|Can't you just see him taunting me with his|
dust bunnies and missing letters??
(don't you just love how my kids have destroyed
my wrist rest for the 7 zillionth time?)
I woke up this morning with a bad headache (courtesy of my big-girl allergies) and exactly one project on my must-do-today list: Write a brief biography. And, yet, here I am writing a blog post instead. Why? Because I HATE writing about all the reasons why people should come listen to me. On this blog, I write what I think about everything else in the world but I rarely write about ME and if you want to read it, you can. Doesn't bother me if you don't. The problem with bios is that you have to "sell" yourself. You have to write about your awesomeness in such a way that people will want to come see you and think that your life experience is worth their time otherwise what is the point of writing up an entire presentation for an empty room? I've been trying to "sell" us for two years with foster care caseworkers and they don't seem to give a rats arse how awesome we are so maybe it's just that I'm a little tired of singing my own praises.