Wednesday, January 5, 2011

I am what I am

Did you look for me yesterday?  I was at an "everything you wanted to know about foster parenting but were afraid to ask" meeting, then out to dinner with some friends.  There are still things I want to know about foster parenting, so the journey will continue...through introspection, talks with handsome hubby and prayer. 

I am still introspecting about my own reality...and now I bring you the things that I AM:

1.  I am over-the-top loyal to my family.  God blessed me with a husband who loves me to the moon and back and a stepson has always been easy to parent.  Mess with them, and you mess with me.  And I am pretty formidable when I need to be.

2.  I am an animal lover to the nth degree.  For several years I fostered puppies for our local humane society and helped them find forever homes.  My own prancing chicken-legged snout hound is the light of my life, and we have a lot of fun during the day playing with baby sheep or napping.  My dream job (if I was indepenently wealthy) would be at the doggie day care place patting and playing with the puppies.

3.  I am selfish and self centered.  I told a girlfriend that tonight and she told me I was the least selfish person she knows.  Maybe our definitions are different.  I am tired of my life being all about me.  I would really love to be so busy doing things for other people that I don't have time to worry about myself.

4.  I am a good cook.  I come from a family of good cooks, and I am continuing that tradition.  In the winter I love to make soups and stews; in the summer I love to cook on the grill.  If cooking were a love language, that would definitely be mine.  ALL my love goes into my cooking. 

5.  I am happy.  At this very moment, I am happy.  My blood is pumping, I am listening to the familiar sounds of my home, I have a song in my heart and I have a smile on my face.  I love this place, and there is no where else I want to be. 

Tomorrow my plan is to post a message without using the word "I".  We'll see how it goes...

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