I’m Tearing Up A Bit

I’m getting messages and pictures from folks at the Adoptee Rights Demonstration in Philadelphia today.  I see the folks that have worked so hard, for so long, to put this together, all gathering to make this thing a reality.

Article From The Philadelphia Inquirer

The Facebook Page for The Demonstration

The Demonstration Page

More On the demonstration

Congratulations to everybody involved and thank you for fighting for adoptee rights.  You are the best.


Alternatives To Violence

Being an adoptee can make you want to throttle everyone you meet sometimes, but you just can’t do that. Read more about it here….

Melanie’s bitchy post at Grown In My Heart

To anyone that might take offense, I was talking about someone else.  Really.  I was.


Orphan Art Imitates Life

Why do you think that a movie like orphan got made in the first place?  Do you think that adoptees, orphans, foundlings, whatever you want to call us weren’t perceived as creepy before?  Don’t fool yourself.

Horror movies at their very heart are morality tales.  They work on appealing to our sense of order.  If something isn’t quite right, all hell can break loose.  That is the hook.

Horror works on universal fears.  The thing in the dark, the thing we don’t know, the thing in close proximity.  Orphans always work because they are all of those things.  We come from, if not a bad place, many times an unknown place.  We are born one thing and are expected to be another.  We are by our births and or abandonment, changelings.  That it is a bit creepy cannot be denied.

The movie Orphan is not playing to anything new.  Orphans are perceived as being not right, weird, something that needs to be fixed.  If they were not there would be no such thing as adoption.

I haven’t seen the movie yet, but I’m certain that it doesn’t differ from most other movies of the genre.  It’s good versus evil.  Most likely good intentions versus evil, and that’s the really scary part.  Especially for adoptive parents, I think.  It plays to their most basic fears concerning adoption.  What if good intentions can’t make it right?  What if they fail?  What if the orphan remains an orphan?  What if good really can’t fix evil?

As to the adoptees, the orphans, the foundlings that are upset by this preception, too bad, so sad.  Make no mistake, to some degree you are stuck with it.  We are different.  We do come from an unusual place.  This will always be perceived as somewhat creepy by some.  We do interfer with the general sense of order.

But it is just a movie.  Little Esther is no more real than Frankenstein.  She’s no more real than Damien, than Rhoda, than all the things in the dark.  She’s no more real than the foot steps in the hall that wake you at night.  She is just a figment of our collective imagination.

How powerful can that be?

This Is Weird

Did I ever tell you about the time I met Billy Mays?

Yep.  I met Billy Mays.

Several years ago hubby and I attended a grocery trade show in Lincoln, NE.  It was just the trill ride it sounds like.  Every other industry in the world has trade shows in places like New York, or even Las Vegas, where there is a damn thing to do.  But the grocery industry seems to favor places like Lincoln or Tulsa.  While I suppose it does make doing things like buying chewing gum and detergent seem more interesting by contrast, it’s not something that you look forward to all year.

This trade show went like all the others, everybody wanting to offer me a deal on their fantastic new products that were about to set the consumer world on fire.  People mainly just mill around at these things and wait for the prize drawings.  Nobody at all would show up at these things if there were not prize drawings.

As we wandered through we did notice that there were a lot of people gathering around one booth.  As we got closer we could see that people were acting excited about whatever was going on.  Turns out that Billy Mays was there, live and in person.  Grocers are a simple people who tend to not get out much.

We exchanged a giggle about folks getting so worked up and moved on to the Tide booth.

Later that day as we were walking toward the exit, tired from a full day taking advantage of specials deals, Billy Mays, the man himself, walked up to us.

“Hi, I’m Billy Mays”

“Yes, you are.”, I say.

“I’d like to talk to you about OxiClean.” He conveniently had a container of OxyClean with him.

“OK”  Whatever.

then he launches into the full spiel, the one you saw about 10 million times on TV.  For just my husband and I.  I’m not kidding.

He did not stop.

We finally went over to his booth and ordered some damn OxyClean just to get him to leave us alone.  He also wouldn’t let us leave without an autographed picture.  I had him make it out to my dad, it still hangs up here at the store.  It reads, “Keep it clean, Dad”  signed Billy.

All I’ve got to say is that Billy Mays did work for what he got. Can you imagine running down individual folks at a trade show to sell a few lousy cases of your product?

Yeah, now I’m wondering who is going to be next too.

Oh and watch this, it’s funny…

Billy Mays orders McDonald’s drive thru

It’s Time For Camp

No not THAT camp.

The girls at Grown In My Heart have put together a book about cultural enrichment for adoptees, if they like it or not.

Here’s the official announcement..

Traditionally, a culture camp brings together adopted children from around the world so they can share their experiences with each other. Some camps offer sleep away camp settings while others only offer day camps.

Children and adults learn about culture, history, adoption heritage, and intolerance and character. Most culture camps enrich cultural literacy include physical activities, world music and crafts.  By nature they accommodate different learning styles.

But what happens when your children are just too young to attend a culture camp and are seriously interested in learning about their culture or making friends from the same region or orphanage?

Perhaps your child yearns to know children who “look like them” because they are the only child in their class with dark skin or Asian eyes. This is still common in today’s society no matter how much we try to pretend it is not.

How do you integrate culture into your children’s lives when they don’t want to have anything to do with it? Do you sneak it in with fantastic cooking? Do you read great literature with them? Or do you make them sit down and learn about their history?

We have just the solution for you. Introducing a new resource for adoptive parents: a Culture Camp for Kids; What to do when they can’t do (or they don’t want to)

This e-Book features countless activities suitable for young children from around the world. Once your focus is determined, it’s time to gather supplies. A trip to the library should yield plenty of books (and we have also supplied a fabulous list in our Literature Section).

Price is only $9.95 and you will receive over 25 crafts, 27 recipes, and 18 games. You will also get links to countless cultural books and coloring pages. The best part? A portion of your purchase will go to NDFH, a special needs orphanage in China.

Click on the Add to Cart to go directly to the purchase site.