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Name: Danielle
Birthday: 4/7/1973
Gender: Female
Interests: Child Development, La Leche League, Growing in the Lord
Expertise: Breastfeeding - If I don't know the answer, I know where to go to find it!
Occupation: Delivering pizzas!
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Member Since:
11/13/2005
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| I haven't even started writing this and I'm already bored reading it. That's only because I'm thinking of the ten thousand things I could say about our life right now and I realize that ultimately it will be boring. So, most of the details will be lost forever in faded memory and though there have been amazing moments and times I wish I didn't have to forget the fact is, life marches on. There is no greater reminder of that than an un-updated blog. And that really long strand of gray on my head. Okay, two strands.
So, sparing ever detail, here is our plan.
Tom has enrolled in Del Mar's avionics associates degree program and applied for a scholarship - which we MUST get for our plan to work. He was given the impression that he is a shoe-in but we will all breathe easier when if it comes through. Pizza delivery is good money but I haven't been getting the hours I need so Tom and I decided that best plan would be for me to return to work. THE VERY NEXT DAY Sylvia calls me asking if I might be interested in this job she heard about. I said yes. The day after that the woman called. Two days after that I interviewed with her and the following day I started.
So, in less than one week I went from being a mostly full-time stay at home mom with a night job while the kids were getting ready for bed and then sleeping to working over 40 hours a week. My head is still spinning. I haven't worked out all the details yet but we're managing.
Tom can stay home with them until January at which time we will need full-time care. So many details there. Actually, tonight is the end of his great "Third Shift HEB Stocker Experiment." Yeah, it failed. Rachael got off the couch on Monday about three times he said. I guess all that juice and t.v. makes one need to pee three times a day. Third shift work while taking care of kids is not healthy. For the kids. Tonight when he went in knowing he was going to quit at the end of his shift he actually smiled for the first time in over a week. I am so not kidding when I say that.
Anyway, I just pray it all works out for my kids. It happened so fast I spent the first three days crying about it. It was weird. I'm so very thankful for this job that fell in my lap but it was just like BOOM! No time to think about it.
So far, we're adjusting okay. I'm spending less time with the kids but it is absolutely better time. I used to think that was a bunch of hooey the whole "quality over quantity" but now I'm not so sure. Yeah, they need both but they REALLY need the "quality time". If I only spent five minutes a day with them I don't care if it was like a Gucci bag full of Godiva chocolates wrapped in gold type quality time - it would still suck. But as it is I spend about 2 good hours in the evening engaging in pretty active quality lovin'. When I was home they had me all the time but a lot of times I just wanted to run away. I like working. I just really need to find the right situation for my children so they are getting all they need while we aren't with them.
Hats off to all mamas who have done this from the start.
So, that's it for now and Pam, I have a surprise to tell you. 
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| "Mommy, I am going to pray that Santa will bring me Barbie of the Island for Christmas."
"Sweetie, we can't pray to Santa because he cannot hear our prayers. We need to write him a letter and mail it. That way he'll know what you want."
"No, I just want to pray to him."
"Only God hears our prayers. Santa needs a letter."
Thinking.....
Continuing to think....
"Well. I am going to pray to Jesus that He will remind Santa to bring me Barbie of the Island!"
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| Oh what a month can do. It's been a whole stinking month since I've updated! You know, there are women out there who are SUPPORTING THEIR FAMILIES simply by writing in their blog every day, being entertaining and getting loads of people to read. Then, they get advertisers and Lord knows advertisers will PAY. My mother, who is a nurse can make 12 bucks an hour and save a life but she didn't write a clever ebay ad and get a million people to visit her website thus earning her thousands of dollars a month just to write more funny stuff everyday.
I don't begrudge this mom her success. I celebrate it actually but it is pretty screwy. I think so much money is generated from IDEAS and not too much from actual STUFF. I am cousins by marriage to a guy who earns about a bazillion dollars a year because he has built a relationship with enough music people so when someone is making a movie and needs just the right Japanese sound for a 15 second shot he will call my cousin-by-marriage-whom-I've-never-met-but-wish-I-had-a-close-personal-relationship-with and pay him a million dollars to secure the rights.
Oh, and the movie might never get made and that shot might never get used. By my really rich family member walks away with his money. Cause he knows people. And there's my mom, saving lives at 12 bucks an hour.
Anyway, my whole point is that if I wasn't such a blog loser I might be able to make a million dollars too but alas, I just can't motivate myself to update often. Eh. It's better this way. If I updated daily and STILL didn't make my million then I'd just be depressed. This way I can stand firm on it being my LAZINESS that is keeping me from my million, not the fact that I'm BORING. I'll take lazy over boring any day. I OWN my laziness.
So, there is actually a ton to update but I'll save it for tomorrow. Ha ha! Did you see that? I teased you. Now you'll actually check back tomorrow thinking that maybe JUST MAYBE I will actually do what I said and update. Yeah. Well, ARE YOU PAYING TO ADVERTISE ON MY SITE? No? Then I do not want to hear it.
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| We're job hunting again.
I'm relieved and terrified.
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| Marc announces tonight that next time I am at the grocery store with him he will need to bring four dollars to purchase Pokemon cards.
Uh, okay.
"Why?"
"Because they are really cool."
"What is so cool about them?"
"Taylor has some! They are really popular."
"But what is the POINT of them? What do you DO with them?"
"You blah blah blah and then blah blah blah with them."
Blank stare. Blink.
"YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO SEE WHEN I GET THEM!"
Clearly, I never will though.
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