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Getting closer...

It seems like a decade ago that I wrote "We got it! We got it!" meaning the house. We have been through SO many paperwork hoops and such that we're both ready to just be done with the whole thing. A few days ago, I was put in touch with the title company, who will handle the deed and title for the land, and had to fill out a questionnaire, because my dad's "estate" was not probated, it just automatically went to my mom. Legally, that's not good enough for them, it has to be in her name in order for her to deed it to us. I filled out the questionnaire and sent them a copy of the death certificate, and the lady said that's all she needed to get the paperwork drawn up.

I can't file my taxes until the 15th (this Saturday) so I can have the money to pay the guy to move the house. Can't move the house until we close on the new one. There are times when I feel so overwhelmed. The idea of packing again...ugh. Thank God for Bruce or I'd never make it. He's the roommate I met on USM. It's been almost a year since he moved in, and it's been...interesting... We've had our share of ups and downs and hard times, but still we remain like brother and sister. Sometimes we just need to get away from this house and have some breathing room separately.

I'm still working my at-home job with Cloud 10. I love the job, but there are days it drives me nuts. I got moved out of the New Jersey region and into the "Beltway" region which covers Maryland, Delaware, Virginia, West Virginia and occasionally DC. Virginia and WV folks are simply the sweetest people on earth to talk to. They just don't get riled up at all, and if they do, it's easy enough to calm them back down. Maryland folks, particularly Baltimore, on the other hand, make me miss the New Jersey region. After 9 hours of being screamed at, it takes me 2 hours to calm down enough to fall asleep. We're allegedly getting more reps for that region, but I haven't seen it yet. The days where the calls are non-stop are the ones that wear me down the most. But I have a great supervisor I can vent to! I switched teams about a month or so ago, and I was hesitant to leave my old team, but I'm so glad I did now! I absolutely love my supervisor! If I have to switch from her, I just might quit! Seriously!

Well, I've lost 65 pounds, and have 40 more to go. I donated a lot of my clothes to Goodwill because they were just way too big for me. Now I have a much smaller selection of clothes, but I'm not buying any more until I reach my goal weight. Santa Bruce bought me a Wii for Christmas, and as soon as we get the new house set up, I'm setting up the Wii and getting myself a Wii Fit to work out with. Just diet alone is not going to drop the remaining 40 lbs. Time to get active!

Ryan has been slowly mainstreamed back into half a day at the regular campus. He goes for 3 classes, then spends the rest of the day at the special school. In a couple more weeks they're going to add another class, and keep doing that every 3 weeks until he's fully mainstreamed. So far I've been pleased with his progress, and he seems much happier. No meltdowns, nothing other than standard sibling stuff.

I suppose it's time for me to go to bed now, or at least attempt to get some sleep. I'm yawning like mad, but I know as soon as I fall into bed I'll be awake for 2 hours trying to go to sleep. Yay me.

Have a great week yall!

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