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Hydrangeas are pretty

Life ramblings and the journey through adoption.

Updated: 2017-10-29T06:23:12.003-04:00


So I did it...


NOT to be a copy cat of our dear friends from ADPROB, but um...

I've been working on it for a while, and it will continue to evolve, but please re-do your bookmarks, and um, see ya around!

My sweet, "lil' ole' man..."


The long river in Egypt is called "the Nile." It is also the brunt of a joke when one is referring to someone being in "da-nile," aka, denial. I have been giving Cougar Prednisone every other day for quite some time now, to help him feel better, and to help him, well, poop properly, due to his IBS, FLUTD, and a host of other issues. We keep plastic on the bed, to catch wayward pukes, and upon morning wake-up, or arrival home, we MUST look down before each step, to do a once-over to look for puke, or poop. Now granted, Juno, our 18 year old sass-princess is guilty of a wayward puke or two, but it's mostly Cougs, truth be told.The constant clean up patrol has REALLY been getting to Narda. And heck, I don't blame her - she's just started back at Lion King full time, it's a wee-stressful learning all of the old stuff, yet, new again, because it's in a new theatre, so all that was part of her muscle memory has changed; we have a rambunctious 2 and a half year old, and are slowly working towards #2 - we just have to have our "FSW" (faboo social worker) over for coffee, and she's waiting for my prints back from the feds, and then, voila, we are "back in pool."But I digress.Each time Narda suggested that Cougar was in pain, and it wasn't fair to him, all I could think of was HER inconvenience at the "occasional," "random," "wayward" poop. But in reality, each and every time Cougar takes a (humongous, I might add) poo, it hurts him. And he lets everyone know how much it hurts him. Even Malka asks if he "has issues?" But it's not every day. And he's a regular old grumpy man the rest of the time, you know, when he's not going to the bathroom. He even will 'get his kitten on" every so often, and chase a toy around for a few seconds. I have also been able to use the "but he was your mom's cat" trump card for a while. It's not working anymore. Narda has been determined, and I have been obstinate. I have called her a murderer, insensitive, cruel, and I have even gone so far ask to ask her if she wants to be "put down" if she happens to poo in an inappropriate place when she gets older.He is my "Baby-Bear," my "Cougie-Cougs," my "lil' old man," my "Cougie-Bear," "Cougs-a-Cougs," "Baby-mans," and bundle of mama's boy all rolled into a beautiful furry ball.Tonight, Malka and I come home from Shul, to "poop-splosion-2008." It was everywhere. I am one who is LOATHE to use chemical cleaners, and will always opt for the organic, or the simple vinegar-water solution, but tonight? I used something yellow in a spray bottle. Narda will be so proud. I sanitized the entire house. It was EVERYWHERE. After I cleaned up the poo and the puke, and chased after Cougar to wipe his ass with baby wipes, (OH thank goodness for baby wipes,) I sat down, exhausted, and scrolled through the numbers on my cell phone for "vet." I dialed, and got Natasha's friendly voice, telling me that the office is closed, but they are open tomorrow, Saturday, and to call in the am. I left a message, started crying mid-way through, stating that "Hi, this is Shelli, mommy to 'Sir pukes-a-lot,' and Juno, and Quincy too, and of course, Malka, but that I'm calling to let you know that I'll be bringing in my baby bear tomorrow am, and I'm calling you now, before I change my mind. I've been in denial long enough, and have held off the inevitable long enough. It is time. And then I called Narda, and left her a message about the call I made. And then I called her babysitter, to see if she's available in the am, but then I realized that Narda doesn't have to be at work until 1pm tomorrow. I don't think it would be fair to bring Malka along, and then NOT bring Cougar home. So I also called Bobby and left a message, and started crying mid-message. Asking if he could watch Malka for an hour and a half, or come with me to the vet.I don't want to. He's my baby bear. But at this point, it's cruel not to. He is now under the bed. Telling me it's time.[...]

Product placement, and guilty pleasures


I realize that I've been Twittering my little heart out, and not being as good about blogging. I'm sorry. I really am.

As I work on philosophical dissertations to share with you, I WILL share that there are NO bubbles to be used by toddlers learning to blow bubbles other than GAZILLION Bubbles. Seriously. It blows gazillions of bubbles, and Malka can do it easily.

I know I have other product placements, but I've been meaning to share that one for a while.

And, um, my guilty pleasure? Stop laughing.

What's yours?

Da Lolz


some are cute...
more cat pictures

Some are funny/smart...
more cat pictures

Some are just spot. on...
more cat pictures

And some are really cute, but um, SO photoshopped...
more cat pictures

Regardless, enjoy the lolz! (Can you tell I had some brochure stuffing to do today?)

bullets and memes


I have so many posts floating around in my head, that I am almost paralyzed to write anything at all.

So instead, I give you bullet points, and a meme from our dear Cali.

-Narda going back to work full time at Lion King, and what that means for our family - good, bad and otherwise
-Malka's new preschool - awesome, yet VERY hetronormative
-My anxiety levels creeping back up a bit
-Back at Weight Watchers, and feeling good about it; making changes to last
-Mishegas at work - it's so insane, it's almost comical. And sadly, that's about all I can tell you - I love my job, the people there, but the board of directors needs some serious time with Super Nanny
-Our most recent and lovely visit from our dear friends over at AdProb
-"Flying solo" evenings and weekends again (see above, Narda going back to lion King); fun for a bit, but lonely, too
-Getting projects complete/decluttering
-There's more, but there's my frontal lobe "brain dump," as it were

Now onto the meme:

From Cali:

Use the first letter of your first name to answer each of the following. They have to be real places, names, things - nothing made up. You can not use your own name for the boy/girl names.

1. What is your name? Shelli
2. A 4 letter word: Shit
3. A vehicle: Subaru
5. A boy’s name: Sean
6. A girl’s name: Sara
7. Drink: Shiraz
8. An occupation: Stockbroker
9. Something you wear: Shirt
10. A celebrity: Sandra Dee
11. Something found in a bathroom: Soap
12. Reason for being late: SLEEP
13. Something you shout: See #2 above.
14. A body part: Shin
15. Word to describe yourself: Sassy

Affirmations - Updated!


Or... yet another reason we're SO happy with the new school for Malka.

Not only did every teacher run into her room on the first day to comfort the screaming banshee that is known as "our daughter on the first day of daycare;" not only did the Israeli teacher in her room mention that she was impressed with Malka's Hebrew comprehension; not only does she (Israeli teacher) know Malka's FAVORITE song EVER(object) (embed)

(I searched and searched, for a simple mp3 to insert, but Israeli pre-school songs are hard to find - so this will have to do. LaShevet means to sit, and laKum means to stand - it's basically a cake walk song, and kids LOVE IT!), but... but... but!
A note came home today, asking for pictures of the children's father for their father's day project, and on it was a hand written note: "How do you want us to handle this? ;)" Gail.

I printed out a picture of Malka and her grandpa.

We were VERY impressed. If you recall last year, we got a generic card, painted on by Malka, and I justified it by stating its resemblance to a vagina.

Could it be possible in our lifetime?


ALBANY, N.Y. (AP) — Same-sex marriages legally performed elsewhere will be recognized in New York in response to a state court ruling this year, Gov. David Paterson's spokeswoman said Wednesday.

Um, WOW. So Narda's and my relationship, which is basically a marriage, has the potential to be legally recognized in the state where we live.

And it's a good thing, too, because we've been too busy with life, liberty and the pursuit of a running toddler to go to our lawyer and have random paperwork filled out, and money spent to give us the same rights as married couples everywhere.

Speaking of our relationship, Monday will be 8 years together. We count our first kiss as the "moment" to mark our relationship. If we CAN get hitched somewhere and have it recognized here, we'll do it as soon as possible, but do an official Jewish/Chuppah wedding closer to our 10th anniversary, June 2, 2010. Squee!

And speaking of our relationship, we have a DATE planned for Monday night! We'll be eating dinner, and seeing a little flick. You may have heard of it...


30 seconds of the mele going on across the street.


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30 seconds of the mele going on across the street.
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There was a shooting in Harlem last night. We saw hundreds of teens running out down our street.

Narda went out to see what was going on, a few of the teens said: "we're just having a cook out."

On today's news, however, we learned that 7 people were shot.

Stuck in the 80's


A wee bit ago, I was informed that my 20 year HS reunion would be taking place this summer. Ever since that news, I've been doing my own version of the time warp.


I'm streaming the 80's channel on the aol radio, and scanning pictures from "way back." I will probably not be able to go, but it's been fun reminiscing, and reconnecting with the 10-15 people that were kind of friendly to me during those awkward teen years.

So I stumbled across this, and had to share. I hope you enjoy as well.

more graph humor and song chart memes

My Dad's a Superstar!


I never blog about my family.But I'm "shepping such naches" at the moment, that I just have to share this tidbit about my dad...(He did say it was OK) Adkins leads by example in Reach the Beach ride By Cliff Newell The Lake Oswego Review, May 15, 2008 By riding 100 miles on Saturday, May 17, Dick Adkins of Lake Oswego figures he can do a lot of good for people. The event is called Reach the Beach, a ride for thousands of bicyclists sponsored by the American Lung Association of Oregon, and Adkins’ commitment to it is quite serious. He does not want people to die prematurely of lung disease, the way his father did. “My dad died of emphysema. He was quite a smoker,” Adkins said. “I’ve seen pictures of Black Lung and that is exactly what he had. He was 68 at his death, and in our family the men live to be in their 80s or 90s. “Reach the Beach is just a way to get people to stop smoking. More women smoke than men today, and that is not the way it used to be. Smoking can kill you at a young age. I don’t think that should happen to anybody.” Adkins credits bike riding with drastically improving his health and fitness. It is hard to believe when you look at him now, but he was once 225 pounds and had a huge waistline. Now the 65-year-old Adkins is a slim, trim and strong 150 pounds, more befitting his background as a college athlete. Thus, Reach the Beach is way for Adkins to maintain his commitment to fitness and also honor his father. “I’ve been riding in Reach the Beach for about six years,” Adkins said. “A friend told me about it. He said, ‘This is a longer ride like you’ve been looking for. It looks like an interesting one.’ I thought, ‘This is one ride I could probably do in remembrance of my dad.” But Adkins has not only ridden in Reach the Beach. He has brought many others into the race by training them in 12 rides that lead up to the big event. “I’ve been doing this for the past four or five years,” Adkins said. “These rides are 34, 35, 49 miles, and the Champoeg ride has a lot of hills. It tells you who really wants to do it.” Usually there are 16 to 26 riders who show up for Adkins’ training rides, although “we had a low of five on a rainy Saturday. But on May 17 I expect at least 20 people out of it.” He added, “It will also get more riders for the Portland Wheelmen (a bike riding club of which Adkins is a member). We get seven or eight members a year from this. They think it’s fun and want to ride some more.” That is why Reach the Beach will have at least 5,000 participants. Adkins has fun, and he certainly loves the way bike riding has helped him get in great shape. But he also wants to fight cancer, which helps explain why he wears a yellow wristband from Livestrong, the Lance Armstrong Foundation. “I believe in helping,” Adkins said. “One way is getting these rides.” The ride starts from five different locations: Portland, Corvallis, Salem, Amity or Grand Ronde and represents five different distances (110, 100, 80, 55 or 26 miles). All routes end in the Pacific City area. For additional information about Reach the Beach, go to or call 503-459-4508. Copyright 2008 Pamplin Media Group, 6605 S.E. Lake Road, Portland, OR 97222 • 503-226-6397 [...]

Getting there!


Back in November, I started Amanda Jean's Quilt-a-long.

It's been slow going, and I'm a wee late on starting #2, but I've had a few other projects up my sleeve.

Some of them are getting complete, so I've been able to give some time to the original Quilt-a-long, and here she is so far!

I still have to add borders, batting, and a back, but it's MUCH further along than I anticipated!(image)

the "doocer-view"


Otherwise known as:

Whereby we are all jealous of Bri, because Dooce is now her bff!

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PS - KLG was a twit!

Waste not...


Day old baguette
Brie cheese
Moist paper towel
Microwave for 30 seconds.

It's love.



DESPITE having a 15, yes FIFTEEN year working history as a Stage Manager in theatre, I always thought that the "kids" on Sesame Street, aka, Gabi, Miles, etc. were, um, the actual relatives of the actors that played their older relatives.

Please stop laughing.

Um, they're not.

You know, just in case you were wondering....

um, Wow.


I had SO many titles for this post in my head, but they all involved massive nasty swear words.

I just wish that the "come backs" would come to me DURING, and not 5 minutes later.

Malka and I were walking home from daycare, and having our usual smiling encounters with the locals. So it didn't surprise me when this one "lady" said: "Oh, who's baby?" I said: "Mine." And smiled. She then said: "No, who's the mom?" And I looked at her somewhat quizzically, and said: "me." She then said: "No, I mean, who's the REAL mom?" And I looked at her, and said firmly, "I AM her REAL mom." She then said: "Yeah, I bet," and walked away, as I pushed Malka in the other direction.

It was all I could do not to cry right then and there. I mean seriously? What the hell? SO many emotions and reactions sprung forth into the chasm of that exact moment. "Will Malka have to answer such idiot questions when she's older?" "How do I shield Malka from the hatred that we had just experienced?" "WHO in the hell does she think she is?" " I AM her REAL mother, dammit!" And the inevitable Lifetime Movie script started laying in my head: "Who got up with her 30 million times during the night when she was a baby?" "Who changes her diapers, loves her, feeds here, is there for her, IS her 'REAL' mom in every sense of the word?"

I mean, I KNOW that I'm her "real" mom, and I KNOW that that woman was all of the nasty words I can think of, but it still hurt. I know that we live in NYC, and are BLESSED to have not encountered such hatred before, when so many of you probably have already. It's just horrible.

chirp, chirp...


I know, I know, I'm SO remiss on posts, I'd be surprised if anyone's still around.A lot going on, just not much time or energy to blog these days. I haven't forgot about you amazing internets, I've just been a bit swamped.I actually CALLED, as in, on the phone - spoke to a good pal of mine who's been having a run of the yuck and the suck lately. Just because I was thinking about her. Feel free to go send her some sugar, m'kay? And um, maybe some shoe coupons, because we promised each other to go shoe shopping soon!Did I mention that my 20, as in TWENTY year High School reunion is this summer? Thanks to Facebook, I've reconnected with a lovely handful of folks that I quite enjoyed, but never stayed in touch with. It also amazes me that some of the people that made fun of you, or teased you, or were general little shits are actually pretty nice people once they get a few years away from the walls of High School. I guess that applies to most of us, actually.I'm still not sure if I can go or not, because well, there's that whole "how many days of work vacay do I have left?," and "I'm trying to plan a trip across the pond to see Amy," and of course, the "oh yeah, right, I work for a Synagogue, and the end of August is WAY too close to the Chagim to even think of leaving my desk" time of year... SO time will tell. If I can sneak away for the weekend, we'll see.So in the interest of quantity, not quality ;) I present you with the following meme - I stole it from Insane Animals - feel free to do the same: 1. What bill do you hate paying the most?* Debt that is above the norm - still paying off stupid debt. 2. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner?* Sardi's 3. Do you regret losing your virginity to who you lost it to?* Nope. 4. Do you still talk to the person who broke your heart the most?* Doesn’t really apply. 4. If you could go back and change one thing what would it be?* I would have played more sports, kept up with dance, and other healthier lifestyle choices earlier on - oh yeah and NEVER started smoking! 5. Name of your first grade teacher?* Mrs. Somebody - ACK. Dark, short hair, I can picture her, but not remember her name (I'm a right brained person, you see...) ;) 6. What do you really want to be doing right now?* Sleeping in my comfy bed, no disturbances from 4 or two legged creatures. 7. What did you want to be when you were growing up?* An actress. 8. How many colleges did you attend?* 2. 9. Why did you choose the shirt that you have on right now?* It’s clean and it fits. 10. What are your thoughts on gas prices?* Suckas! We don't own a car, and use public transportation. 11. If you could move anywhere and take someone with you where would it be?* Move my family back to Portland. Or Chicago. Chicago is fun. 12. First thought when the alarm went off this morning?* Is it 6:30 already? 13. Last thought before going to sleep last night?* Try to get up on time. 14. Do you miss being a child?* Sometimes. 15. What errand/chore do you despise the most?* Doing the dishes. 17. If you didn’t have to work, would you volunteer?* Yes. 18. Get up early or sleep in?* Sleep in whenever they let me. 19. What is your favorite cartoon character?* Snoopy. 20. Favorite thing to do at night with a girl/guy?* Cuddle up and sleep. 21. Have you found real love yet?* I think I have. 22. When did you start feeling old?* When I could relate to sciatica. 24. Your favorite lunch meal?* Enchiladas. 25. What do you get every time you go into Wal-Mart?* NOTHING. Made FOR children, BY children. 26. Beach or lake?* Either is lovely. 27. Do you think marriage is an outdated ritual?* Nah, still wish we could get o[...]

Malka helps clean for Pesach...


Ayup - it's that time of year. Pull all of the crap out of the kitchen, and clean it. Looking for "crumbs and leavening."

Living in a NYC apartment, we actually just clean out ONE cupboard, as um, you know, there's NO WHERE to put everything. So we just lock up the other cabinets.

So one cupboard and the oven done, one fridge, counters, stove top and sink to do...

A Zissen Pesach to you all!

Wrong on SO many levels...


But you know? I'm STILL Laughing. It's FUNNY! Really funny - so um, maybe you shouldn't have a mouth full of coffee...

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News, and a linky-loo...


First off, the U.T.E.R.U.S brigade "internet garage sale" is in FULL swing, and it's all to help fellow infertiles, including our dear pal, Cali.

So go bid on something, would ya?! (I made the orange, by the by, and am sad that there's NO bids on it! WAAAAAA)

Now onto some OTHER exciting news - Malka got into Renanim!

The MOMENT we walked in, we KNEW it was the right place for her - diverse kids, two certified teachers in each room - one that is American, one that is Israeli - the main teacher in the room that will be Malka's spent almost an hour talking to us, and showing us how they prepare them for kindergarten! Teaching them letters, numbers, etc. They take field trips, and BEST of all? We got some financial aid! It's still going to cost us more than we're paying now, but not the scary amount from other places, and it's

Malka starts in JUNE! OY! Can you say - tax spending incentive money going towards the education of a Jewish baby with lesbian moms! (image)

The Israeli teacher in Malka's room is in the last picture on the left hand column, with all of the curly hair.


do you twitter?


It's great for when those snippets of blog posts come to mind, I can just send a text message to my "assigned number," and it's automatically updated!

It's SO cool. You should try it.

All the cool kids are doing it.

And um, you know, if you wanted to follow me, I'm "saderman."

Calling the IVP...


Go and send some love to Chicory and family. They've had some serious suckiness this year, and one of their rays of hope was just dashed.

Love you, Chicory. Sending white light.

looking for my mojo...


My "to do list" is HUGE - and I'm either being lazy, or just un-motivated, or overwhelmed, or WTF? I don't know. But here's my list:

-finish all of my fun, fantastic sewing projects (see earlier posts for the WIP)
-clean my house
-fold Malka's laundry
-stick to my WW plan
-paint and mount the "Torah shelf" I made for Narda for her birthday
-clean out Malka's closet, move all of my crap out of it
-general de-cluttering, find something for the U.T.E.R.U.S. "garage sale"
-make the photo albums for the adoption of child #2
-copy Narda's and my birth certificates, send to adoption agency
-take Malka's artwork, cut up to mount onto nicely folded pieces of paper, turning them into GORGEOUS thank you cards
-finish a bazillion craft/knitting/sewing projects
-finish Malka's scrap book (um, I did 3 pages about a year ago)
-get hair cut

And this doesn't even begin the "at work" to do list, of things that are "OK to wait a while, but SO need to get done" - like all of my check lists for the Major Chagim (holidays), but my window of time to get them done is narrowing.

My WW leader once said, when I asked her what the deal was - she (bless her heart) said - follow the Nike Ad - Just do it. It's SUCH a simple concept. To just STOP being in my own way. If only I could just put my fears/baggage/laziness/whatever on a shelf, and just get shit done, I'd be much happier.

Like this am, I loaded the dishwasher while Malka ate her yogurt, and then she helped me scoop the litter boxes and take out the trash. It's such a small thing, but I feel like superwoman for accomplishing it. I shouldn't, though, you know?

Character love


So it started with a simple fascination with the diapers. The ones with the characters form the only show she watches - Sesame Street. (OK, and a little Bob the Builder on occasion, when I'm tired of cycling through the 7 episodes on demand and need variety, but I digress...)

So at first, she didn't mind so much WHICH character was on the "Cheetool" (Hebrew for diaper), but I'm trying to figure out which kid in daycare to blame for suddenly turning my kid into a character-obsessed-girly-girl! Suddenly, she ONLY wanted the Zoe diapers, she made Mommy and I kiss Zoe, just like she did. She has recently been OK with the other ones, as I simply tell her that we're out of Zoe Cheetoolim, and does she want Elmo or Ernie or Cookie Monster. They all make her happy, so it's fine. (We keep her in the 7th gens by day, but she needs the more absorbent Pam*ers at night). But then! Nayla, in her daycare room, turned two, and gave out Easter baskets to everyone. (oy, another rant, but they DID appreciate the hamentashen I brought!) And IN the basket (after I secretly passed on the uber-sugar crap, but did save a piece or two of "chak-oh-lette" for the Cheeky), were some barrettes. Malka squealed "Zoe!" and pointed. And I was all - HUH? And she grabbed the package of barrettes, and HUGGED THEM to her chest, and squealed "ZOE!" And I felt my sense of self as a parent drop a notch or two.

But at least, she's letting me put a barrette IN her hair now, which might at least, prevent the "how old is HE" questions from being so popular. Because yes, Virginia, even girly girls wear shirts with basketballs on them.

A NEW take on "just one less"


Just one less second that he's in office...


Thanks for the reminder, Artsweet!

Stomach bugs suck ass


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But at least I have cute and furry company.

If purrs could be bottled as analgesics...

(That's Cougie Bear on my neck, and Quincy beast on my chest.)