Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Who's your daddy?!

BRAD HAS A JOB!! He's going to be working with Ceridian, a company he's worked with through many of his other jobs in payroll and hr. Just now he'll be on the other end. There might be some travel, but it seems it would be more local. He can work 4 ten hour days and get three day weekends every week if he wants, and insurance starts the day he starts, which is July 10. So he's still got some more time at home to get some little jobs done, like painting our bedroom, doing some long needed weeding, and whatever else I can think up for him! And...he'll be getting paid 10% more than his last job. What will be tough is his job being located so close to the Greek deli we love.... :)

My MRIs came back showing mild degenerative disk disease, just a fancy name for growing old a little too young. :) Since I had part of a disk cut out when I was a senior in high school, I've always known that I'd eventually have to have a vertebre fusion. Looks like that time may be here. But, looking all over the internet and googleland, I found no instances of DDD and chorea being hooked up. So, I'm thinking that's not what's causing the twitching, which really needs to be taken care of so I can drive my kids around again, what with Brad getting a job and all! But I see the doc on Wednesday, so we'll see.

Separately, my children seem perfect. They obey me almost always, have sweet manners, lilting voices, gentle hugs and kisses. But put them together and BOOM! I think I've done pretty well as a parent, but I just can't figure this one out, how to get them to GET ALONG. I mean, they do, they play together, but one little disagreement sends them off. And boy, do they love to push each other's buttons! I don't know what to do besides tie them up and pour tuna juice all over them. (Mad About You reference.) I didn't go through this because my sister was born when I was about ten. So I was more mom to her, especially in her early grade school years when I really was mom, the only one there during her waking hours, all weekend every weekend, while my own mother sowed some oats she had been saving up. So the relationship between my sister and I was very different than this FIGHTING FIGHTING FIGHTING. What to do, people, what to do?