TGIF(?) Part II

Today, I was able to have the LA Dept Of Education fax me a copy of the request for transcripts form to the Texas Work source office for me to fill out and send off.  I also went to the Social Security office to receive a receipt of a request for my Social Security card.  So those documents should suffice.  Now, all I have to do is figure out how to get to Conroe, Texas.  It is right above Houston, and the lady gave me instructions on how to get there, but I am going alone.  The appointment is not until 3:30PM, so I will leave the house at about 12 to 12:30 to make sure I am early (and that I find the place!).

She had to schedule me for Monday afternoon, because I am having major oral surgery Tuesday morning, and I probably won't be able to talk for several days!!!!!

I don't know if it's me or the girls, but lately, they have begun to grate on my NERVES.  They are bickering and arguing all the time, and whining a lot!  I was patient and understanding last year, because of the hurricane and all the horrendous conditions they had to endure for three weeks, but they should be headed for recovery by now.  I love this FEMA-funded two bedroom apartment that we are in, but for a family of five, it's a little cramped.  All of us are competing for space.  I know; I'm going to make sure that they have something fun to do tomorrow, a chance to get out of the house.  That might ease tensions between them.

My daughters are truly one of a kind.  Of course, every mother thinks the same way about their kids, but I still think that they are pretty special.  My oldest daughter is shy and quiet.  She is A LOT like her father.  But she's very helpful and tries very hard to be responsible.  She makes a lot of mistakes, but her easy, super-sweet demeanor disarms me and forces me to overlook them.  She's the athlete and the artist of the family, a dreamer.  Only God knows what's going on behind her almond-shaped eyes.  Maya is the outspoken one.  Down-to-earth, not afraid to speak her mind, her animated face, huge, brown, expressive eyes and body language tells you what's going on long before you ask her.  An excessive talker, she actually taught her baby sister how to say some of her first words.  Angela is.......hyper.  Rambunctious, fearless and carefree, with a heart of gold.  She's five, the age where Mommy is the best person in the world, before she finds out that I'm human like everyone else.  My daughters bring me so much joy.  It's because of them that I want to give them the best life I can.  They are troopers, trusting me and going through some of the toughest times of my life along with me.  I want them to be strong, confident, independent women who make a contribution to society and the world.  I always tell them that I want them to be better than me.  They don't understand that yet; they're to young.  But when they become women, what I said to them will finally make sense.  But by that time, they already will do and be better than me.  And I will be very, very happy when they are.