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I got a call from our loan processor this afternoon. She was requesting photocopies of our social security cards (yes, I verified that she was who she said she was). My social security card has red magic marker all over it. This happened several years ago, I believe it may even have been Katie's handiwork when she was little. When it did, I laminated it so as to prevent any further damage. On the back of the card, it says, "Do not laminate this card". As I type this, Kiley is standing and holding on to my leg, with a brown colored pencil in her hand. Sigh. This is my life. I offered to replace the card and photocopy the new one later this week, but I just got an email from the loan processor saying it is fine. So, either she is not legit, or she has kids!

I also called our insurance company to get policy quotes for our car insurance once we move. Our increase will be $431.82 per year, and when we add Katie to our policy, her cost will be $81.53 per month. I've downloaded applications for Kohl's, Ross, Michael's, Borders, and TjMaxx. All are within a mile of our new house. Kathy and Malia will start filling out these applications tomorrow, and I am going to mail them asap! I think there are adequate job opportunities for them in that area.

I also filled the van up from empty today. Haven't done that in a long time. The total came to $105. I started talking with one of my neighbors in the parking lot of the gas station, and when I finally went in to pay, the cashier said, "Is that a government van?" Perhaps I ought to try and make some money myself, by starting a taxi service.......wonder how much someone would be willing to pay for the chance to ride in my lovely, car seat-filled van with the gummy bears stuck to the carpet?! Or the goldfish crumbs on the seats? At least the a/c is cold!

Bugs and stuff...

The doorbell rang at 5:00 this afternoon.  It was a neighbor girl, just turned 13.  She was frantic, and asked me if I would get the ticks off of her.  She had been in the woods, and riding her bike home, she saw ticks crawling up the leg of her jeans.  She said she stopped at my house because she knew I had a lot of kids.   I think I flicked about 12 ticks off of her, and told her to have her mom do a tick check before she goes to bed tonight.  The bugs in Camp Lejeune are BAD.   I pulled no less than 9 ticks from Sean's boy parts not too long ago.  You'd think that he'd start wearing underwear after that - but no.   Apparently, he'll risk ticks to make it harder for his older brother to give him a wedgie.  Mike has fire ant bites on one foot, and I was bitten, on each arm by fire ants during my workout session yesterday.  My left wrist and my right elbow are swollen, red and itchy.  I won't miss these bugs in VA!

Home buying for Dummies....

We are in the final throes (I think) of mortgage approval and all the rest of the stuff that needs to happen so that we can buy our home.  Our mortgage broker (Tim calls him "Skippy") seems like he knows what he is doing, but he wants to give me a class on interest rates, and the stock and bond market, every time we speak.  I think he loves his job and gets excited talking about it, but all I want is the bottom line:  How much will our mortgage payments be per month, so I can budget!  I couldn't care less about the rest of it!  I think his enthusiasm irritates my husband, but at least my husband is asking questions!

I have, however, started educating myself on pool care, and ways to reduce electricity costs.  And how to remove wallpaper.  And how to open up a wall between the kitchen and the dining room.  I need a "Home Ownership for Dummies" guide.  Good thing there is the Internet!

My next-door-neighbor is a personal trainer.  She and another pt have started a 6 week workout program - 1 hour of cardio and 1 hour of pilates/yoga, three mornings a week.  I can't find a reason not to go - it is held at the field across the street from my house, and they are providing childcare.  And it is only $7 per session.  Yesterday was the first class.  Today I feel like I've been run over by a truck.  But, 6 weeks is just about what we have left before we check out of here, so I intend to stick with it, and hope for significant results.  I am neither the most fit, nor the least fit in the class, so I am fairly comfortable.  Except for doing any jumping exercises - take pity on the woman who has had 9 children!!!!

Age and eyesight....

You know you're an older mom when you need reading glasses to cut your baby's nails....