Tuesday, May 28, 2013
The Twighlight Zone
We ditched cable a while back. I was really worried about this, but it hasn't been bad at all. I've been getting caught up on my Netflix queues. I am finally starting to make a dent in the Twilight Zone. That is truly an incredible show. I have also ventured out into old TV shows like the Dick Van Dyke show and my newest favorite the Jack Benny Show. It must come with age the you can really begin to appreciate the past. I mean even my musical tastes have expanded. I wasn't into the Beatles growing up, but Now I couldn't live without their music. On the music front, my newest finding is a group called Pistol Annies. I think of them as a much bitchier Dixie Chicks. I am not huge into country music, but they have good tunes that make me laugh. Try Trailer for Rent and see what you think.
Monday, May 27, 2013
Adoption of a Burned Child
About 5 year ago, We found out the fertility treatments were not working. Which I was surprisingly OK with for many reasons. The treatments required me to give her injections daily. Not a fan of that at all. And at one point I ended up taking her to the hospital due to pain caused by the treatments. So, we decided we would adopt. By this time, we were very anxious for a child. We decided we would adopt. We went to an adoption agency and found out it would take a about 2 years and 25K to adopt. I didn't have 25K laying around, but surprisingly we still went through with it. We ended up taking some loans and managed to scrape together the money.
We did research and found that the adoption agency had a list of special needs kids. We looked through the list, and saw a little boy who had been burned in a fire. We figured we could deal with the burn issues and decided to apply to adopt the child. We continued to research the child looking for any little bits we could find. As best as we could find, the child's family was living in a shack under a freeway with no electricity. Lighting was provided by oil lamps, little house on the prairie style. Anyways, the father came home on Christmas night drunk and angry at the wife. They got into a huge argument and in a fit of rage the husband through an oil lamp against the wall. The shack immediately went up in flames. I am not sure what happened next, but someone.... finally managed to get the one year old child out of the house, but not before he suffered major burns.
The parents of the child were in fear, because police and fire were on the way. The police was the biggest problem as the neighborhood of shacks under the freeway was burning to the ground. The next door shack had burned with a lady and her daughter inside. The couple knew they were in trouble. They ran the only place they could, down to a local orphanage that also served as an outreach program to the neighborhood. They left the child and fled before police could arrive.
The caregivers saw the state of the child and immediately rushed him to the hospital. At the hospital, four hour into the wait for care it was clear none was coming for this parentless child. The caregivers took the child back to the orphanage and were forced to deal with the burns the they could. They treated the burns with what they had, but this meant no anesthetic. It was very painful for the child and at one point during the night he stopped breathing. The managed to get the child breathing again and watched him the many days until he recovered.
The parents of the child, the mother, did return to the orphanage. She did not ask to see the child, but was simply there to beg for food and supplies. The grandmother occasionally visited and whispered into the child's ear that he no longer had a mommy and daddy. Finally the lady in charge of the orphanage had enough, and decided to try to get the parents to sign the child away. The reluctantly signed him away. He continues to live in the orphanage until age 3 and a half. We adopted him in April 2008.
We did research and found that the adoption agency had a list of special needs kids. We looked through the list, and saw a little boy who had been burned in a fire. We figured we could deal with the burn issues and decided to apply to adopt the child. We continued to research the child looking for any little bits we could find. As best as we could find, the child's family was living in a shack under a freeway with no electricity. Lighting was provided by oil lamps, little house on the prairie style. Anyways, the father came home on Christmas night drunk and angry at the wife. They got into a huge argument and in a fit of rage the husband through an oil lamp against the wall. The shack immediately went up in flames. I am not sure what happened next, but someone.... finally managed to get the one year old child out of the house, but not before he suffered major burns.
The parents of the child were in fear, because police and fire were on the way. The police was the biggest problem as the neighborhood of shacks under the freeway was burning to the ground. The next door shack had burned with a lady and her daughter inside. The couple knew they were in trouble. They ran the only place they could, down to a local orphanage that also served as an outreach program to the neighborhood. They left the child and fled before police could arrive.
The caregivers saw the state of the child and immediately rushed him to the hospital. At the hospital, four hour into the wait for care it was clear none was coming for this parentless child. The caregivers took the child back to the orphanage and were forced to deal with the burns the they could. They treated the burns with what they had, but this meant no anesthetic. It was very painful for the child and at one point during the night he stopped breathing. The managed to get the child breathing again and watched him the many days until he recovered.
The parents of the child, the mother, did return to the orphanage. She did not ask to see the child, but was simply there to beg for food and supplies. The grandmother occasionally visited and whispered into the child's ear that he no longer had a mommy and daddy. Finally the lady in charge of the orphanage had enough, and decided to try to get the parents to sign the child away. The reluctantly signed him away. He continues to live in the orphanage until age 3 and a half. We adopted him in April 2008.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
My secret shame....
I really enjoy watching TMZ. I know you're like that show is total garbage. Yeah, I agree, but it's funny. My favorite moments are when the photog finds someone famous and doesn't know who the person actually is. The second best is when they ask a celebrity something completely ridiculous and they totally answer. The show is basically what used to exist in the workplace senseless gossip and mocking the boss. Granted on TMZ the mocking of the boss is to his face, which is even funnier. I guess the great thing about the show is it's funny when the real news can be so depressing. We all watch crap TV, I just owned up to mine.
The courage to write any stupid thing I think of....
I love Jenny Lawson. I know there's probably something wrong with her, but there is something wrong with all of us. The thing that amazes me about Jenny Lawson is the fact that on her blog she is fearless. She will literally talk about anything. My hero.
I have always wondered about gay guys who say they only date straight guys. I mean at some point the straight guy becomes gay and the mystery must be gone. I thought it odd that people looked for a something that had such a short shelf life. I guess it's no worse than looking through porn to find a girl that totally didn't look like she'd do porn. You watch the video, and yep she did and is no longer interesting. What has become of us all? I guess it's no different than any other part of life. We strive to try new things, some of us anyways, and then once we've tried it.... it's no longer special. I guess the lesson here is the fun is in the search and not so much in the finding. Yeah, I know. You're like what in the hell is he talking about this time. I don't know. The first thing that popped in my head.
y: http://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/girl-you-wish-you-hadnt-started-a-conversation-with-at-a-party/n28602/
I have always wondered about gay guys who say they only date straight guys. I mean at some point the straight guy becomes gay and the mystery must be gone. I thought it odd that people looked for a something that had such a short shelf life. I guess it's no worse than looking through porn to find a girl that totally didn't look like she'd do porn. You watch the video, and yep she did and is no longer interesting. What has become of us all? I guess it's no different than any other part of life. We strive to try new things, some of us anyways, and then once we've tried it.... it's no longer special. I guess the lesson here is the fun is in the search and not so much in the finding. Yeah, I know. You're like what in the hell is he talking about this time. I don't know. The first thing that popped in my head.
y: http://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/girl-you-wish-you-hadnt-started-a-conversation-with-at-a-party/n28602/
Friday, May 24, 2013
Things they don't tell you when you're a kid...
They never tell you when you're a kid that much of what you consider family, May not be family at all. Very few of the people your close to will even be related to you. I got a response to one of my posts about death and the person was very distraught at the death of a coworker. I have coworkers that are as close to me as any family I have. You become attached to people as you move through life. I mean even looking at my family now. I am not related to any of the people in my house. My wife I am related to through marriage and my child through adoption.
I often think way too much emphasis is put on blood relation. At least for me, blood relation doesn't entitle you to anymore than anyone else. I'm close to my mom because she raised me and we're fairly similar. My sister Brandi I'm close to as well, but I think even if we weren't related we'd be good friends.
I often think way too much emphasis is put on blood relation. At least for me, blood relation doesn't entitle you to anymore than anyone else. I'm close to my mom because she raised me and we're fairly similar. My sister Brandi I'm close to as well, but I think even if we weren't related we'd be good friends.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Watchout for the Vietnamese Guys with the chainsaws
My neighbor behind me hired two Vietnamese guys to cut down the trees in their backyard. I have hated the trees for years and I'm glad their coming down. They were in various states of death. I'm just afraid of what the two guys with the chainsaws are going to take with them. My yard is a disaster. Limbs and pine needles as far as the eye can see. I was planning on getting out this morning and cleaning the concrete, but now I am glad I didn't. I would have been pissed if I came home to this.
Tornado
I have found as I get older the news affects me more now. I used to be able to watch the death and violence and be fine. Now it seems to take a toll. Maria is into watching it still because she writes news as her job. When something like a tornado happens, I am fine knowing the facts, but I don't really care to pour over the footage. I don't know, but maybe this all links back to 9/11. I watched endless hours of footage, and now I think it's permanently scarred me. It could also be the fact that fatherhood changed me a bit.
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