"Spamapalooza" or "Too Much TIme in the Adoption Waiting Room"

The Table Awaits the Spamaliscious Creations

Every other Saturday evening, our Bible study group meets, shares dinner together and then spends the rest of the evening study a book in the Scriptures. Several weeks back, we mentioned that we went to see the Monty Python stage show Spamalot and discovered that several members were Python fans. At that, one of the participants suggested "Why don't we theme our next dinner meeting around Spam?" (That person was not one of us.) So, 2 weeks later, we had our Spamapalooza feast including a period of speaking The King's English, a reading from the Book of Spamuel, music from "MP and the HG" , Barbeque Spam Appetizer and that famous treat from Greece - Spamicopita.

Although we were overloaded with items featuring the innocent looking pink canned meat, the treatments were quite good and the presentation, eye catching. Mid-way through our Bible study later in the evening, it was noted that all participants had tall glasses of ice water at their places. Apparently, high sodium fine dining was not a regular activity of this group - and Spam at dessert ........ right out.

Be (in her best Rachael Ray pose) with Spam Roll Ups

Spam Sushi - just in case you need a close up view.....

Fine Dining - In the foreground: Spam musubi is a very popular snack or luncheon food in Hawaii made in the tradition of Japanese onigiri or omusubi. A slice of Spam is placed onto a block of rice and a piece of nori (dried seaweed) wrapped around the Spam-rice combination to hold it together, Asian Spam Soup with clear broth, pork, egg noodles & vegetables, Spam Vegetable Roll Ups with avocado, tomato & other veggies.

"Bloggers in Paradise" or "Is There an AARP Discount for the China Country Fee?"

I remember getting Ford's e-mail about a year or so ago explaining that he & his lovely wife, Alyson, had come across our blog and how our adoption stories paralelled each other. Ford would be retiring and stay at home with their daughter from China, Alyzabeth An, and Alyson would continue working at her position in Jacksonville. I yelled to my wife Be! There's someone else out there!

And so we followed their story and exchanged e-mails from that time until it was obvious that we were unique travellers on the adoption highway and needed to get together. On St Patrick's Day (71 degrees, light breeze, occasional passing cloud), we met in downtown Sanford (Ford & Aly were doing some volunteer work with the Methodist Children's Home just up the road from Sanford - they live about 30 miles from St Augustine) and we shared a wonderful 3 hours covering plans, anxieties, experiences and good humor with our new friends. We clicked and knew it was a God-thing. Don (still recovering from 2 broken ribs) was propped up in a chair at the outdoor cafe being as immobile as possible and Be dispensed pain killers while keeping the wine bottle out of Don's reach. We discussed the fact that there are no manuals or support groups out there for the "55 Something Future Stay-at-Home-Dad Adopting a Young Child (perhaps it will be our job to write the book). We explored visions of a typical day for our families, Chinese/American influences, the adoption situation in Guatemala (see previous post), comfort zones in a "Stay-at-Home-Mom" culture as well as our common faith.

It is not within the realms of my comfort zone to just take up and go out on a limb to an event like our St Patrick's Day meeting - but it was evident before I even sat down that this was a couple of substance and incredible character. Aly, you're delightful & Ford. ..... I think there's a wildman in there. Let's keep the fire burning, Ford & Aly.

Love & God Bless You,
Don & Be



Check out Ford & Aly's Blog http://alyzabethan.blogspot.com/ or click on "Imagine Alyzabeth An" on our Adoption Blogs list on the right.

Diva - The Multi-Ethnic Canine Love Sponge

Any visitor to our blog has probably guessed that we love our dog, Diva. We sprung her from the Orange County Humane Society in August of 2003 and she walked into our home like she owned the place. Dad had come to live with us in July of the same year and was lonely during the day while Be & I were at work. Step in Diva. Dog and Daddy-O bonded like old buddies and she filled an important void in dad's life. He was 91 at the time and although he was able to walk (shuffle is more like it) Diva proved to be a bit unsteadying for him as he toured the yard around the house. One afternoon, he fell in the back yard and was unable to get back up on his feet. Diva hung out with him for awhile until she realized that he needed help that her company alone could not provide. So she strutted out to the street, stood at the curb and barked at cars until a neighbor stopped. She then led our friend back to where Daddy-O was still laying on the ground, unhurt, and he was assisted back to his room where he stayed until one of us got home from work. She had no training for this behavior and this event revealed that we had a remarkable animal under our roof.
A White Boxer mix (we're not sure who daddy was, thus the Multi Ethnic Canine Love Sponge title - daddy was probably a Grayhound or Dalmatian), Diva responded easily to tricks which we learned off the internet. She proved to be a real ham when it came to entertaining company and neighborhood kids. Then it hit ... after a routine mamogram, Be was diagnosed with breast cancer and subsequently had a mastectomy in December of the same year. During her recovery, Diva proved to be a healing and comforting presence not only to Be, but to Daddy-O and myself as well. Be is cancer free and we are most thankful for her continuing health.
It wasn't long until it was realized that Daddy-O was in need of continuing care and could not be left alone without being a threat to himself. Madison House (a continuing care facility - a step up from assisted living without being called a nursing home) was 1 mile from our house and he has been living there since May of 2004. Diva instantly became a comfort animal to the residents there and although many of them don't know our names, they sure know their Diva. When we realized her capabilities in entertaining the seniors, we enrolled her in a 12 week course called Canine Crusaders where she learned the behaviors for visitations to nursing & retirement centers & hospitals. She now visits a nursing home on a monthly basis with us and spreads her special variety of joy to the residents. One of the staff saw Diva with a patient who was mostly unresponsive and shouted "Look at Frank! He's smiling!"
The pictures below were taken on a recent visit to Madison House - the first includes Diva, Be & Daddy-O and the others are some of the residents with the DivaDog.

Ai-Ya

Our treasured friends, Dan & Pat Lee, sent us the following item. We worked with the Lees on the worship team at a church we attended for many years and have shared quite a few good times with them. Several of their relatives live in the San Francisco area - they look VERY Chinese but they're American as apple pie. They have been wonderful supporters of our adoption of Joanna .... in fact, it was at their suggestion that we started this blog ........

This homey bit of Cantonese language heritage was sent to us by Phil M. in L.A. and we happily pass it on to you. I had a craving for a sweet taste of childhood the other day; so I went shopping for a can of grass jelly. I was putting said treat into my cart and looking for my Ranch 99 VIP card when a woman with three kids in tow ran into my cart.At that moment, both of us said, "Ai-ya." The children giggled, she apologized, and I quickly replied, "M'sai. No apology needed." Although it was a minor exchange, I later realized that Ai-ya is more than just two characters; it is part of the spirit of being Chinese ... in a moment of surprise I could've said just about anything - my reaction was to say Ai-ya. I was surprised that I would instinctively use my mother's tongue because I've always known that I don't speak Cantonese well. No matter how far removed I've become as an American, there is something at my core that is Chinese.I decided to conduct informal research about Ai-ya. First, I went to a national bookstore chain to review its Chinese language materials. I thumbed through all the Chinese language materials, but couldn't find any vocabulary drill including Ai-ya. Seeing that the publishers of tourist books were not going to be helpful, I decided to observe its use in the community. I clipped my cell phone to my belt, grabbed a couple of bakery pink boxes and sat around San Francisco's Portsmouth Square drinking 7-Up and eating dim sum. Lo and behold, I heard Ai-ya used in a variety of ways.

Based on my personal experience and this observation, I've developed a personal understanding of Ai-ya. Aiya is 24-carat Chinese gold. Ai-ya is more than just two characters; it is part of the spirit of being Chinese and may even go back to antiquity. It is used wherever the Chinese have been in the diaspora of the last sesquicentennial.How you say Ai-ya can say volumes about your state of mind. For example, when the problem is minor, I can say "Ai-ya" in a short/curt manner. However when I am extremely stressed, I can draw it out to nearly five seconds. (I'm planning an experiment where I get a room full of people to meditate using it as a mantra.. With practice, I might get them to draw out Ai-ya even longer.)As you read the following ways Aiya can be used, the mental image to solicit is to picture any of t he mothers from Amy Tan's *The Joy Luck Club.* For those who have met anyone in my family, you can picture one of my relatives instead:Surprise: "Ai-ya! A surprise party for me?"

Joy: "Ai-ya! You got 5 out of 6 in Lotto!"

Distaste: "You expect me to drink that herbal medicine concoction of yours? Aiya!"

Doubt: "Do I have to wear that lemon yellow/lime green sweater my mother made? I wonder if she would notice if I accidentally donated it to Goodwill? Ai-ya."

Awe: "Your son got accepted into Harvard Law School!?! Ai-ya!"

Irritation: "Clean your room. Ai-ya! Why you live like a pig?" [Here I have to insert a version of Dan Lee's, when extremely and suddenly irritated: the multiple Ai-ya, "Ai-ya, ai-ya, ai-ya, ai-ya, ai-ya!" which needs to be said fast enough that it sounds like one word. I also, in his defense, have to say that he hasn't used this particular expression in quite a while.]

Large astonishment: "Ai-ya! She switch majors from Business to Art History!"

Disapproval: "Report Card-5 A, 1 B? Always a B in Math. Ai-ya." (Actual quote from my mother when I was a sophomore in high school.)

Shock: "What? Ketchup on Yang Chow Fried Rice ... Ai-ya!"

Outrage: "Never clean your rice cooker with that steel scouring pad! Ai-ya!"

Verge of internal combustion: "I can't deal with the family asking when and if I'm getting married! Ai-yaaa!"


Ai-ya is an all-purpose phrase that comes from deep in the soul. Ai-ya is both simple and complex: on one hand it is a couple of Chinese characters, on the other hand it can be a whole speech describing the state you are in. Ai-ya says, "I'm afraid", "I'm in pain", "I don't believe it." It is an exclamation of exuberance, a shout of hurt, a cry of fear, and the reflex of being startled, and the embrace of joy.It is unfortunate that English has no equivalent to Ai-ya. It saddens me that American English doesn't afford me a fun phrase to emote. "Shucks", "Darn" and the plethora of swear words cannot convey what Ai-ya can. So, I'm going to propose that we start an initiative for American English should grab on Ai-ya or the Yiddish "Oy" for our use.

So the next time you go to a teahouse for dim sum or decide to go shopping at an Asian market, listen to the lively banter as friends and families meet. It's a wonderfully vibrant, alive community out there. Who knows, you just might get caught up the lyrical rhythm of the people.Ai-ya, what fun!

Take These Shackles Off My Feet So I Can Dance

LID 3/24/2006

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We are out of the review room!

The CCAA has finished the review of the adoption application documents registered with our office before March 31, 2006. The CCAA has finished the placement of children for the families whose adoption application documents were registered with our office before October 24, 2005."

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I feel like I've been released from bondage - although nothing is final until Joanna is sleeping in her bed here in Orlando. We are thankful to the cheerleaders out there in blogland and friends & family who have gone through this process with us. Congratulations to those who received similar good news. Looks like they have 5 months worth of applications before the CCAA matches us up with Joanna - maybe we'll know who she is, say, by the end of summer? So ..... the journey continues ....... My chopsticks are packed - I'm ready for China!

A Tale of Two Ribs

It Was The Best of Weeks - It Was The Worst of Weeks. It was a week of enlightenment, it was a week of foolishness - in short, much like the present week as I am still capable of participation in both the light and darkness of the week past. Sunday started out as a banner day - it was the first day of my vacation and it came at just the right time as we had recently finished a particularly hellish 2 week period of time at Orlando International Airport trying to get passengers to their destinations in the wake of extreme weather in the northeast. This was my first Sunday singing in our church choir (my work schedule changed allowing me the spiritual luxury of doing the church gig on Sunday for once) and it went without a hitch. We had practiced some pretty crankin' tunes for a sleepy 9 AM service in a Baptist church, so many hearing aids in the congregation were reset at 1 or 2, at least until the sermon started. It was the kickoff of 40 days of renewal, so we used part of the afternoon for the bible study corresponding to the first day of the revival. The lesson called for the participant to rely on God's soverignty in spite of the fact that things may not always go our way (a reinforcement of that which is getting us through this long waiting period of Joanna's adoption).
That evening, dinner with some good friends at a favorite restaurant capped off our day.

Monday - no alarm clock - no work - revival - and I had not even opened the study lesson yet! Well, this was to be a honey-do vacation to prepare our home for our 25th wedding anniversary party (originally in September 06, but there was just too much happening in that month and we kept postponing it) scheduled for Sunday, March 4. So, my goal was to get the side yard in shape so that it looked descent for the event - cutting, pruning, weeding and other jobs were on the schedule for the day. The morning's accomplishments included pressure cleaning of the driveway, walkways and porches. After lunch, I began sawing branches and limbs which had gotten a bit out of hand during the winter. Then it hit - while standing on the top rung of my 6' step ladder (not the top platform where it says "Do Not Stand"), the ladder shot out from under me. As gravity manifested itself, I tried to wrap my arms around the tree (gives new meaning to the term tree hugger) but all it did was leave tree rash on the inside of my arms and I hit the ground with a crack (actually 2 cracks) - my ribs - numbers 7 & 8 in the pic......

So ...... relying on God's soverignty ...... His control on the events of our lives ...... this is going to be interesting as the week plays out and I've got all this work to do .......

When I caught my breath and shook the demons out of my head, I thought about those 2 cracks in rapid succession and how familiar they sounded (flashback to 1993 in the Cascade Mountains in east Washington state when I broke my ankle while skiing - the first day of a week long trip - whole other story). So it hurt a bit - and my breathing was being restored - the cuts on the insides of my arms were not bleeding that bad --- so I continued hauling yard debris (as any manly man with no brain would do) until it started to hurt - bad. I felt like a real whimp - doesn't Jack Bauer break a few ribs and then jump out of a plane and save the country when the plane - loaded with a nuke - crashes in the middle of the desert out of harm's way? - 30 minutes later I made the decision to go to the ER - but only after I showered, shampooed and shaved - I was thinking clearly now - after all, they might keep me overnight and who knows when I'd get cleaned up?

I called Be on my drive into the hospital and you can only guess her reaction ---- go ahead, try and guess ----- What????? You think you have broken ribs and you're driving?????
So, I took a breath and thought to myself ----- I wonder what the correct response is?
Actually, Be came up with the correct response and let me off the hook - I'll be right over and meet you in the waiting room.
As I sat in the lobby, in the worst pain I've ever had in my life, my thoughts were directed to those who were in constant pain - all their lives - cronic discomfort with no escape. As well as I could, I prayed for those in the lobby in worse shape than myself - boy did I feel puny! - until I was jarred back into my own reality with another stab to side. Soon, Be appeared through the door illuminated like Roma Downey in "Touched By An Angel" and began her process of distraction therapy. Finally, my name was called, CAT scan proved unremarkable and x-rays revealed the broken ribs - rest and don't do anything - yeah, right - I got a party to throw.
Well Tuesday, Wednesday & Thursday proved that I was NOT in control of the situation and I reflected on our study of Sunday afternoon (oy! I'm already 3 days behind!). I acknowledged God's soverignty in the whole thing - but broken ribs? Be took Thursday and Friday off to get some work done and neighbors caught wind of what was going on. Then, on Thursday afternoon, I look out the window and see my neighbor with a bunch of teen agers - weed eaters, edgers and lawn mowers throttled up coming over the small rise that divides our front lawn from the street (cue the "Barn Building" sound byte from the movie "Witness"). Turns out a bunch of the members from Dr. Phillips Wrestling Team were over his house and they had the place done in an hour. Other neighbors and friends from church accomplished pre-planning, set up, planting and food coordination in preparation for Sunday's event.

OK, God - I acknowledge your soverignty but we gotta talk about the rib thing.
Sunday morning arrived and neighbors were out in the yard before I even pulled my sorry self out of bed - ouch! After the finishing touches, table cloths were spread, lights set up, The Harold Blanchard Jazz Quartet was in place, I had some good drugs on board and Jazz on the Porch - 25th Anniversary Edition was in full swing. It began to chill down a bit at around 6 PM and a neighbor set up his portable firepit/cooker and the jazz continued into the evening. I'll share some of our reflections on 25 years of marriage in a future post ....... meantime, enjoy the pics from the event ........ the 50 or so in attendance had been significant in our lives and we were honored that they came out for the event. Here's to family, good friends and neighbors! And someone ----- other than myself ------ Who was in control.

In the pics ........
The front porch all cleaned up and ready for Jazz on the Porch
Don with some of the US Airways gals
Vocalist Suzy Parks
Ron Cangro, drums - Chuck Archard, bass - Harold Blanchard, keys

Jazz on the Porch as the night gets a bit chilly

Be - in her China togs - a Christmas gift from who else? Pic was taken after the neighbors had cleaned up after the party

The Red Thread - A Present Day Treatment

I borrowed this from a fellow blogster. The blend of the proverb and the beautiful potography brought a modern vision to an ancient saying.

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An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place or circumstance. The red thread may stretch and tangle, but it will never break.

Chinese proverb

Blue Man Group - Another Distraction from "The Waiting Room"

Be & I attended the Blue Man Group concert, a pretty wild show, last night in Orlando - here is the review from The Orlando Sentinel .......

When Blue Man Group visited Orlando for a 2003 show at Hard Rock Live, the silent, befuddled-looking, tube-pounding act had already made the transition from street-friendly novelty to pop-culture icon.
Now touring arenas, Blue Man Group is a franchise, more than a fad. The good news, judging from Thursday's 90-minute performance at the Amway Arena, is that the product isn't suffering from any quality control issues.
If anything, the "How to Be a Megastar Tour 2.0" elevates the Blue Man shtick by taking it into bigger venues, something that doesn't always happen with rock bands. Compared with the 2003 Hard Rock show, there was better lighting, a better sound mix and a broader range of material to showcase the personalities of the wordless stars.
"How to Be a Megastar" is really a how-to in rock-concert cliches, allowing fans to respond to commands to do the "head bob," "fist pump" and other more complex routines. Each cliche was a platform for comedy routines, some better than others.
The notion of taking a "closer look" at fans was an excuse for the Blue Men to explore the throat of one audience member with a tiny video camera. That bit is a repeat from the previous tour and it's still pretty gross.
Another gag, involving a glass case to edit long guitar solos, wasn't really worth the elaborate set-up.
And a nod to a music video cliche of an office worker trapped in a maze of cubicles and hallways fell somewhere in a no man's land between parody and drama.
Yet most of the material worked and the Blue Men were consistently more expressive and visually funny in the arena than on the group's 2003 visit. Thanks to the presence of three giant video screens, subtle eye rolls and facial expressions did a lot to expose the trio's personality.
The best routine involved a stage-length pitch-and-catch routine with bite-sized paint balls and marshmallows. One of the Blue Men caught them in his mouth, then expelled the paint to decorate a fan's t-shirt and the marshmallows to adorn a souvenir cap.
More fun with food would have been cool, but the focus on music had its high points, too. Especially impressive was a hard-rocking version of The Who's "Baba O'Riley" that showcased the group's tentacled tubed musical contraptions.
How cool was it? Well, people were doing the "head bob" without even being told.

I Lift Up My Eyes

I found this post in my 'drafts' folder while doing some blog cleaning. This post was to have been put on the blog in November, then I saved it as a draft because I thought it was kind of cheesy ...... so, find yourself some crackers & a glass of wine ..... here goes .....

So, what is it about the mountains that keeps beckoning me? (Cue the audio byte from "The Sound of Music") Be and I have climbed some mountains in some beautiful places - Half Dome in Yosemite (in the first picture, that's Half Dome in the distance - pic was taken the day after our hike to the top - 12 hours), day hikes in the Great Smoky Mountains and even a volcano on the island of Tenerife in the Canary Islands. As flatlanders from Central Florida, you would think we would take up scuba, surfing or water skiing. Are we acknowledging the Source of our help? Could it be that the mountains bring us closer to the heavens? Psalm 121 ....I lift up my eyes to the hills— where does my help come from?My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.
..... cut to November, 2006 ......
Don has just had foot surgery and Be is pushing him around Downtown Disney in a wheelchair at The Festival of the Masters, the annual art show @ Lake Buena Vista. Breaththaking artwork plus everything that could possibly be out of my price range is available here including pieces that would make better boat anchors than art (sorry to art afficianados and self expression types - hey, I'm just exercising my self expression). After a crazy little pantomime involving the wheelchair with the girl dressed in the bird costume from Cirque du Soleil's "La Nouba" (what do you say to such a creature when they don't talk back?), I looked up to the booth in front of me to see the most beautiful photos to cross my path that day. The photographer had captured the essence of the mountains of his region of China and as I viewed his work (similar to the last 2 pics), I felt the connection to my future daughter, Joanna, and could almost visualize her face. It was only for a brief moment and even though she may not have even been born at the time, I felt her presence. Next time we take a hike, perhaps we will climb to a mountaintop in China ...... maybe just before we meet her face to face.

http://www.yosemitevacation.com/hike.halfdome.htm

http://volcano.und.edu/vwdocs/volc_images/africa/tenerife.html

http://www.wdwinfo.com/downtown/FestivalMasters/festival_masters.htm

Always Look on the Bright Side of Life ......

....... and so we did .... even though the occasion was another blasted birthday. It was Don's and after 24 hours of training on a new computer system for his job the past few days, he was ready for some laughs. We had tickets for Monty Python's "Spamalot" so the timing was just right. We drove across from Orlando to the Tampa Bay Arts Center for brunch at Maestro's, a restaurant adjacent to the theater. After brunch and a stroll along the Hillsborough River, we took our seats and the maddness began. The show, ripped off from the movie "Monty Python & the Holy Grail", Spamalot tells the tale of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table as they embark on their quest for the Holy Grail. Flying cows, killer bunnies, taunting Frenchmen and show-stopping musical numbers were all there in this full blown vaudeville production. Segments from the movie were verbatum and audience expressed their approval as they remembered sketches like "Bring Out Your Dead", "The Nights Who Say Nee", "Princess Lucky" & "Brave Sir Robin".

..... And as we left the theater, we were treated to a complimentary Spam on white bread sample (from the Spammobile parked out front) while a street musician played "Always Look On the Bright Side of Life" on his saxophone.

We've put the movie in our queue on Netflix and so now we continue ...... skipping merrily through the Adoption Waiting Room.

Missed By 2 Days........

The CCAA has finished the review of the adoption application documents registered with our office before March 22, 2006. Our log-in date is March 24, 2006.
The CCAA has finished the placement of children for the families whose adoption application documents were registered with our office before October 13, 2005.

Perhaps we'll be out of the Review Room by the 1st Anniversary of our log-in date. As the Director of the CCAA puts it on the site's front page ....... "As the light of springtime emerges gradually, it is a fresh start for all living things." All righty, then ..... we continue to wait for the fresh start ........

North Carolina Whirlwind

Thanks to my flight benifits with USAirways, I had the opportunity to visit a branch of my family in Winston-Salem, North Carolina last week. After 21 years in an airline job, if there is one thing for which I am thankful, it is the ability to visit family without the financial burden of airfare. My most recent use of my flying benifits included a visit to my brother, Paul, and his family on January 24. For the first time, I met the wives of my nephews Dale & Brian (hope I didn't scare them too much) and my grand niece, Dale & Melody's daughter, Annalise. The poor little gal (7 months old) was teething, so she couldn't help being kind of crabby. Paul & I tried in vain to figure out what was bothering her - teething? (we gave her baby Tylenol), was she hungy? (we fed her - she still cried) she needed attention? (we both tried walking her around the house) until Rhonda came home and discovered that her diaper needed changing. Oy! I have some learning to do! It'll happen, I'm sure. So .... I wanted to share some pics of my whirlwind journey, so they include .......

Paul (my brother) with his 3 bulldogs

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Paul & Rhonda with Annalise, Dale (Paul's son & Analise's dad), newphew Brian & wife Ashley (expecting in April).

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Mama Melody with Annalise

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Annaliese

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Melody, Annalise & Dale Schafhauser

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Brian & Ashley Schafhauser (expecting in April)

The Great Wall of China

A wall in Joanna's room is being reserved for some of the gifts we receive from friends & family in anticipation of her arrival. Appropriately, it is being called "The Great Wall of China" as it has always been our wish that our girl be aware and enriched by the culture of her birth country. One of our dearest friends, Deb, whom we've known for some 28 years or so, thoughtfully gave us this wall hanging of Chinese kids in traditional garb.

Deb has been a supporter and encourager through every chapter of our lives and we looking forward to sharing this next event with her. Deb's nephews call her "Aunt Bub" as she was instrumental in raising them after her sister (a single mom) died of cancer in the late 80s. Deb is actually "Professor Deb" at the University of Central Florida. We are blessed that such a woman of God is helping to shape the futures of our young people and honored that she will continue to be an influence in all our lives upon the arrival of Joanna.

70 Days

Is this the "Year of the Impatient Parent"? The CCAA status for Applicant review has remained on January 31, 2006 for the last 70 days. Although referrals have been updated, the review process is stalled. At this point, we assume that our docs are in the review process and wait in the hope of being cleared soon.

The Pool Is Ready - The Prospective Parents Are Ready, Ms Zahn - Time To Do the Backstroke

Paula Zahn sure did the backstroke several nights ago when she readdressed the new China adoption restrictions effective May, 2007. Sadly, the first broadcast (see below) proved Miss Zahn's ineffectiveness as a panel moderator to steer the discussion in the proper direction. Instead, the stacked group swerved off course right along with Paula. If the show did one thing, it reinforced our convictions as prospective parents as to our mission to form families and not foster prejudice.

Here is the link to the transcript of the second broadcast.......

http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0701/08/pzn.01.html

I have forwarded the above comments to the Zahn Posse.

Creative Things to Do While in the Waiting Room - Zap an E-mail to Paula Zahn & Her Adoption Henchmen

So ...... I heard that Paula Zahn and her guests raised quite a stir amongst prospective adoptive parents of Children from China. Comments from panelists included "Maybe they think they can adopt a smart kid that is going to grow up to be a doctor", 'Americans have this love affair with girls from China. There is this belief, this perception, irrational as it might be that if you adopt a little girl from China, she's going to be intelligent, she's going to be more lovable....... Like the porcelain doll. We definitely see that idea of the beautiful Chinese little girl, as compared to do, they really want to adopt a black boy.", & other remarks not included in the CNN transcript. Paula, You don't want to stir up a bunch of charged folks in the "Waiting Room". From the sounds of things out there in Blogland, folks are finding the remarks were racist and unfounded. Judging by the fallout, some comments to Miss Zahn and her henchmen at CNN might be appropriate. So, here's the link to the comment form.....

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http://www.cnn.com/feedback/forms/form5.html?11

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Take a look at the link to the show's transcript ....... get ready for some hot e-mails, Paula......

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http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0701/05/pzn.01.html

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The comments in the text of this posting are from the transcript of the Paula Zahn piece as aired on CNN. Please read the item for the full text.......

CCAA Update - Latest Referral Date

The CCAA has finished the review of the adoption application documents registered with our office before January 31, 2006.
The CCAA has finished the placement of children for the families whose adoption application documents were registered with our office before September 27, 2005.

Previously, the CCAA announced that those with log in dates before September 8, 2005 had received their referrals. Still no change on the review date. Our log-in is March 24, 2006. We're inching along.......

Incredible! The Harbin Ice Festival

Take a look at the link to amazing photos of the Harbin Ice Festival in Northeastern China. Incredible!

http://www.rtoddking.com/chinawin2005_hb_if.htm

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The Gaylord Palms Resort in Orlando tried to duplicate the festival with their attraction "Ice!"

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http://www.wdwinfo.com/Photos/ICE-gaylord/index.htm

A Thoughtful Christmas Gift

We received a book (from our wonderful friend) containing photographs of beautiful children in Chinese orphanages. The title "Mei Mei" is translated "Little Sister."

The Chinese believe an unseen red thread joins those in this life who are destined to connect. For photographer Richard Bowen, that thread led him to China's state-run welfare institutions, where there are thousands of children, primarily girls, growing up without families to take care of them. Mei Mei presents a poignant glimpse of just a few of these remarkable children. Composed against neutral backgrounds, these portraits capture the girls’ inner lives, away from their often bleak surroundings. The images show an almost endless range of expressions: small faces filled with longing and hope, joy and sadness, humor and mischief, defiance and despair. Through the camera's eye these young children are no longer orphans, but individuals whose personalities are as vital, distinct, and beautiful as any mother's child. When that unique human being comes into focus, the connection is made and the red thread becomes visible. And once seen, the bond can never be broken. --