tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53088655433193878262011-04-21T21:28:11.290-05:00As a Foster Care Provider with the state, I've opened my home and life to being a temporary harbor for little ones in limbo between where they've come from and where they're going. So, here goes my attempt to put words to this crazy journey of surrender.lrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13369325089512473303noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308865543319387826.post-84968500604458728222008-11-04T19:38:00.002-06:002008-11-04T19:44:30.510-06:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDNn_KQ5X7M/SRD6Fzv0YTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/alx359jeJrA/s1600-h/red+shoes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264982942093173042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDNn_KQ5X7M/SRD6Fzv0YTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/alx359jeJrA/s320/red+shoes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I woke up anxious this morning. The kind of anxious that's sinful and doesn't accomplish anything. So, to counteract my overactive brain, I went shopping after work. These red shows are my post-work accomplishment! So fantasticlly satisfying!<br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308865543319387826-8496850060445872822?l=inbetweenforevers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13369325089512473303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308865543319387826.post-37895846190982147872008-11-02T19:05:00.002-06:002008-11-02T19:31:48.794-06:00Okay. So I'm not married and I don't have kids. The only reason that's remotely important to this post is that I've never gotten to register at a store before.<br /><br />Of course, before today I HAVE sighed sympathetically while listening to engaged friends moan about bonding with opinionated grooms over towel choices and disagreements over the color of throw pillows. But, let's be honest. As hard as it is to navigate the pressure of melding two grownup's opinions into one wish-list at Bed, Bath and Beyond... the truth is, at the end of registering you get TONS of free stuff. Tons! The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">same's</span> true with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">prego</span> girlfriends. Not only do you get tons of stuff, you also get to tell people what to buy for you! Genius.<br /><br />Back to me. One of my dear, precious, overly thoughtful friends (love you, Jules!) is spearheading a shower for me in prep for foster care. This is so dang sweet! Since I can get a call at any minute announcing an immediate house guest between 4 months and 4 years old, there's quite a bit of basics to stock pile.<br /><br />After talking with Jules, I deiced to register my needs at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wallyword</span> so folks can know what kinds of stuff will be most helpful. Welcome the fun! Do you know what it's like to walk around with a scanner, aim it at what you want, and pull the trigger?! It even makes a very satisfying "blip" sound when the trigger reaches the target. Incredible. Even though I was aiming at mundane items like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Q-tips</span>, I still got the high of a shopping spree without spending a dime.<br /><br />I totally think that registering will now become an annual event for me. I probably won't tell anyone I'm doing it or at what store, but I'll invent some fantasy scenario and go "shopping" without buying a thing. I may start with decorating my imaginary cabin in the mountains OR maybe I'll construct the perfect shopping list for the world's tackiest bathroom. The fun possibilities are endless!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308865543319387826-3789584619098214787?l=inbetweenforevers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13369325089512473303noreply@blogger.com3