ZAZA— Sooner Or Later

This New York based duo sure know how to craft some sexy ass jams. Which they seem totally aware of, as their My Space headline reads, “Music to make out to.” And they’re not lying. Case in point, “Sooner Or Later,” which exudes a level of darkness that’s not quite black, but defiantly a darker shade of gray—the perfect audio nightcap to an evening filled with bad decisions, made with people that probably aren’t yours. 

Drench Yourself In Sauciness ||  http://www.myspace.com/warofzaza

Relief.  Resting.  Exhaustion.  Tiredness. SO glad it’s Friday night.  This week was packed full of activities, as per usual at our house, but when you throw in a bit of coughing and sickness, it is so tiring.  Again, I’m glad it’s over.  I don’t have a thing to do for two days.

Our homestudy update meeting went well. 

I spoke at a MOPS group on Thursday and that went well.

We started a new unit for the boys on Colombia and that went well.

Many of our media drive items sold on eBay this week and that went REALLY well.

(Is anyone else seeing a trend here?)

But the most exciting trivial news for me personally is that I FINALLY found a second little wooden chair for Zaza’s tea party table.  I’ve been looking for one for months.  I sauntered into a second-hand store on a whim and there it sat, shining its happy yellow self at me.  Yes, it needs to be sanded and primed to get caught up with its sister chair and accompanying table.  I’ve been saving pictures of darling hand-painted furniture for inspiration.  I’ve often thought that I would love to paint children’s furniture as a hobby/money-maker… but alas, I’m too busy momentarily.  Maybe when the kids are gone…. but then I’ll be painting the furniture for the grandkids.  So much for money-making.  Here are a few ditties that I love.  I can’t wait to get started, but it will most likely be after Christmas.

Bon jeudi soir, youpi!

Demain vendredi, dites moi que vous êtes pas content que ce le soit.. si oui je vous crois pas! sinon, donnez-moi votre recette.

J’aime mon travail, mais le week-end c’est agréable…  C’est surtout les sortiessssssssssssss, les clubs la danse.

Faut que je règle mon histoire de vendredi denier, mon nageur!, j’ai pas eu le courage de lui dire….qu’il n’y avait pas de chimie… c’est une mec franchement plein de potentiel mais il n’y a rien!  quand je le vois, c’est ok… pas plus … Moi j’aime L’Amour qui fait mal…lol  je veux dire, le mec,  il faut qu’il m’allume….

Ah oui il ya aussi un autre type sympathique et là j’ai été vraiment vilaine, nous avions convenus une rencotnre dimanche mais j’ai pas rappelé et j’ai rien dit.. Bon je me suis excusé… mais bon, c’est cheap je l’avoue… mais bon… Ben ma raison!, c’est pas un barbue blond musclé.. qui sait ce week-end je vais le trouver….

Y’a également mon beau grand gars avec qui j’avais rompue il y a déjà , hummmmmm…..   août 2009 parce que j’étais indécie, bien je me suis excusé de la façon dont je l’avais laissé…. Bon il m’nn veut pas… alors…. sur la glace, mais je ne crois pas que je vais revenir vers lui, because, quand je vais à la chasse, jamais le même gibier…..

Bref le week-end demain  et on va voir… mon nageur est disponible mais j’ai pas le goût, je vais au resto avec une amie, me raconter, en fait elle sait pas mal tout elle lit le blogue….  Je me garde des intrigues perso, vous imaginez…. Mais après je vais sortir c’est sur, je m’assume… de la Grande Vilaine Charrue!  Pis mon blond m’attend….  Mais il faudra que je lui dise que ça marche pas……

Dans un augtre ordre idée, je me questionne, j’observe que les gens sont voyeurs mais ne passe pas à l’action.  J’explique, mon blogue a un trafique intéressant, bien que modeste… beaucoup vont le lire, mais pour les commentaires!… les suivis!, y’a peux ou pas de gens sauf Zaza, ma fidèle lectrice…

Je me demande pourquoi, la gène?  J’imagine que les gens ont rien à dire!

Nnonnnnnnnnnnn je ne le crois pas, la gêne? pourtant c’est anonyme…. Comme si les gens observaient simplement mais arrêtaient là…. bon j’imagine que je ne suis pas assez provocateur comme charrue… mettre des vrais noms?, raconter ce qui se passe dans les coins noirs? demander au gens de me raconter leurs phantasmes?, pourquoi pas!… le sexe, les idées cochonnes ça attire et ça fait bouger dans tous les sens du terme…..

Est-ce que je devrais chanager de sujet dans le blogue??  je n’ai pas d’idée, bon bien,  je continue à me raconter en me disant, au moins je fais rire des gens… pourquoi pas!…

mais ce qui me dérange, c’est que les gens sont peux locasse et  le sont réellement danns la vie comme ça et moi le premier… on bouge quand la soupe est chaude ou quand y’a du sexe de l’Amour …. Mais ou est la passion???…  soyons dérésonnable et demain taquinnons les gens autour de nous… j’espère juste que Miss Peggy va pas lire ça parce que ça va être ma fête demain….

Bouger, faites quelques choses de vous, faites plus que moi… Du bénévolat!, adopter un chat!, aller voir un film!, découvrer votre passion! dites-le moi, recontacter de vieux amis… parce que pendant que vous attendez le prince charmand, le temps passe… l’idéal n’existe pas, mais bon quand on ratisse large on a plus de chance de trouver… oui oui cibler c’est une autre solution, mais moi je suis paraisseux… et vous!  Changer votre vie, changer la Vie…. parce que qu’attendre c’est pas la solution…

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Nur einen kurzen Moment hat es gedauert, ehe mir einfiel, woran mich diese beiden entzückenden Damen erinnern …

Raffael, Putti-Detail der »Sixtinischen Madonna« (1513), Dresden, Galerie Alte Meister

Der Sommer scheint schon wieder so lange her …

Herkes onu konuşuyor…

Kurtlar Vadisi Pusu’ya yeni katılan Zaza karakteri oynamaya başladığı ilk bölümden beri herkesin dilinde. Konuşmaları, ses tonu, hareketleriyle taklit edilen Zaza, İskender Büyük’ten sonra yine çok tutulan bir karakter olacak gibi.

         Batının İslam medeniyetine bakış açısı, batıdaki göçmen sorunları (veya islam sorunu) ve batının bu soruna bulduğu veya bulmaya çalıştığı çözümlemeler dikkatle incelenmelidir.  Nitekim bizdeki iç sorunlar da bununla paralellik göstermektedir. Her biri sınırsız özgürlükleri ve hoşgörüleriyle ünlü Avrupa ülkelerini müslüman halklara potansiyel suçlu olarak bakmaları, bizim bakış açımıza  ne kadar da benziyor. Söylermisiniz Londra metrosunda, dünyanın en uygar polisinin sırf esmer olduğu için bir genci yere yatırıp tartaklamasıyla, İstanbulun orta yerinde bizim polisimizin bizim esmer çocukları tartaklaması aynı değil midir?  Batıda Müslüman veya esmersen, bizde Kürt veya Alevi isen suçlusundur. Bu potansiyel suçlu olma durumudur. Toplumun sana biçtiği rolü aktif bir şekilde yaşamaktır.

        Topluluklar hakkındaki önyargılar ortadan kaldırılmadan bu tür sorunlar yok olmaz. Mesela, falanca topluluğa, bir yerlere bomba yerleştirdiği için mi kuşkuyla bakılır, yoksa falanca topluluk, kendisine kuşkuyla bakıldığı için mi bomba yerleştirir? …..  Bu bir kısır döngüdür içinden çıkılması çok güç olan. Bu sorun ancak önyargılardan vazgeçmeyle çözülebilir. Tüm kültürlere ihtiyaç duydukları onuru ve ilgiyi vererek onları yaşama bağlıyabiliriz.

         Yabancı bir kültüre yabancı olduğu sebebiyle göz yummak, saygı göstermek değildir, üstü kapalı biçimde o kültürü aşağılamaktır, isterse iyi niyetle yapılmış olsun.  İşte bizdeki sorun da tam olarak bu nokta ile ilgilidir. Hatta biraz daha ileri gidip ‘x’ kültürünün güzelliklerini yok sayıp, çirkinlikerini hep ön planda tutarak o toplumu aşağılama durumu olduğu bile söylenebilir. Bunu çok kişi yapıyor  iyi niyetliler bile. Halbuki bu durum gelip geçicidir ve de bu durumdan o toplumu sorumlu tutmamız çok saçma olur.  Zenginliklerini sahip olduğu kültürü az bile olsa araştırıp gözlemlersek, bir nebze de olsa görüşlerimizin değişeceğinden eminim.

Kelly is my blog sister who lives in Tennessee and is also adopting from Colombia with Gladney Center for Adoption.  We both decorated our little Colombian princesses’ rooms in mariposas de la lavanda (lavender butterflies)!  Her blog this past week could have been written from my heart as much as it was from hers.  So here is Kelly’s post that says exactly how I’m feeling too:

We’d Love a Referral in November–It Is National Adoption Month =)

There are so many things that are hard to explain to people, when I’m trying to share our story. I have learned though, that some people just don’t get “it.” Countless times I have been asked why we are going to Colombia, and why we are not adopting here @ “home.” Really people just don’t get “it.” I am thankful that God has made it clear to us, that our daughter is in Colombia. Now, I just have to be patient & wait for the details of the rest of our journey. We know that we will not be traveling in 2009, because the courts in Colombia close Dec. 15th to Jan. 15th. There is still a possibility that we will get our referral this year & then we would travel when the courts opened in January. This is our prayer. Have I ever told ya’ll how hard waiting is? =)

If you have followed our eternal adoption saga, you know that I’m a tad sad today.  November 3rd is the last day of the year 2009 that a referral call can be received from Bogota… and your child can be home by Christmas.  Our call did not come today.  This will be Christmas #3 without our baby girl looking wide-eyed at her first glistening Christmas tree, or having a family to gather with and sing carols in a strange language, or making Sugar cookies in the shapes of stars, candy canes and snowmen with sprinkles.  I don’t know if I can stand to put the baby ornaments on the tree this year.

When I think of the life Zaza is most likely living right now… down in Colombia… it makes my heart sad.  We pray for her every single day to be cared for, warm, fed and loved.  I know it will be the shock of her life to leave all that is familiar to her… food, weather, friends, home, caretakers, clothes, smells, Spanish, songs and games.  I’m glad that we stay in Colombia for a month to get used to each other in her surroundings.  But I honestly cannot wait to shower her in love and kisses.  To bring her to her own home and show Zaza her darling yellow room with the purple bed.  Her very own room!  With butterflies, dragonflies, flowers and the sun painted in bright colors and glitter dancing around the tops of her walls.  Her own curvy mirror to look in, comb her black hair that is just like her daddy’s and admire her beautiful clothes.  I can’t wait to hear squealing in our home again, high-pitched laughter and giggling.  We haven’t had princess tea parties in many years around here.  And dancing.  Yes, we will dance with Zaza.

We started a unit with the boys today on patience and plant growth.  As I read the definition “patience is waiting without complaining” I realized why God planned for us to start the unit today… Nov. 3rd.   I plan my homeschool year in early June, when I wasn’t aware of the Nov. 3rd cut off date.  And of course it would be patience out of all the character traits that it could be.  HE knew!  So we planted grass and flowers and herbs and vegetables today.  Of course I thought of doing all this with Zaza by my side making a mess next year.  I pray she loves gardening even half as much as I do.  We’ll have great fun together with the dirt, water, seeds and rocks.  I’ve been eyeing the little gardening gloves, rubber boots and color coordinated kid-sized garden tools at JoAnns.  I LOVE those!  A must have.

The courts in Bogota are closed from Dec. 15 to Jan. 15th, so there will be no action at all until after that. {sigh} The good news of Nov. 3rd being over is that the holidays are spent focussing on the family that is here, the few years we have left together, and making memories that will last. 

I read the book A Seed is a Promise today…. and it is, whether it is an actual plant seed, or the seed of a child born in your heart.  It is a promise.  A promise that will come true… if we have patience (and wait without complaining!)

Pumpkin carving is a Fall tradition that I’m happily not really an active part of anymore.  My participation will come again when Zaza arrives, but for now I’m happy to buy the pumpkins, hand out knives and point to the back yard.  Keeve is an eager beaver when it comes to creativity and pumpkins.  He couldn’t wait to stab the thing.  Last year I remember picking dried pumpkin off of the glass picnic table, so I assigned the grass as said carving area this year.

Yet another sign of Fall:  socks were actually worn in the morning, but discarded by noon because the weather isn’t cold enough yet to wear them outside for pumpkin carving.  And look!  Some of the grass is still green.  Time to overseed!

Keeve is heavily wrapped up in Myth Busters, hence the Busted pumpkin.  Whatever.  As long as I don’t have to pick dried pumpkin off patio furniture I’m good with it.  Are those little slimy pieces of pumpkin on that chair???  Please stay tuned for Harvest Festival photos. 

Long live All Saints Day!

We found out that we have moved from #23 on the waitlist in Bogota… to number 19!  YEAH!  Closely followed by a groan.  If you don’t take into consideration that families could have moved onto this list (like we did) from a younger or older list, only FOUR kids found their forever homes in three months.  Sad!  If it stays at this rate it will be another 14 months until we get the call.  SAY IT ISN’T SO!  Please pray that ICBF moves the files along FAR quicker than this!  It can happen!  We want Zaza home now!

We are pleased with progress, nonetheless.  One day closer to kissing her little cheeks!

Listen to Korday’s remix of ZAZA’s “Arms Length.” LOVE.

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I did some tallying today and figured out that we have raised $996.80 through our media drive!  Isn’t that AMAZING!?!

We asked friends, neighbors and relatives if they had books, movies, music, games, whatever… lying around that they could donate toward Zaza’s adoption funds.  I have sold some of the items at a used bookstore, but mostly I’ve been selling everything on ebay!  It’s a nationwide garage sale where you make WAY more per item than a neighborhood garage sale!

Just wanted to report the good news!  Thank you to all who have sent boxes of goodies our way!  We appreciate your time and energy spent to help bring home our little girl.  And no, I’m not done selling.   There are still several boxes in the garage that are awaiting their turn to be seen on ebay.  Again, thanks!  From the depths of our hearts, THANKS!

Echo & The Bunnymen at Mercury Lounge, 10.17.09

With a career spanning over 30 years, Liverpool’s Echo & The Bunnymen are polished industry vets, icons and heroes to some of today’s greatest. Fact. I was first exposed to E&TB through two of the greatest films ever Pretty in Pink and The Lost Boys and since then have held them in high esteem as instrumental figures to one of the most important decades of our time: The 80’s.

Nearly three decades into their career, original band members Ian McCulloch and Will Sergeant made their rounds on the festival circuit this year and released the new album The Fountain this month. One local stop on the festival tour was at the All Points music festival in August but we unfortunately did not make it to their set due to the harsh monsoon-like weather experienced that day. We however received a stroke of luck this past Saturday when E&TB played the ultra intimate 250 person capacity lower-east side venue Mercury Lounge!

Brooklyn’s ZAZA opened the show with about 3 songs before E&TB took the stage to play a heavenly 1 hour + set. Lead singer Ian McCulloch’s voice sounded absolutely pristine over the strums and drums of the band. The gig was mesmerizing, with friendly fans old and new reveling in McCulloch’s stage presence and frequent banter. Personal highlights included Dancing Horses, Killing Moon,  The Cutter, Nothing Lasts Forever, and the cover of Lou Reed’s Take a Walk on the Wild Side. Unfortunately due to what I assume to be time constraints Lips Like Sugar was omitted.

If you missed them this time around, E&TBM will play Hammerstein Ballroom on November 22nd. Tickets can be purchased HERE.

MP3: Echo & The Bunnymen – People are Strange or zShare

MP3: Echo & The Bunnymen – Bring on the Dancing Horses (Extended Mix) or zShare

He empezado a reducir mis desayunos, creo que como demasiado. Ya veis lo que he metido hoy en la batidora. He pensado que era mucho y ni he hecho tostadas ni he añadido yogur al mejunje. Dicen que la papaya es una especie de alimento-milagro por todo lo que aporta. A ver si se empieza a notar en mi organismo.

Con la barriga bien llena he pensado que podía acercarme a la playa, pero una vez más me he distraído por el camino y no he llegado a la arena. Enfrente de casa hay una pousada que se llama Pipa Ocean View y ahí está pasando algo. Creo que se está alojando algún famosillo o un pez gordo. Desde hace unos días hay dos seguratas en la puerta, con unos brazaletes distintivos. Por el pueblo también se ven algunas chicas con el mismo brazalete y el outfit oficial de productora: walkie, telerín con uno o dos móviles colgando, maxibolso, pantalón fashion pero holgado para salir corriendo cuando sea necesario para el bien de la producción y paquete de Marlboro light en una mano y libreta en la otra. Son gente de producción fijo, conozco muy bien a esa especie. Si en los próximos días veo un chófer llevando tortillas amunt i avall, se trata de televisión fijo. Y embobándome con una cosa y otra, no sé cómo he acabado sentado en el Zaza.

El Zaza es un chiringuito playero bastante mono con vocación internacional, con cartas en alemán y esas cosas. Me he sentado a comer. He pedido una ensalada de pollo (salada de frango) y un bocata Picanha Special que estaba para morirse. Ya tengo mi dosis de carnaca para unos cuantos días. Mientras estaba comiendo ha venido un perro y cuando estaba a punto de poner las patas de delante encima de la mesa le ha ahuyentado un chico  que ha venido a pedirme un cigarro y cuando estaba a punto de decir algo más le ha ahuyentado un señor que quería venderme ostras, y a éste le ha ahuyentado el camarero que me traía una cerveza. El chico del cigarro ha venido dos veces más, una para decirme que con mi cigarro iba a hacerse un porro y que estaba invitado. Le he dicho que obrigado pero que no, y al cabo de un rato ha vuelto, se ha sentado en la silla de enfrente y me suelta que es profesor de surf (cuerpo de surfer tiene, desde luego), que hoy es su día libre y que si me quiero tomar una cerveza con él en la playa o en su casa “y así nos conocemos”. Cómo odio lo de “y así nos conocemos”. Ya sé yo lo que quieres conocer de mí, mulatico.

Ayer mencioné a Los Pekenikes en el blog y el fundador del grupo tuvo a bien dejar un comentario que me hizo mucha ilusión. Estuve cotilleando qué habían hecho a parte de lo más conocido y resulta que han hecho algunos temas muy dignos de salir en las pelis de Tarantino, como lo que hacían Calderón y Algueró. Ayer compré en iTunes Store “Los cuatro muleros” y está muy bien. La web provisional del grupo es esta, por si queréis redescubrirles.

Si alguien quiere mandarme alguna canción lo agradeceré mucho, tengo trilladísimo todo lo que hay en el iPod y desde aquí no es fácil comprar mucha cosa. Y así nos conocemos.

Por cierto, en el camino de vuelta a casa me he embobado con este edificio, que veo cada día pero nunca lo había fotografiado. Creo que es una pousada abandonada. Por lo menos a Miquel creo que le gustará, y a mí me gusta lo que suena: Nunca habrá primera vez, de Loud. 

The only adoption news lately is:

1.  I just bought the most darling pair of pink plaid Converse for Zaza.  Totally darling. (OK, I know.  Hurting news.)

2.  Our media drive had taken an upswing these past two weeks with several large donations and over $400 in sales on ebay this week!  Wooo Hooo!

3.  Matt continues to cook for Matt’s Meals with a Mission, where he goes to other people’s homes and cooks dinner for them.  How do you say thanks to an almost 18 year old kid who donates 75% of the money he earns to your adoption????  I can’t figure it out either.  We are humbled and blessed.  MMM has also earned over $500 so far!  Wooo Hooo!  THANKS, Matt!!!!

4.  I’ve missed the last two conference calls.  Lame, I realize.  I’ve been swamped with traveling for speaking because of my new book release, and I haven’t even called to make a “new information call” appointment.  THIS week it will happen!  I promise.

5.  Sad news:  we did find out that if we don’t get our referral call by Nov. 3rd, Zaza will spend yet another Christmas in Colombia…. while I cry again  putting the kids’ ornaments on the tree.  ( 

But it could happen!  We serve a BIG God.  It’s all in His capable hands and we’re resting in His timing.

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