Word of the Day: homologate And so, we've moved. Out little townhouse is beautiful [apart from JD's mother]. We have an ice maker in the freezer, carpet in all the bedrooms and living areas, our room is the coolest in the house, there are ceiling fans in all the rooms. I never thought I'd be this happy over ceiling fans, but it's the little things, eh? JD's mother is apparently complaining about her lack of space [since she's always had the master bedroom, I guess], but JD says she's complaining just to complain. {atrick's freaking out about all this. Between the moving and being at Dale's, he hasn't had a lot of his familiar in the past week or so. Yesterday while I was here with Patrick and JD and his mother were packing the U-Haul, Patrick couldn't stand being on the floor or in his playpen. He had to be touching someone for him to be okay, and even then it wasn't for long unless he was being held. That and the hundred degree heat made for a really crappy moving day. But we have a home now, with a doorbell and a front yard and a mailbox. This is the first time in a little over a year that I've felt cozy somewhere. Even if we do still live with my mother-in-law, it feels like a step up for us. On Friday, when we were at Dale's, JD's mother went to go see a friend of hers, Dale and Jean were working and Sarah was at school, we had their house all to ourselves. I would close my eyes and imagine how it would feel if it were out house, our beaituful house with all that space to have. Not to fill, but to have. And that frackin awesome bathtub in their master suite. Any road, this is a step towards how I felt when I closed my eyes. Indeed, it would be infinitely more better if we could put Patrick in the other bedroom and not be living with my mother-in-law, but I suppose that's why I feel simply cozy and no more. My mother told me that my aunt still has her house in Lake Charles. And if she still has her house, then I feel quite confident that my grandad's house is just fine in New Iberia. We all seem to be lucky folk, my family. Cyndi told me today that I'm getting a fifty cent raise. Hopefully this will be put on this check I'll be getting on Friday. Though my hours are dumb since they're cutting payroll and this hurricane shit. They were saying at breakfast that Mr. Hsu's property in Nederland is tore up. So I guess now all out money's going to be going to that. It was the Hilton the built in Houston, but that's been done for a while now. Everyone who worked this past weekend are, along with very stupid, thoroughly exhausted. I'm so glad we had decided to move the weekend we did, because I'm sick of working so hard for a company that doesn't care about me. And, though I'm now officialy a member of the accounting department, Jeff still feels he can put me on his front desk schedule without asking me at a time I told him before I couldn't work. He's lucky I like him and would do nearly everything he asked of me. Actually, he's lucky I'm the non-confrontational person that I am. Any road, before I left work on Wednesday, I unplugged everything from everything in case we got horrendous rain. This morning I walk in the back office to find no one's computer. Someone packed everything off to Cyndi's human resources office and locked it all in. So after breakfast there were at least four or five people looking for their computers, phones, printers, and other periphrials and boxes. I found out two computers, Cyndi's and mine, brought them to the office, and located Yadida's two computers. I put everything together for both of us--printers, internet, Encore, everything but the timeclock [I was tempted to write 'girl'], and they hadn't figured that out even when I left this afternoon. I told JD I felt quite proud of myself and that he should as well. And I'm sure he does.