Another repost from Blogger

Just a note:  Sorry, I just do NOT want to type some things twice.  Wish Jerry luck, he has an orientation tomorrow.  It’s a commission job, based on bringing in clients for a firm that goes after the mortgage companies that put out such crappy loans, in an effort to keep people in their homes either paid off, or having their mortgages reduced considerably.  Part of his compensation will be doing the same thing for us.  The good part is even if they close the loopholes, they will still exist for ALL those people that bought homes in the past years.  AND, this fits perfectly with what we used to do for a living, so Jerry should be pretty comfortable with it.  I’m sure Jerry will have a lot to add to their company, as he tends to think "outside the box."  One of those many reasons I have always loved him.  He’s a very flexible thinker, a good contrast to me, and something I have learned to be better about.

Okay, on to my re-post:

The girls had a meeting tonight, even Sydni got to go… they came home with "fundraising" materials. Oh joy.
I was supposed to do girl scouts this year, and I seriously don’t want to, but I can’t help but think, Dang, it’s Cookie time, and here I am NOT raising any money for my non existent troop. Oh well. I think I’ll start up in the Fall, maybe with JUST Shabree. I really don’t know. Anyway, their meetings are in MODESTO, so we have to take them up to Lodi to meet Renee who takes them to Modesto. I tried to get a hold of Kim to see if she wanted to meet up, but the number went unanswered, so I have no idea if I even HAVE the right number. It took me FOREVER to get into my email to even find that number. Stupid Yahoo. Anyway, it was after 9 before the girls got home. I think next time, only Bec goes. Syd can go when she’s 10. Which isn’t that far off, now.

Speaking of birthdays… Becca’s going to be FOURTEEN next month! Oh my God, where does the time go? I’ve been with Jerry almost 10 years. Wow, that’s cool. And I can say I still love him as much as the day I married him (though we’ve only been married about 8. WOW. That is SO cool.) She told me last night she wants to start planning her invitations. You know, as expensive as the ink is for this printer, I think I’ll let her buy them this year. She usually ends up inviting about 25-30 kids, and 7 or 8 show up. Of course, now she’s in MIDDLE school. All her friends are boys though… I’m NOT sure what to make of that, I’ll tell you. They are definitely friends, you can tell by the way she talks about them. But she doesn’t have girl friends. I think Becca just doesn’t really get along well with girls. She doesn’t want to give up control, EVER.

If she were here, she’d be saying "Hey!" and I’d just say "Well, it’s true, isn’t it?" And she’d say yes, but then tell me I don’t have to say it. The doctor was getting after her about her weight. *I* have been getting after her about her weight. But the person she WANTS to listen to is her mother who says her weight is fine. Sigh… her weight is NOT fine. Well, it is if she wants a whole bunch of weight related problems when she gets older. She’s not fat. She is, however, carrying too much weight for her height. She weighs more than I did at her age by about 4 pounds, when I was about 4 or 5 inches taller than her.
We are probably going to buy her yet ANOTHER bike for her birthday (the last two have been stolen), and a bike LOCK, and have her ride to school. That’ll help with the weight issues, since it’s 2 and a half miles to school. That’ll mean 5 miles a day. Now, Jerry drives her to school (and I say he coddles her, when I was her age, I had to walk, and I lived in the opposite district from my school, so it was quite a walk or bike ride. But Jerry says he coddles me… hell, aren’t husbands SUPPOSED to coddle their wives? Huh?) Anyway, we’ll probably get a used bike. Wal mart bikes may be shiny and everything, but they do not have comfortable seats, and they sure do fall apart quickly. Which you don’t care so much when your kids are outgrowing them anyway, but Becca needs a bike that’ll LAST. So long as she takes her lock, so it doesn’t get stolen. Hopefully, she’s learned by now. Grrr… she’d better. I KNOW Jerry doesn’t want to drive her to school for the next 5 years, but then, we can’t buy her a bike every time she loses a lock (actually, the lock disappeared, and we can probably blame her sisters for that… it still hasn’t shown up.) and the bike gets stolen. The previous bike wasn’t locked up… Becca figured that no one would want such a crappy bike, but I pointed out, when you don’t HAVE a bike, even a crappy bike is better than no bike.

I tried calling the Early Intervention people again today, but I still haven’t received ANY call back. Not even a "we got your call" call. I also called Dr Jack Newman’s breast feeding clinic in Canada, but I did that after hours, so hopefully they’ll call me back tomorrow. I also called the lactation consultant at WIC, but WIC was closed, so I left a message. I expect they’ll get back to me tomorrow. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, it was an hour before Jerry has an orientation with a company that helps people in foreclosure, how perfect is that, considering that’s what he used to do? They go about it differently, basically going after the banks for errors in their paperwork… loopholes, if you will. Hopefully this is an actual job that pay actual money. It’s still commission based, but with this economy, and the past few years of how mortgage companies put together loans… he should be able to make some decent money doing it. I sure as heck HOPE. That would be nice, having money again.
Speaking of having money, mom sent money for Valentine’s Day and gave me permission to buy ink cartridges with it… which I am VERY excited about. I’ve been needing ink for my "big" scrapping printer for ages, now I’m going to be able to get it and print off 12×12 paper from my digital scrapbooking kits, of which I have a TON. I’m pretty excited about that. I’m looking forward to getting my scraproom better organized too. Dad built me some shelves that have come in REALLY handy, but I need more post thingys to hold up the shelves, and more shelves. It’s VERY sturdy. I also need some iris carts to store things in. I am torn between getting one that holds paper, or getting a "Z" cart from Staples which will allow me to do hanging file folders for my paper. I would prefer the Z cart, but it’s about 40, while the iris cart is 14. BIG difference. But the hanging cart, I could actually SEE the paper, while the iris cart I’d have to thumb through the paper and it wouldn’t work as well. I’ll probably spend the extra to get the cart from Staples. Just a matter of when.
Speaking of scrapbooking, I need to put the finishing touches on my Thanksgiving layout, which is GORGEOUS, and then I’ll take a picture and post it online. I think I need to take a week, at least a week, and stay off the computer and just catch up on some scrapbooking.

Shabree showed me her report card from last quarter the other day… not sure why I didn’t see it earlier, I guess she found it laying somewhere. It was still sealed, anyway, she’s getting A’s and C’s, and her teacher says she’s got some

great ideas for stories, but struggles to put them down on paper (and I think to myself, Duh… very few kids are congnitively ready at her age for such things… it’ll come later. They push kids SO hard these days, esp in California it seems. No child left behind is a big stupid way of leaving kids behind, or at least making them FEEL STUPID.) Shabree is a natural story teller, especially in the ancient way of oral story telling. She’s quite a good song writer too. I sure as heck hope that "traditional" school doesn’t kill that in her. I SO want to home school her, but when I have to help Sydni do her math, I realize there is NO WAY I can do this… I can barely help Syd. God, I hate math. Shabree surprised me though. She told me "Mommy, I have 41 cents." I said "Oh, how do you know?" She said "I don’t know." Then she told me that she counted her pennies, and then counted her quarter, and her dime. Then added in the pennies. I told her that was pretty good. Especially since neither Becca nor Sydni could do that when they were 6. I think Syd was at least 7, possibly 8 before money really "clicked" for her. Of course, Shabree was there every time I was trying to teach Sydni how to count money. Math really does not come easy for Syd, AT ALL. It comes much easier for Becca, but not always.

So anyway, I am going to post. I think I have mostly been rambling, but that’s okay. I enjoy writing so much. I really need to get over my extreme fear of not being "good enough" and try to write for some of the web sites out there that pay for writings. Hey, even a little cash would be better than no cash…especially if I could use it to buy scrapbooking supplies, LOL!