If You Give a Gal A Training Class (She'll Probably Want a Map To Go With It)

I was sitting in 8 hours of training today. That barely gets me out of the gate. Don't ask (just don't), because I'm not sure why either, other than being motivated by the fact that this is a big hoop we are suddenly being required to jump through by the state to finalize our adoption (we just found out three days ago.)

I got lost on the way, naturally. Mapquest showed that I could get off the highway just 2 miles from my training class. Only, that particular exit was closed due to construction. Which naturally required me to drive a good four or five miles to the next open exit, turn around and make my way back to my desired mark. Nothing like a good map (Miss Teen South Carolina was right after all; we apparently don't have maps in America.)

And the building was not all that easy to spot anyway. If only they had told me it was just down the road from Put The Swagger Back in Your Step barber shop (no, I'm not kidding about the name; it was painted in Tom Sawyer boyhood font on a very large piece of particle board that had the carved look of intricate beaver handiwork).

On a grounded note, I was reminded today that America needs committed foster and foster/adoptive parents. Have you ever considered it? We were licensed for five years in our former state. We do hope to get involved again in the future as well. If you've ever thought about it, I would encourage you to request some basic information from your local child protective service agency. I would also be happy to answer any questions you might have to the best of my ability. It really is one of the most intense and personal ways to impact the community in which you live.
http://www.fosterparenting.com/

Toni