I read recently about the term "zero point."  Zero point is, loosely defined, the exact second that a tragedy occurs, that single moment of loss that devastates your plans and completely wipes out your future, that point of no return that starts the ball rolling towards eventual destruction.

I'm there.

Men can be strange beasts.  I know this, but am ( Read more... )

I don't like priority shifts.  I like to have my family up top with my dignity and my survival, and I don't like putting work or money before anything else.  More specifically, I don't like putting anything before my kid -- which is why I've had a very exhausting month.

Earlier in May, Steven's car broke down.  That put us down to one vehicle, which ( Read more... )

Hi, Livejournal.  I know it's been awhile.  The past few days have been absolutely thrilling!  My bosses told me last week that we were going to have a different branch of our parent financial company moving into our little office.  We cleared out a bunch of desks for them.  Then my bosses pulled me into the office and said the owner (owner!) of ( Read more... )

"Well, it's love.
Make it hurt.
I deserve it."

What did you guys do for Valentine's Day?  Steve and I did victory shots.  We also went to dinner at his parents' house for a multifunctional celebration.  Steve and I picked up flowers for his mother, grandmother, sister, and sister-in-law, and as I was carrying them in the house, I slipped and fell directly on my butt in the foyer.

In front of ( Read more... )

I found the catch.  It was on the pro/con list all along, and some denial-ridden part of myself thought I would be able to step over it and move on with my life, but it was just lies, all lies.

Typically, I have enough money to go down to Dover at least once every two weeks, sometimes more.  It's not a cheap trip, certainly, but then I knew I'd get ( Read more... )

In November, we went to Disney World with my relatives in a trip that was so epically dramatic that it inspired me almost instantaneously to want to write a book about it.  I saw my aunts and mother cry over preposterous bones dug up from months ago, and I saw a grown man act like a child in the happiest place on Earth.  I watched my grandmother's ( Read more... )

I have to throw out Mr. Brown because he wouldn't survive the spin cycle in the washer. I think I'm going to cry. ~Omi...

I wrote Gregory an e-mail a couple weeks ago when it became apparent that I probably wouldn't be around when he got back from his submarine excursion. It told of my barside rescue and great big news, congratulations on Greg finding his "delightful girl," and begged a form of contact when he finally came home so we could open up the lines of ( Read more... )

I got a surprise job interview yesterday, not even a full day after Steve officially asked me to please move in with him when Joe leaves. But Joe's leaving on January 8th, two weeks sooner than we'd expected. And the surprise job interview led to a surprise job that I started today, less than 24 hours after my first interview -- which led to a ( Read more... )