Remember my ode to the MTV hit "16 and Pregnant"? Well, I am suffering from a major addiction to the show. I'm seriously an addict. The second season has begun and I have to watch all the episodes. I usually find myself super frustrated at the girls and how silly they're acting and I find myself feeling not as satisfied as I wanted to be when the show is over. But I still find myself looking for re-runs, hoping there may have been some parts that I missed, hoping to fill that void I always feel when it's over. I know why I watch the show. I have become so passionate about adoption and what a wonderful option it is that I hope one of these girls might consider it. And I compare. I compare how wonderful our birthmom is to the other girls. How mature and lovely and smart she is. I do feel the show does a good job of not glamorizing the whole teens raising babies thing. But it's soooo frustrating! I just want to smack those girls and hug them at the same time and yell at them "What in the world are you doing?" So, lets think about this:
-I absolutely HAVE to watch every episode.
-I watch to get a sense of relief but find myself very frustrated in the end.
-I look for re-runs hoping that a sense of relief will come but it never does.
-I know I need to stop watching but I always want more.
What do you think? Addict. Yes? I told Diego last night that I thought I was an addict and he said, "Well, if you're an addict, there's not much we can do." That's the spirit honey! Way to be supportive.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Our Tree
This is our tree:
Well to be honest, I don't know if it's really a tree. Matter of fact, I don't know what kind of a plant it is at all. But we call it a tree and that makes us happy. Mr. Tree, as I will now refer to him, has had many homes. We bought him when we lived in Los Alamos from... Lowes was it? Oh I don't remember and it's not important. Anyway, Diego felt he would make a perfect addition to our breakfast nook and he definitely did. Mr. Tree was happiest (or so I thought) living in that bright room next to the sliding glass window which led to a balcony overlooking the beautiful forest. But that home was short-lived. Although Diego and I had lived there for over two years, Mr. Tree really only lived in that house for a couple months before we found out we were moving to Phoenix. He went on vacation once. That's right, Mr. Tree decided it would be best to live with my sister, Marianne, for two months while we made our move to sunny Arizona. Even though it meant he had to deal with our little nephew crawling to him, pulling out his trunk, and carelessly throwing him on the floor almost daily. He stood strong and never complained once. It only seemed to make him stronger. Glad was the day that we were able to bring Mr. Tree home to us. We placed him in our new living room next to the entertainment center where he lived for another two years. But as before, Mr. Tree was starting to get bullied by another baby, our little Josh, and as much as they loved each other, we all mutually agreed that Mr. Tree might feel better living on the stair case. And boy does he ever! You see, last week Mr. Tree became a man:
Mr. Tree! How come you never told us you can grow flowers? A big, beautiful, long-sloaping stem of white flowers. They only open at night and they fill the house with a strong scent. A scent which has been causing me nightly headaches, but don't tell Mr. Tree that. I thought he loved living in our breakfast nook in New Mexico the best but Mr. Tree has proven me wrong. He loves his stair case home. It's as if he wants to thank me by giving me fresh flowers every night. Thank you Mr. Tree! I know he has brown spots, is covered in dust, and his shape isn't as uniform and well-rounded as other trees but we love him anyway. I hope he sticks around for a long time.
Well to be honest, I don't know if it's really a tree. Matter of fact, I don't know what kind of a plant it is at all. But we call it a tree and that makes us happy. Mr. Tree, as I will now refer to him, has had many homes. We bought him when we lived in Los Alamos from... Lowes was it? Oh I don't remember and it's not important. Anyway, Diego felt he would make a perfect addition to our breakfast nook and he definitely did. Mr. Tree was happiest (or so I thought) living in that bright room next to the sliding glass window which led to a balcony overlooking the beautiful forest. But that home was short-lived. Although Diego and I had lived there for over two years, Mr. Tree really only lived in that house for a couple months before we found out we were moving to Phoenix. He went on vacation once. That's right, Mr. Tree decided it would be best to live with my sister, Marianne, for two months while we made our move to sunny Arizona. Even though it meant he had to deal with our little nephew crawling to him, pulling out his trunk, and carelessly throwing him on the floor almost daily. He stood strong and never complained once. It only seemed to make him stronger. Glad was the day that we were able to bring Mr. Tree home to us. We placed him in our new living room next to the entertainment center where he lived for another two years. But as before, Mr. Tree was starting to get bullied by another baby, our little Josh, and as much as they loved each other, we all mutually agreed that Mr. Tree might feel better living on the stair case. And boy does he ever! You see, last week Mr. Tree became a man:
Mr. Tree! How come you never told us you can grow flowers? A big, beautiful, long-sloaping stem of white flowers. They only open at night and they fill the house with a strong scent. A scent which has been causing me nightly headaches, but don't tell Mr. Tree that. I thought he loved living in our breakfast nook in New Mexico the best but Mr. Tree has proven me wrong. He loves his stair case home. It's as if he wants to thank me by giving me fresh flowers every night. Thank you Mr. Tree! I know he has brown spots, is covered in dust, and his shape isn't as uniform and well-rounded as other trees but we love him anyway. I hope he sticks around for a long time.
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