Remember when I said before that Mr. Wonderful and I have been attending classes in hopes of being selected to become foster parents?
If you don't remember me mentioning that, it is probably because you clicked on the link I posted last week on facebook that took you to a post all about sappy love songs called, "YouTube kick." I sincerely apologize for that. I didn't realize that the link would bring you to that post. The sappy love songs were really just for me...I had no intentions of asking you all to sit through them! The link I meant to send you to, "actually watch the videos" had silly songs at the beginning then talked about foster parenting toward the end. If you missed it and are curious as to why in the world we wish to become foster parents, then you can go back and read it :)
Okay, so remember I said how much work has been involved in taking those classes? Well, a lot of that work is meant to help them get to know us better and help them make the best decision regarding our ability to foster. Most of the "work" has been fairly simple up to this point, such as answering specific questions about ourselves and our lives. Well, this week it got a little complicated. Meaning that they asked us to write an autobiography. Really? An autobiography?! Um, okay.....I guess....If you really want me to...
Initially, I was thinking, "that's a pretty big request, but I'm pretty good at putting things on paper, so I'm sure I can handle it." I came home, put on my comfy pjs, propped up some pillows, grabbed my pen and paper, and crawled into bed to write. And then something strange happened. I wasn't exactly sure what to write. I found myself looking at the guide that they gave us and just answering the questions on there. Most of what I wrote didn't even make sense. It was a disaster.
I never have any problems talking about myself and my life when I'm blogging. I decided that I would look back over my blog posts and just print a few of them off and then fill in the blanks to make a finished product. You know, I decided to cheat. Blogging comes so easily for me. I'm not sure what the difference is. I guess that when I blog I feel like I'm am having a conversation with my best friend. I never really think about anyone really reading it. That is probably why I usually end up revealing such personal things...I just feel comfortable sharing it and completely forget that someone may actually stumble on it and read the intimate details of my chaotic and crazy life!
After looking over a few of my old posts, I think the hardest part of this "autobiography" project will be trying to narrow it down! I sure don't want my worker falling asleep as she reads about my boring life!!
If you don't remember me mentioning that, it is probably because you clicked on the link I posted last week on facebook that took you to a post all about sappy love songs called, "YouTube kick." I sincerely apologize for that. I didn't realize that the link would bring you to that post. The sappy love songs were really just for me...I had no intentions of asking you all to sit through them! The link I meant to send you to, "actually watch the videos" had silly songs at the beginning then talked about foster parenting toward the end. If you missed it and are curious as to why in the world we wish to become foster parents, then you can go back and read it :)
Okay, so remember I said how much work has been involved in taking those classes? Well, a lot of that work is meant to help them get to know us better and help them make the best decision regarding our ability to foster. Most of the "work" has been fairly simple up to this point, such as answering specific questions about ourselves and our lives. Well, this week it got a little complicated. Meaning that they asked us to write an autobiography. Really? An autobiography?! Um, okay.....I guess....If you really want me to...
Initially, I was thinking, "that's a pretty big request, but I'm pretty good at putting things on paper, so I'm sure I can handle it." I came home, put on my comfy pjs, propped up some pillows, grabbed my pen and paper, and crawled into bed to write. And then something strange happened. I wasn't exactly sure what to write. I found myself looking at the guide that they gave us and just answering the questions on there. Most of what I wrote didn't even make sense. It was a disaster.
I never have any problems talking about myself and my life when I'm blogging. I decided that I would look back over my blog posts and just print a few of them off and then fill in the blanks to make a finished product. You know, I decided to cheat. Blogging comes so easily for me. I'm not sure what the difference is. I guess that when I blog I feel like I'm am having a conversation with my best friend. I never really think about anyone really reading it. That is probably why I usually end up revealing such personal things...I just feel comfortable sharing it and completely forget that someone may actually stumble on it and read the intimate details of my chaotic and crazy life!
After looking over a few of my old posts, I think the hardest part of this "autobiography" project will be trying to narrow it down! I sure don't want my worker falling asleep as she reads about my boring life!!
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