2002

All this week when I’ve written out the date I’ve been putting 02 as the year. I even set up a payment over the phone Wednesday and when I punched in the date I used 02. Luckily I caught it before the payment was finalized. At first I wondered what in the heck was wrong with me and then realized there were some pretty important things going on in our lives back in 2002. Maybe I'm subconsciously reliving that time???? Whatever the reason, it made me start reminiscing……

I clearly remember what I was going 6 years ago today. I had just been transferred to this new position and we had a closing for a home remodel that evening. I was the only one in the office during the day so I took my shoes off. My feet swelled so bad that by the time the customers came in I couldn’t get my shoes back on. I had to walk to my car barefoot. This particular closing is etched in my memory because it had what is called Right of Recession. Since the borrowers were using their primary residence for collateral they have 3 business days to change their mind about the loan. We don’t record the deed of trust or disburse any money until the recession period has ended. Well guess what their disbursement day ended up being – March 19, but I’ll get to that next week.

March 15 I had a doctor’s appointment in the afternoon. The doctor was going to let me go another week. If I hadn’t had him by the next Friday then we’d schedule an induction date. Charity and I ate Mexican that night. I don’t believe in many of the old wives tales, but I thought it wouldn’t hurt to try. Charity, do you remember that night? When I walked in the restaurant I felt like every eye in the place was on me.

March 16 Sharon had a birthday party for me. Mom, Dad, Mamma and Pampa all came over for it. I remember I was extremely short tempered that evening because we were having Mamma get tags for our new car. The dealer hadn’t done something correctly and we were running out of time. Since the dealer was closer to Mamma and Pampa they took care of it. Mamma didn’t believe me that our personal property tax receipt was a receipt because it didn’t look like hers. That set me off that evening. I also remember what I wore that night to the party. For some reason being pregnant made me loose all sense of fashion. I looked and felt awful. I wore a very attractive pair of navy blue knit pants with a mock turtleneck. I had given up wearing anything but knit about a month earlier. At the party that night I was sitting on the fireplace hearth and Dad told me I looked terrible (meaning uncomfortable). I was so ready for our baby to make his appearance. I figured we'd be setting an induction date the next week. Little did I know everything was closer than I thought.