My Ebenezer

Later this morning I’ll be taking Christmas gifts to Stella. In her new foster home. She’s been there for a little over a week now. I’ve lost count of how many homes she’s been in since entering care and I don’t have the heart to count them anymore.

Sometimes I feel like I’m beating my head against a wall with her. It’s frustrating and disheartening, but what am I supposed to do? Give up? Not a chance. This year, she’ll spend Christmas with strangers. I can’t imagine what that must be like.

The marathon is rapidly approaching and I’m trying not to think about it. You may have noticed that you haven’t seen any “training day #” posts in quite some time. I figure I’ll just wait and do all my trianing in the two weeks leading up to the event. Well, I may die in the process but I am going to walk that marathon. Even though my attempts at fundraising have been nothing short of pathetic. **shameless plug*** if you are looking for a last opportunity for a tax write off before year’s end……..