I’m Going to Run a Marathon!
Guinness doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve just decided to join him for his marathon in January of 2010. I’m sick of being so lazy and depressed. I’m hoping this will give me and Guinness something to work towards.
Guinness’ back is still way messed up. He had to stop taking the extreme dose of Motrin since it started upsetting his stomach. I tried the reflexology on him last night. Not sure if it did anything, but he likes the 45 minute foot rub either way. He’s been icing and stretching and doing just about everything we can think of to get it feeling even a little bit better.
Work at my office has been driving me crazy. I’m still torn between staying and finding something new. I’ve considered opening my own office in Sacramento. That’s still a few years off. I could just join a Sacramento office and work as a Broker. Of course I have no client base so unless they (the new office) handed me a few listings it would take a few months to break in. I could open a Transaction Coordinating office in Sac right now. Problem is the demand is fairly low for that sort of thing at the moment. Realtors are working twice (sometimes even three times) as hard for a fraction of the commission. Not many can afford to hand over even a small portion to a coordinator. Lots of Realtors are getting out of the business.
Everyone I know in Lodi I’ve already referred to my Dad. But a switch to Sacramento would require lots of advertising…I haven’t the capital to make it happen. Dad and I just sold a house to a girl I’ve known since I was three! He sold it, I assisted. That’s just the way it is. I’m worried no matter how hard I try for it in Lodi, I’ll always just be Larry’s daughter. They don’t care that I’ve been in Real Estate on-and-off for 13 years…nearly half my life! They don’t care that I have a BA in Economics. I’m Larry’s daughter and isn’t he nice for giving his daughter a job. When he retires they’ll come to me…maybe. If I stay I’ll never feel like I’ve really accomplished anything.
I told Dad I would stay.
And they might not come to me. Probably 80% of Dad’s clients are the sort of extreme Christian that he is. I am not. I don’t believe in mixing work and religion. I don’t like having a religious conversation unless it’s on my own terms and I don’t have to fake it to get the client. I’m not going to pretend I share all of his beliefs because I really really don’t. I’m not going to stick a fish symbol on my car to prove something. I’m not going to pray with every client that comes in the door. I don’t believe in praying in groups. I spent too much time in a wacked-out-their-minds church to participate in that kind of crap. Prayer for the sake of hearing your own voice and proving something to those around you isn’t my cup of tea. Dad doesn’t do that. He believes in what he says and does.
I made good money last year but have taken a serious pay-cut, as everyone has, to stay in Real Estate.
Anyway…I’m going to stop focusing on that, treat it as a regular job for a little while and focus on getting in shape and my house organized. I’ll get organized at work too.
Freddie is simply the best baby in the whole world…at least I think so. If I make a noise like I’m upset or hurt, she comes running and says “Are you okay Mommy?”. Seriously cute. The house is so big she likes to call out “Where are you Mommy?” quite a lot. She lost her Mr. Potato Head, one of her favorite Christmas presents this year (Thank you Aunt Lynnie!). She’s been running around the house for 2 days saying “Where are you Potato Head?”. It took me a little while to figure it out. I’ll find him.
Last night she spent the first full night in her big-girl bed. I put the baby gate on her bedroom door, since we don’t have an actual door, so that I could get some sleep. Guinness doesn’t get it, but I tried to explain how knowing she had the option to wander this big old house in the middle of the night made me more than a little nervous. I think the big bed is more comfortable because she slept through the whole night. That’s still a rare occurrence. Generally she wakes up once around 4:00 for a cup of milk and a diaper change. I think the cold pee wakes her up. She stays warmer in the big bed. She tosses around less and has a big comforter on her.
Right now she’s coloring on the easel Guinness got her for Christmas. We’re in the kitchen and I’m just about to make us Sunday morning pancakes. Josh is coming over around noon to watch the big football games with Guinness. I’m going to try to get some laundry done and maybe even work on Freddie’s room a little bit. We will see.
Thanks for listening to me vent.