The Sun Peeking Out of the Clouds

Well, I guess I've had a few days to calm down. I drove out to the truck yard to see the Jeep. I cannot imagine how it couldn't be totaled. The roof is crushed in, the windows are blown out, and the hatchback part is snapped in half. On kbb.com, our Jeep is only worth about $2000, and the damage is way over $2000 in my eyes, so it will be totaled. So now we have to find another vehicle. Mr. R is dying for a pickup truck. In truth, this would make sense for our family. We do lots of kayaking, camping, fishing, hunting, bicycling, and we're always needing someone with a truck to help us or we have to bring two vehicles with us. So we are on the lookout for an extended cab or quad cab pickup for about $4000. We're actually having pretty good luck finding stuff on autotrader.com because lots of people are selling their trucks because of the ridiculous fuel prices. Since Mr. R rarely drives his vehicle, it's not as much a consideration for us. I mean, we don't want a V10 or anything. My car will end up being the family vehicle, and then our "new" truck will end up being what we use when we need to haul stuff, or for Mr. R to drive to work.
Also, I have mostly caught up on schoolwork. My sister was gracious enough to drive to my house after school to help me with my PowerPoint presentation. It was simple, but I got frustrated and gave up fast. Once Kelly sat me down and showed me how to do it, I flew right though, and now I feel pretty confident. I don't think I'll be getting an A in the class, but I'd be satisfied with a B, especially with what I've gone through lately.
We are still grieving the loss of Hemi. We are going to get a little gravestone placard for him. We do have the other cats to care for, and in a way that helps.

A Haiku, Dedicated to the Jeep

Nice tree in the Jeep.
I'm in good hands with Allstate...
That's what they tell me!

Awful. Just Awful.

I promise you, peeps, that I generally don't log on to bitch and moan. But considering the past few days I've had, coming on here to blow sunshine up your butts would not be authentic.
We did lose power on Thursday, while I was working. My children were on their third consecutive day missed from school. I was unable to post my work to my online class, and since I hadn't saved it yet, I lost my entire presentation. Then, we got rain. May-jah rain. About two feet. Thankfully, we live in an area that doesn't tend to flood. But then, we heard this awful wail in our front yard. It was our dear cat Hemi. We had tried to find him before the storm, but he was hiding somewhere. Tiger ran outside to pick Hemi up, and we knew he had been badly injured, but we couldn't figure out where, as there was no blood. And with the weather being so bad, we couldn't go to the vet. We wrapped him in a warm towel and snuggled him, but to no avail. On Friday morning, Hemi passed away. He was only two years old, a young cat. So in the middle of a tropical storm, I had to dig a grave. By the way, when sand and soil gets wet, it's heavy. Did you know that?
So while my children cried over the loss of their beloved pet, I did my best to dig a giant hole in my yard, with my busted shoulder. Of course, Mr. R was on that great run to Oklahoma. Then I packed up the children and went to my mom's house for some air conditioning, showers, and mindless TV.
On Friday night, my boss Nicola called to tell me that one of my accounts from work was being flagged for being denied. This is a huge deal. Three denials and you're fired. This is only my first one in 6 years, but to be told this after all I had gone through, I about lost it.
On Sunday, I finally had power, but my cable and internet was not working. So I had to call the cable company, and they sent someone right away to fix the situation. Turns out my modem was fried. So, as of Sunday evening, we have power, water, phone, food, air conditioning, internet, and plus I just got my period. I'm two weeks late on assignments from school, I have to work extra this week to make up for losing two days last week, and I have cramps.
I'm going to bed!!!

The Poor Jeep!

Mr. R is currently on a run headed from Gaffney, SC to Oklahoma City, OK. Decent miles. His dispatcher called him to say that a tree hit his Jeep in the parking lot of the trucking company. The weather is so bad that no one will go out there to check on it. So it is quite likely that we lost our second vehicle...of course the one that is already paid off!

We're Fine for Now

Crazy winds, lots of rain, another day without school. But my home is intact, my children are peacefully sleeping, and I am working diligently on my report for work. We did lose power for about an hour last night. So far, we are fine. However, the people who live in Southern Brevard county (about an hour south of here) are not doing as well. One area received over 25 inches of rain in ONE DAY. Massive flooding, alligators in the streets, and looters are problems. As I am praying for them, and my three friends who live in Brevard (Angie, Gabby and Michelle) I hope you'll be praying for them as well.

Storm Picking Up

After three days of nothing, it's finally getting bad here. We are having about 50 mph wind gusts, blinding rain, and a very scared basset hound. I'm feeling very blessed that we still have power. I will make a post in the morning to let ya'll know that we're doing okay. If I don't post, you'll know we've lost power. Oh, and school was canceled again for Thursday. First week of school and they've used all their emergency days already. How weird!

Tropical Storm Fay pt 2

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So this storm, which is doing basically nothing in my neck of the woods, is still going. Is it raining? Check. If you call this mild drizzle rain, sure. Is it windy? Hmmm, I'd call it a breeze. I opened my windows to let some fresh air in, since I've had the air conditioner on since April, non-stop. My kids missed two days of school for a glorified thunderstorm. Love it.
In somewhat odd news, I have discovered through the work grapevine, that a few positions in my department might be eliminated due to budget cuts. At first, it struck fear into my heart. Then I thought, hmmmm, maybe I can angle this to get part time. I know in this day and age, to not want to work seems crazy, but dang, my home could use some extra attention. And I wonder how much money I'd save if I was gardening in my backyard, taking the time to cook real food, coupon, and create.
I wonder...



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Tropical Storm Fay

So far, we're just fine, peeps. It's not even raining right now. But they canceled school for two days, and they just started yesterday. So the kids are sleeping, and I'm up working before we possibly lose power.



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Pretty Sure I Just Failed My Computer Class

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If anyone knows how to use Windows Access 2007 and can explain it to me in actual human terms, please post a response!

The Birth of My Daughter

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I wanted to document this not only for my blog, but to show her when she becomes a Mama herself. I had only been married to her father for 11 months, 3 weeks when it was time for us to become parents. Her due date was actually July 18, but I apparently have a cervix of steel, and was not dilating. Of course, being only 20 years old, it never occurred to me to question my doctor. He said, INDUCE, and I showed up. That’s what good patients do, right?
I showed up at the hospital on the morning of July 29. Again, I was a good patient, and didn’t eat anything after 12 midnight on July 28. It was only 6am, so I wasn’t hungry yet. I signed in, got a cushy room, did paperwork, the usual. Because this was my first baby, I already had a steady stream of visitors. Around 10am, I started feeling hungry. Imagine my shock when I was refused food…not even a drink! Hello, I’m pregnant, I’m tired, I’m hungry, and I have no energy. FEED ME!!!
Thankfully, there was a TV in my room, and so I watched Saturday morning cartoons, trying to take my mind off my growling tummy. Nurses came into the room consistently to check my cervix, which was very painful. You’d think after 7 years of pap smears, a cervix check wouldn’t hurt, but considering I was barely dilated, it felt like someone was trying to pry me open. It was not pleasant.
Finally by noon, I was in tears. I was hungry, thirsty, and barely dilated to a 3cm. This was taking forever! The nurse decided it was time to crank up the Pitocin. As I keep mentioning, I was hungry and thirsty. I said, “Turn it up as high as you can go. I want a coffee!” (Yes, that was my train of thought at the time. Not, I’m so excited about my baby. Just the coffee please, thanks.) I don’t recall if she rolled her eyes, but thirteen years later, I am mentally rolling my eyes at myself over that. Within 30 minutes of my executive decision for an extra super duper dose of Pitocin, I was screaming for Mr. Epidural Man. That Pitocin stuff is no joke. I don’t recall how long it took Mr. Epidural Man to show up. My husband suggests it was less than an hour. I think it was along the line of several days, but pain does funny things to a gal. I do recall asking the nurse for her car keys so I could perform my own C-section and pull that baby out on my own. I also remember her laughing at me, which was cruel, cruel, CRUEL! Finally, Mr. Epidural Man came and I thought he was the best looking man I’d ever seen. Husband? What husband? Hellooooo, Mr. Epidural Man. You are so hot - until he asked me to bend over. Seriously! At first I thought, “Hey, that is not a first date activity, loser!” But once he promised me pain relief, I flipped over and bared my rump like I was in a rap video. I didn’t care who saw it. It was the fastest I’d moved in at least three months.
Then he mentioned that I needed to sit, and roll my body forward and touch my toes. I actually laughed at him in the midst of my pain. I had not seen my feet in three months, bud. So my poor, poor husband actually had to grab my head and push my head down like I was…ummm…doing something vulgar. Then came the needle. I never saw it, but my husband saw it and immediately got down to where my head was. I thought he was being sweet. Turns out he just didn’t want to see the needle enter my spine. The sensation of the epidural…well, lets just say it was my least favorite part of the labor. It was painful, but the relief afterwards? SO WORTH IT. However, I did have a reaction to the epidural. I couldn’t stop shaking. I think that was the scariest part of the labor. I couldn’t control what my body was doing. After being told it was a common effect (something NOT mentioned to me while it was offered) I turned from a hysterical shrew into a smiling, pleasant woman again. I was still hungry, but at least I wasn’t in pain. It was now about 5pm, and I was dilated about 5 to 6 cm. They told me I should have the baby before midnight. I was down with that.
I actually fell asleep. Until I suddenly felt warm and wet. I thought, “oh no, I peed myself. That’s not good!” But it turned out my water had broken. My husband got a nurse, and I was checked again. 8 cm. Hey, we’re getting somewhere. Someone finally took pity on me and brought me ice chips. I don’t know who you are…but thank you. Thank you! My mouth was so dry, it seemed like I had been chewing on some sweat socks. However, I started shaking and sweating very badly. It was July in Florida, I get that, but I was in an air conditioned room. I didn’t realize I was near transition. Without warning, I threw up all over the floor. Again, I had NO IDEA that was a sign that birth was imminent. Suddenly, nurses, doctors and staff…possibly a custodian…ran into my room and started setting up the bed. I heard someone yell, “She’s complete!” I thought to myself, “Yes, a complete fool for being here!” My doctor (not the doctor who ordered the induction, but a female doctor I had never met before) sat down between my legs and smiled warmly at me. I liked her a lot. She looked exactly like my Aunt Nancy and I called her that several times while I was pushing. She never once corrected me. She rocked!
Because of the epidural, I had no concept of how to push. She said “Push like you’re having a bowel movement.” Now, I don’t know about you, but how many of you have a bowel movement in front of an audience while two people are holding your legs up? I was MORTIFIED. I even remember my husband snickering and I thought, oh, shut up. You’d love to have someone hold your leg while you poop. Men! I pushed for TWO HOURS. I was so tired. Not to still mention thirsty and hungry. At one point, a nurse tried to cheer me up by saying, “Sarah, the baby has beautiful black hair, we can see it!” At which time my husband smirked, “Are you sure that’s not Sarah needing a wax?” Yeah, nice. 6 weeks no sex for you, buddy! And I mean it!
Finally, at 8:02pm, on July 29, 1995, I had a beautiful baby daughter. I was 20 years old, and my husband was 22. We both cried. She weighed 8lb, 2oz, was 20 ½ inches long, with black hair, huge blue eyes, and set of pipes like Aretha Franklin. She didn’t just scream, she bellowed. I don’t remember much after that. I remember holding her, and looking deep into her eyes. My husband remembers being upset because Aunt Nancy (uh, the doctor) cut the cord before he could. He remembers the placenta being delivered, me getting stitched up, and our parents all filing into the room. I don’t remember a single part of any of that. I didn’t even know I had stitches until I used the bathroom later that evening. (I had 26 of them, by the way. My first time ever having stitches, and I couldn’t show them off to anyone!) It was just me and Madeline, connecting, bonding, and falling in love. We literally stared each other down, she into my soul, and me into hers. The day before, I had not been a mama. And now I was.
I’d always heard how after a woman gives birth, that she is exhausted. Not me. I couldn’t sleep. As Jake went out to get some food (I do believe he got me Hardees, but I can’t remember), my infant daughter slept in a bassinette next to me, and I filled out her birth announcements. This was pre-internet, so I had to do it myself, not just print them. Hahaha, showing my age!
On July 30, I went home with my new little family. Me, Jake, and Madeline. We put her in the infant seat, and strapped her in the back of our un-friendly family car (a 1994 Mustang) and went to our 2bedroom apartment in Orlando, and started our lives together.

Would You Like to Know More About Me?

What were you doing ten years ago?

I was 23 years old. Bucket was a month old. I was breastfeeding, changing diapers, and keeping my home to the best of my ability. Tiger was a 14 month old toddler, and Missy was not quite three years old. To say I was busy was an understatement!


Five things on my to-do list today:


1- make dinner (my nemesis)
2- schoolwork for my Windows 2007 class
3- find my flip flops
4- bake banana bread
5- clean kitchen

Five snacks I enjoy:

1- Cherry Garcia ice cream
2- chips and salsa
3- bbq potato chips, my favorite
4- oatmeal raisin cookies
5- yogurt

Things I would do if I were a millionaire:

I have dreams of a 5 bedroom home? Why so large, you might ask. Bedroom for me and Mr. R, one for Missy, one for Tiger, one for Bucket, and an office for me. And possibly a nursery for any future babies. I would build a home, start a huge garden, and quit my job. I would also donate money to our church, and also to Cure Autism Now. And buy Mr. R a new car...I can't imagine his little Jeep is going to last much longer.

Places I have lived:
New York
Florida

Places I have visited:

most of the East Coast of the US. London, England. And over the border in Canada near Niagara Falls.


Jobs I have had:

The best one so far is wife and mother.
But beyond that, I do the insurance thing for the hospital. I've been a daycare provider, a telemarketer, a waitress (and not even a good one), and a cashier.

I Love it When They Speak Their Minds

I had to drive Tiger to saxophone practice on Tuesday afternoon. I took the opportunity to grab my Windows 2007 book to study in the car while I waited on him. I got in the car and handed the book to Tiger to hold.
He looked down. His eyes got huge. He said, "Mom, this is hard! I don't even understand what this says!" I said, "It does look hard, but I'm doing very well in this class. In fact, I have an A right now."
He mulled that over for a bit and said, "Mom, does Dad know you're this smart?"
Hahahahahaha...no, son. I hide it well. I hide it well.

A Haiku, in Dedication to my Boys' Bedroom

Oy vey, what's that smell?
I thought I just cleaned in here!
You two are grounded!!!

Conversation with a Bucket

Heard in the car on the way to buy new school clothes:

"Mom, I don't know if I should tell you this, but I think I'm in love."
"Oooh, really? Who is it?"
"Well, I don't know her name. But I love her."
"Ok, well, what can you tell me about her?"
"She's in fifth grade like me, she loves Jesus, and she's pretty."

Hmmm, sounds like a future daughter-in-law.

"Mom, I want her to be my girlfriend."
(Me, snickering deep inside): "Ummm, did you ask her?"
Bucket: "I guess I should get her name first."

Yes, indeed.

"Mom, how do I get a girlfriend?"
So I went on this long tirade about how to be a good friend, how to be polite, how to be honorable and loving...oh I was impressed with myself. It took me a good ten minutes. After I was done, I looked over at my darling Bucket to see how amazed he was at my wisdom. He rolled his eyes, grabbed the cell phone, and called Mr. R. He asked the same question...and this is what I heard:

"Son, just brush your teeth and tell her she's pretty. That'll do."

A through Z

A. attached or single?
Married to the incredibly handsome Mr. R.


B. best friend?
Mr. R of course?
Female bff? Ooooh, that's hard. I'd have to say my sister, Kelly.


C. cake or pie?
pie. Especially pumpkin.

D. day of choice?
every day is the Lord's day


E. essential item?
my glasses. Sarah is blind, peeps.

F. favorite color?
Red. It's passion, it's blood, it's danger, it's exciting. All thing I'm not. Hahaha!

G. gummy bears or worms?
I generally hate gummy type snacks. It's not real food, peeps!

H. hometown?
Rockaway Beach, NY. Yes, like the Ramones song. Rock rock, Rockaway Beach, we can hitch a ride to Rockaway Beach. Except I don't think most want to, anymore.


I. favorite indulgence?
pedicures


J. january or july?
That's tough. I love January in Florida because the weather is so pleasant. But July symbolizes the birth of two of my children. But dang it's so hot.

K. kids?
my three lovelies, Missy, Tiger and Bucket!


L. life isn't complete without?
A relationship with Christ


M. marriage date?
August 6, 1994


N. number of brothers & sisters?
3. Kelly, Kristin and Kevin. Yes, I'm the only one who is not a K. If my name started with K...I would be like a Kardashian or something!


O. oranges or apples?
I love apples. I eat them whole, in pies, in jelly, in cake, in juice form...yum yum. I don't like to eat oranges because I think the texture is icky. But I love orange juice and using orange zest for flavoring. For example, I love orange chicken. Yummm!


P. phobias?
Driving in the rain. I seriously will start hyperventilating. Might have something to do with the fact that I almost died in a car accident back in 2004 in those circumstances.

Q. quotes?
I love quotes. I have far too many favorites to list here.


R. reasons to smile?
life in general


S. season of choice?
anything that is not summer. Seriously, I am over Florida summers. Do you have any idea how hot it is right now? I'm typing at nearly 10pm and it's still around 80 degrees. That's just wrong, peeps. WRONG.

T. tag five peeps!
I hate tagging people. It won't happen.


U. unknown fact about me?
I work for a hospital, and I hate doctors. I mean, not personally. But I don't go to the doctor unless I'm dying. Oh, and do I think most doctors are personally jerks. I've talked to too many who think they own you. Peeps, if there is one thing I have learned from working at a hospital, is that when you are the patient, you are in charge, and if your doctor is a jerk, FIRE HIM OR HER! You can do that you know. They're not God!


V. vegetable?
I love veggies. Broccoli, peas, green beans, onions, green peppers, carrots. I'm ok with corn. Oh, and I love both regular taters and sweet taters. Things that make me burp: radishes and cucumbers. However, no one else in my family likes veggies, so I don't get as much as I should. Sometimes for lunch, I'll just make myself a can of peas.


W. worst habits?
I bite my nails. And I'm hugely fat.


X. x-ray or ultrasound?
I guess it depends on what we're looking for!

Y. your favorite food?
I adore soup. Soup with fresh bread...oh man. That's heaven.


Z. zodiac sign?
Taurus, although I don't give a flying leap about the zodiac.

Lobster, Coffeepots, Laundry and my New Desk!

I think I finally reached a new record, of "weirdest title for a post, EVER!"
First. Lobster. Yummmm. I know, it's so cliche, but I frickin love lobster. We went to Red Lobster in Sanford last night for our anniversary. My wonderful boss Nicola babysat the boys. Now THAT is a boss, my friends. Anyway, I had lobster, scallops, shrimp...my word, it was a Jewish nightmare come alive, but it was so tasty. And I had two mango mai tais, which was like Hi-C fruit punch with booze. MY WORD...

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Second. Coffeepot. MINE BROKE!!! I had to have instant for the past two days which is a horrifying concept for me. I am probably the most laid back, easy going person you will ever meet, but I am a stuck up coffee snob and a severe caffeine addict to boot. I was not pleasant yesterday or Wednesday. INSTANT? Icky icky poo. So after our huge lobster dinner, I needed to walk around before lobster came out of my orifices. So we went to Target. There, I saw the coffeepots. I looked at Mr. R. I made the face I always make when I want him to buy me something. I batted my eyelashes because thats what we girls do. I'm not sure how it works, but it does. He didn't even blink. He said, "That one?" and I said, very demurely, "Yes, please." And it was mine! Bwahahahaha!

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Then this morning, I realized that in my foul mood, I have not done laundry in about four days. We have no towels. Kids have no underwear. The pile is taller than me, which is not hard since I'm only 5 foot 4. But still. So I got my butt started on laundry. There is something about the smell of dryer sheets in the morning that makes me smile. Plus I have coffee so nothing could go wrong today, right? If I had a clothesline, I'd get the towels done fast, but of course I'm still waiting on that. Ahem.



Last but not least, my new desk arrived today. Mr. R is going to put it together for me later. I'm glad I have the weekend to set it up as I like it. I don't have a working camera right now, so I can't take a picture. Soon my pretties, soon!

Another Department Meeting

Happy Anniversary, Happy Anniversary, Happy Anniversary, to usssssssssssssssss! That's right, peeps. 14 years ago, I was 19 years old, getting ready for my wedding. Mr. R was only 21. And no, I was not pregnant before I got married! Missy was born 8 days before our first anniversary. I am certain that most never thought it would last. Even members of my own family felt I was rushing into marriage. But here I am, still married, with three awesome children, and a great husband. I am truly blessed!







However, I don't get to celebrate at home with my man. I have to drive to Maitland to go to a department meeting. Normally, these meetings make me want to vomit. But I have a new boss! She wants to meet with us and go over goals and stats and fun crap like that. I am looking forward to this only because this appears to be a meeting with a purpose, which is a nice change. Not only that, but they are ordering Publix subs. And you can't beat a Publix sub. I'd drive to Maitland for a sub. Publix subs are heaven on wheat bread. AMEN!!!

Congrats to Aunt Kelly

She got a job! Whoo hooooo!

I Need a New Dryer

I have done six loads of laundry today. I know, color me crazy. With Mr. R leaving today, I had to make sure my man had clean clothes for at least two weeks. I never know when he's coming back. I also (again, I am CUCKOO!) decided to clean the boys's room. I found dirty clothes in every hidey spot in that room. What is so wrong with using the &%^&*^ laundry basket?!?! Anyway, we threw out broken toys, candy wrappers, socks with holes, paper plates, and broken cds. Then I started laundry.
Load 1 went fine. Put Load 1 in dryer, started Load 2. My dryer is old (at least 15 years old, and not at all energy efficient). It takes at least an hour to dry one load of clothes. It was still early in the morning as I did this. Took Load 1 out of the dryer, and put Load 2 in the dryer. Then I started Load 3 in the washing machine. Took Load 1 into my room, turned on the fan, and started folding. I'm sure ya'll get the idea.
Anyway, by the time Load 3 was in the dryer, I was sweating. All three kids have been mildly ill, so I just assumed that I was starting to feel feverish myself. Until I walked by the thermostat. 84?!?! It was 84 degrees in my house, but meanwhile my thermostat was set for 76. Hmmm, I'm not math genius, but that doesn't add up. I pulled Load 3 out, started Load 4, and went back into my room to fold. On a side note, I have the world's best fan in my room. It is uglier than homemade sin, but could blow the dimples out of a golf ball. I will keep this fan until it explodes, I don't care how bad it clashes with my design. So I sat on my bed, folded clothes, drank ice water, and basically ignored the problem stewing in my laundry room. By the time I walked out of my room an hour later, it was 86 in my house. Thankfully, Load 5 was two backpacks and a blanket, which won't fit in my dryer. I have to hang those up on my dining room chairs because I don't have a clothesline. I desperately want one, as I have a quarter acre property and no HOA, so I can hang one up if I feel like it. However, Mr. R keeps forgetting to put one up, and I am strictly forbidden to use his tools while he's gone.
I lowered the thermostat to 72, power bill be damned. As I write this, the temperature has finally dropped to 80, which is still about 5 degrees higher than I want it. The dryer has been turned off for over an hour. I checked the fuse box and the outside unit, and everything is working fine. So the only thing that could be causing the heat is the dryer.
So, load 6 is socks and underwear. I hate to say it, but it's going to have sit in the washing machine overnight. I'll run the dryer in the morning when its not so hot out. For a gal who lives in Florida, I seriously cannot stand the heat. August is probably the worst month here, too.

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I wrote a haiku in dedication to my drier:

Inefficient box of heat
Ah, you are dying
Are driers on sale at Sears?


I may do haiku more often. Pay attention, you never know when I'll bust one out.

Another Offer

Well, well, well. When it rains, it pours. Mr. R was offered ANOTHER position...this time, from the company he is already leased to. So far now, he is going to stay exactly where he already is. At first, I wanted to scream when he told me this. Hours of filling out applications, faxing, creating a killer resume...all for him to stay with the same company. I took a deep breath, and said, sweetly (he wasn't fooled, I was NOT sweet), "So what are they offering you?"
It turns out, Mr. R had a discussion with the person in charge of logistics, and they are going to have a new account in a few months for local drivers. And because Mr. R has worked for this company for four years, he is at the top of the list to obtain one of these positions. Because this company has been pretty good to him, he decided to stay. I have to admit, this company has been good to him. He's been home for every major holiday, for the kids' birthdays, and for lots of vacations. And while we're not rich, we're not in debt, either. Once I calmed down (and grumbled to myself about why he didn't just talk to the logistics manager in the first place and save me hours of paperwork) I realized this was good. So, I'm cool.