SO FAR, SO GOOD

Well, I am into my second week of training, and so far, so good.  I always take good notes, and read over them nightly, so most of the information is being committed to memory.  The only thing that I have to work on is remembering who to call for what, and what goes where.  I am getting used to handling different kinds of calls.  There are some issues that come up which require more detail, but I have six months to learn it all.  Well, Rome wasn't built in a day!

Matthew and I have been looking for new housing this weekend!  We found a BEAUTIFUL residential community that looks just like a suburban subdivision!  It's not an apartment, but more like a house.  The rent is decent, but we will have to pay for our own water and utilities.  The rooms are spacious, and there is a park RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE COMPLEX!  The unit we looked at has more than enough storage space ( a 1-car garage is included, along with a closet in each room, plus a utility closet).  I just cannot believe how beautiful and peaceful the neighborhood is!  I knew that we had to move, but I didn't expect to find anything like this!  It would be a great environment for the kids to grow, play, and ride their bikes!  The only thing is that Matthew had his heart set on a single unit (a house), which they have, but they cost slightly more.  We will have to sit down and find out if we can afford the place.  I'll keep you posted. 

My mom fell in her kitchen this morning.  It had taken her 2 hours to get up and into her bed in her room in the back of the house.  I keep calling her, and she is assuring me that she is fine.  She has to go to the doctor tomorrow, and told me that if she is feeling really bad, she will check herself in to the emergency room.

As my mom gets older, it is becoming more difficult for her to get around.  Her health is fine, but because she is so heavy and her legs are so bad, it is tougher for her to walk and do simple things.  I realize that in the very near future, my mom will have to be constantly cared for.  This poses a problem, because I don't know what to do.  I have considered letting her move in with us, but for my husband, that is out of the question.  In a way, I don't blame him.  My mom is a very difficult person to live with, and it just wouldn't be fair to the kids.  I have also thought about moving her in to an apartment close to where we may be moving.  The residential community that we are looking at has several apartment complexes within walking distance, and with reasonable rent.  There's also the possibility that she can move back to New Orleans.  Her friends and my brother want her to do that, but she wants to stay here.  Like I said, it is a LOT to think about, but with all things, I put it in the hands of the Lord, and I know that He will show us the best way.

A co-worker of mine had taken a picture of me without my permission, and showed it to either some friends of hers or some family members.  Someone told her that I looked like a gorilla.  That person also said that they wouldn't be seen with me, and I wouldn't be able to go anywhere behind them. 

Ouch.  I know that I am not the most attractive person in the world (but, a GORILLA? LOL ), but for some reason, this aggravated me.  I cannot recall doing anything to this woman that would warrant such a vicious attack.  I have tried to be nothing but friendly and helpful to her (she is one of the SENIORS that I had to re-train!)  Her personality leaves much to be desired, but I have always tried to treat her with respect, and like a human being should be treated.  She always complains about white folks calling black people "black monkeys," and hating when that happens (especially when they call her sons this), but yet she calls me, one of her OWN, a gorrila!  I tell you, as long as I have lived, I have NEVER heard a white person call me the "N" word (PC term), a monkey, or any derogatory name.  I guess that's because when they look at me, they don't see that.  I don't carry myself like an animal.  Now, I am sure that some would have liked to call me those names (and from what I have heard, I may experience that here in Texas), but it's never happened.  But from myown people, I've been called all kinds of things, and then some.  My attitude has always been that it isn't necessarily white people that you have to worry about, but "YOUR OWN" people.  

She doesn't know that I know about this.  I don't know if I should confront her, or let the foolishness go.  The next time she tries to talk to me, I'd like to tell her "what do you think you look like, talking to an animal?" LOL  

Adrian