk to get BF’s diaper bag to grab whatever back-up oufit I had packed in there at some point.  And the back-up outfit was… aged 12-18 months and suited for December.  But we were at the restaurant and after cleaning up after Happy, neither of us was in the mood to cook so we pulled the sweatshirt and bluejeans on Hap.  Those blue jeans came to just below Happy’s knees.  I was just beginning to laugh at the whole ridiciulousness of the situation when BF asked for Happy’s shoes which could be found back at home where I left them.  While BF pulled Happy out of his car seat and walked into the restaurant, I laid back and just laughed until the tears came because, seriously, what the heck else are you going to do?

The icing on top?  Though we are two towns away from where we live and have never seen anyone we know is this restaurant, BF sees a couple he worked with the week before we left to get Happy.  “Oh, there’s that beautiful boy we heard so much about,” the wife calls before moving over to us to meet the wretched-smelling little boy in the ill-fitting and seasonally inappropriate clothing.

August 24, 2010 at 7:11 pm 5 comments

Become a M’ija before September 1!

Alright, we’re in the last full week of Circle de Luz recruitment so I need to make one final plug.  Thanks for considering! 

Circle De Luz radically empowers young Latinas by supporting and inspiring them in the pursuit of their possibilities through extensive mentoring, programming, and scholarship funds for further education.   You can help us achieve our goals by joining our giving circle today!   

In September, we will select the Circle de Luz Class of 2016 from the current seventh graders at Albemarle Middle School in Charlotte, North Carolina to begin the program.  From now until the girls reach high school graduation, we will support them with mentoring and comprehensive programming to help them achieve their goal of graduating from high school and pursuing further education.  When they graduate from high school and enroll in the educational opportunity of their choice, we will support them with a minimum of a $5,000 scholarship provided to them by women, we call them M’ijas, from all over the country that pool their resources in a giving circle for the six years the girls are finishing their secondary education. 

We need your help in radically empowering these young women to live the lives they have imagined. So far, we have enough M’ijas to select four girls into the program and we’re hoping to have at least one more.  M’ijas can have any background and can live anywhere.  As a M’ija, you make a commitment to donate a minimum of $90 a year for six years to the scholarship fund that will support the Class of 2016’s Hijas (our scholarship recipients who are selected as seventh graders).  You do not need to make your donation for the 2010-2011 school year at this time.  In fact, all we need right now is your Letter of Commitment.  We then ask that ½ of your year’s commitment be paid by September 15 and the other half by March 15, 2011 (don’t worry, we’ll send you a reminder when the time comes!).  All scholarship donations are placed in a CD or money market account designated for our Class of 2016 Hijas so interest can begin to accrue and provide them with an even more robust scholarship by the time they graduate.  You are welcome to mail or scan and email by following the directions on the form.  Please take a look at our video at to understand why this effort is so important.  Thank you for considering joining our team!   


Important statistics:

Latinos have the highest dropout rate of all racial and ethnic groups. 

Dropouts have an average annual income of $22,000. High school graduates will earn an additional $300,000 over the course of their career. College graduates will earn $2.1million in a lifetime.

Adolescent girls who had a serious school failure- like dropping out- are significantly more likely to suffer a severe bout of depression.  In fact, thirty-three percent of girls who drop out later become depressed.  Researchers believe this might be because girls more acutely suffer the worst consequences after dropping out like higher poverty levels, higher dependence on public assistance, and lower rates of job stability.                                                           

 Latinas between the ages of 12-17 are more likely to attempt to take their life than any other group.  Twenty-five percent say they have thought about it.  Fifteen percent have attempted suicide. 

A third of Latinas who dropped out cited marriage or pregnancy as the reason.                                          

Fifty-three percent of Latinas will become pregnant at least once before the age of 20.                                       

Thank you for helping us radically empower the lives of girls!   

August 23, 2010 at 7:26 pm Leave a comment

A little self-appreciation, please

On Friday, I head back to school.  I’ll have 45 students in my seminar and we’ll spend 3 hours together every Friday morning discussing body image, how it is formed, why it matters, what can be done to improve it on a micro and macro level.  They’ll write papers, like their very first assignment: a body image autobiography.  They will go on a media diet (the only time dieting is okay, in my opinion- well, actually, I also approve of spending diets) and then tell me all about the torture I inflicted on them with that assignment.  They will analyze magazines from cover lines to ads.  They will, I hope, develop a critical eye towards the messaging they receive and an increasing confidence in their ability to discern what is right for them. 

But it all starts with that autobiography.  On Friday, I’ll walk in wearing my purple linen dress (already picked out, yes) and with a stack of papers to hand out and after we all introduce ourselves, sharing why we’re there and the last movie we saw, we’ll review the body image autobiography assignment.  And while I’ll move on to having them mince words over what body image means, what impacts it, etc, they’ll be thinking in the back of their minds aboutr how they are going to answer these questions I have posed to them. 

Here is what I will have told them to start out explaining the assignment:  Self-awareness is a powerful thing, especially in light of body image.  The more you know and understand about yourself, the more prepared you are to address your own body image issues.  The autobiogrpahy is created to help you gain self-awareness.  There are no right or wrong answers— only the need to explore and consider deeply rather than superficially.  This exercise is for you.  Don’t write anything to impress.  Answer the questions quickly, instinctively, without forcing anything.  If you can’t come up with an answer for one of the questions, move on, and then come back to it. 

And then they’ll see these first two questions.  Simple enough on the surface, but maybe so complicated for some of them underneath:

Describe yourself. 

 What do you most appreciate about yourself?  About what are you most confident? 

So, in the spirit of beginnings, a spirit that washes over me every late August as people of all ages go back to school, I pose question number 2 to you:

What do you most appreciate about yourself?  About what are you most confident?

August 22, 2010 at 7:13 pm Leave a comment

the day our world changed…

Here is what I know: that any way a family comes together, that a child comes into our lives, is a miracle. 

It is a Friday morning in late August.  In a week, I will start teaching again, after a hiatus of a few years.  In a few hours, BF and I will go to lunch with friends who have adopted from Ethiopia.  It is the first of several conversations we have planned to learn about both domestic and international adoption.  We scheduled it after coming home from the beach in early August, when we walked the shores of Sunset Beach and imagined our family.  It is 2008.  We just know we’ll have a baby home sometime in 2010.  In the meantime, I’ve met with the contractor about updating The Little Cottage that Could.  We’re going to do sliding doors on barn-like hinges for the kitchen pantry.  I might paint the doors in chalkboard paint and write the grocery list right there.  I can’t stop thinking about it.  But I force myself to pound out writing, review my syllabus, eek out some work because I know as soon as I come home from lunch, I will want to look up everything our friends have told us about their adoption experience and the afternoon of work will be shot.  Not to mention the tree guy is coming to look at our hundreds year old oaks, preventive maintenance since we do not want a limb to fall from one of our four overseers and collapse the little cottage that might one day hold our family.


At lunch, we do not yet know that you are already there, waiting for us.  But we feel Ethiopia tug at us and though we are going to go through this process– all these lunches with all these families who have adopted and can show us the way- we know, deep inside, that Ethiopia is where we will find our boy.  The boy we’re bringing home in 2010, we still think.  Because we have to get our house ready, trim the trees, do all that paperwork and then WAIT, WAIT, WAIT in line to connect with you.

An hour after lunch, we have surveyed all four trees.  We know which limbs need to go in order to spare the cottage in a thunderstorm.  We schedule a date.  I walk back inside, feigning business to do, knowing that what I will really do is enter Ethiopian adoption in a search engine.  The phone is ringing.  For all intents and purposes, it is you.  We are parents. 


We have dinner plans that night with friends.  Somehow, we act normal and then race home.  There, we divide up tasks (including canceling the contractor- the cottage as is will have to do- and all the other adoption information lunches), taking on the dossier as if it is our job.  Because that is how it is when you become parents.  You assume colossal responsibilites that are indeed your job.  And you don’t think twice about it.  At this point- because we have not yet been approved, we know nothing about you.  Just that you are a baby boy.  We don’t know how baby you really are.  We don’t know your name, your size, a birthday, your story.  We just know that you are waiting for us and because we do not want to wait for you one second longer than is absolutely necessary, we are racing.  Racing to you, baby boy.  Even though there are so many things that we do not yet know. 

We do not know gratitude yet, not like we will when you are placed in our arms and we fall in love with you.

We do not yet know your earnestness and how it will create in us an even greater desire to show our own.

We do not yet know that sunshine can be this bright...

That opinions can be so strongly expressed...

That you change worlds

And while it is not perfect, while the days seem long and the weeks fly by, while you give us both your sweetest and most sour, while the thresholds- of sleep, of patience, of skill- are always pushed beyond where we think our limit is, while we make mistakes and learn new things every single day, for the opportunity to share this world with you, sweet boy, we give bottomless, bountiful thanks.     

 Want to know more about our adoption story?  Visit last year’s Finding Family blog post where we celebrate our first anniversary of being matched as a family.  In the next few weeks, I’ll share more as Happy hits two (yes, Happy’s birthday comes after the day that we were matched with him, an interesting part of the story) and we celebrate the day that we saw Happy’s picture for the first time.     

August 19, 2010 at 6:55 pm 7 comments

Random Bits

This, as you might imagine, wasn't so hard.

Boy, did I run into some good fortune last week when I was able to head to the beach with Molly Barker (founder of Girls on the Run), Donna Scott (actor and producer), and Amy Combs (Director of Charlotte Center for Balanced Living).  We all know each other professionally but haven’t really had a chance to be social as a group and so we took last week and just went (to the alligators).  It was such a laid back weekend, that we went out to dinner at just one restaurant (even though we were there more than one night) because when it came time to discuss where dinner was, we didn’t have the desire to fuss over the details of possible choices.  Other than a brief encounter with an alligator (well, it was in the creek- about 15 feet away- as we walked by on our way to the beach.  When we had to walk back by on our way back to where we were staying, we couldn’t see it.  So we crossed the road).  The weekend was filled with sleep, sitting around, a bit of reading, and an absurd amount of laughing that made my spleen hurt.  And, yes, we shared ideas, too, but very little of that because that would have constituted work.  The surge from a weekend so well spent has really given me a charge in week 2 of the Sunshine Project.  

I had the mammogram and here is what you need to know: it’s no big deal.  Seriously, if I, the world’s biggest medical fainter, can get through it without even a flinch, anyone can do it.  So quit putitng it off (if you have been doing so) and make your appointment.  Taking care of yourself is an absolute highpoint on the Sunshine list. 

You know that sibling rivalry is still going strong when you see that both you and your brother’s teams are named Team Molinary in your fantasy football league and you change your team’s name to Cool Molinary.  And on that note, let’s shout hooray for the return of football season.

The other  night, the three of us (me, Happy, and BF) were riding down the road in BF’s car.  Incapable of just sitting in the car without something to do, I brought catalogs to thumb through while we drove.  All of a sudden, BF said, “Oh my goodness!  He’s your mini-me.”  I turned around to see Happy engrossed in some book he found in the backseat.  That is my boy.  If this continues though, I know all his secrets.  First, I’ll find a book in his lap during dinner.  Then, I’ll know when he gets up from the table mid-meal and says he has to run to the bathroom really quickly that, really, he was just at a pivotal point in that chapter and needs to go finish it. 

Happy has taken to saying, “Yeah, baby.”  No, he hasn’t seen Austin Powers and we don’t even quote Austin Powers around here, but it is still really cute and funny.

I guess I have said, “That’s you” one too many times to Happy when we are looking through pictures of him because now he shouts, with glee, “You” anytime he sees a picture of himself. 

This weekend marks our two year anniversary of Happy coming into our life.  Come back tomorrow for a special post about that.

August 18, 2010 at 7:32 pm Leave a comment

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