I was a foster-child. I won’t bore you with the details or exciting developments of how that came about. Let’s just say my parents were not able of taking care of me properly and leave it at that. My birth-father is still alive and I do have a reasonable facsimile of a relationship with him. I’d like to keep it that way as long as he’s alive.
Soon after moving to sunny California I learned about this organization that takes about 100 foster-kids to camp for an entire week. They get to go horseback riding, swimming, learn archery, and even make those silly duct tape wallets. Well, I wanted in! Not the “going to camp” thing, I am a city girl born and bred. My idea of “camping out” is staying at a Hotel 6. I wanted to help foster- kids have a great week with tons of fun. Heck, they didn’t have that when I was a foster-kid!
Last night, and all day tomorrow is the training for the camp counselors and staff. The newbies, people who have never been met last night. I learned that there are a lot of ants at the camp. Ants apparently don’t like Comet. Yeah, I mean the cleanser your grandmother used to clean her kitchen sink. That stuff. The ants will not climb over it. We were told to put this stuff all around our car’s tires. One man forgot last year and by the time he got home, walked into his house, he was slapping himself silly because his body was crawling with ants.
Don’t even let me forget that we are told to bring Benadryl cream for the mosquito bites. The head nurse said that, if necessary, one of her nurses will go with us to the emergency room should the bite get infected. EXCUSE ME?! My hand shot up and I just had to ask, “What kind of other freakazoid insects do all y’all have here? That kind of stuff never happened back home! Nuh uh!”
Ewwwww! OK, all the bugs, insects, spiders, and snakes in SoCal, yeah, that stuff was NOT in the travel brochure or any Hollywood movie! The movie execs want you to forget this is a desert after all. A well watered desert, a fun desert, but it’s a desert. Mmm’kay? You have been warned.
Then they give us this personality quiz. This will help them match the kids up with the counselors and the staff to the right activities. Now I’ve done the Meyers-Brigg test. It’s been a while but I think I’m an EFSJ. This test determines if you are one of four animals: otter, beaver, lion, or golden retriever. (Didn’t you just say, “awww” at the golden retriever? I did.)
I found the link for you to take the quiz! You have to take it. C’mon, it’ll be fun!
Here’s the quiz: http://www.okcupid.com/tests/the-animal-personality-test
Here’s someone else’s take on the quiz: http://weirdblog.wordpress.com/2007/02/22/personality-types-lion-beaver-otter-and-golden-retriever/
What am I? It’s in the title of this post. Yeah, I’m a beaver. I told my boys that last night, and what it means, and they both laughed and high-fived. I think that means they agree with the results. I think, boys are sometimes hard to read.
Anywhoo, take the quiz, ignore the dating nonsense over there and then comment and let me know what animal you are! Thanks!