Sunday
Whew, it's been a while! What's news... Scott got a job, working at Toyota. He's doing well so far. It's straight commisson so it'll be a bit of an uphill crawl for the first month or two but could lead to a lot of good things if we're lucky and he's as talented as I think he is. The kids are all here, all happy, all well. I'm still in school, still working. We have our final step in Scott's immigration process (at least, for the next two years) which is his interview for a greencard. It's on the 24th. I tend to hyperventilate when I think about it so... I don't, lol. The lawyer promises us things will be fine but it's not his husband who is on the line. Things should be fine. But... chicken little, the sky is falling.
I have virtually nothing to say that could interest anyone who doesn't know me so... I can't imagine I will update my LJ regularly. I'm not part of any fandom anymore- don't even watch much TV. I work, I go to school, I spend time with my family. That's about it. I read. I write in my journal. Scott and I have friends we spend some time with but mostly, we're with each other.
Is it strange that happiness scares the hell out of me? A year ago, I couldn't have imagined how good things could get. My grandma told me I should write a "how-to" book on blended families... because everyone seems to get along now. As today- my ex, Scott, all four kids and I met up at my gramma's house. We all had Christmas celebrations together, and we frequently met up for lunches.
I like this. I like being able to talk with Scott's ex about the kids, to be able to relax. And most of all, I like having all the kids here. I like being with Scott. I like having the freedom to work less, to focus on school and family. I like being happy, having two consecutive winters without depression. All the same, being happy scares me. Stupid... an infant could put together how being happy means you have more to lose. In any case, the fear is much smaller than the happiness. Easily ignored. Just a curiosity.
Gotta go play checkers!
I have virtually nothing to say that could interest anyone who doesn't know me so... I can't imagine I will update my LJ regularly. I'm not part of any fandom anymore- don't even watch much TV. I work, I go to school, I spend time with my family. That's about it. I read. I write in my journal. Scott and I have friends we spend some time with but mostly, we're with each other.
Is it strange that happiness scares the hell out of me? A year ago, I couldn't have imagined how good things could get. My grandma told me I should write a "how-to" book on blended families... because everyone seems to get along now. As today- my ex, Scott, all four kids and I met up at my gramma's house. We all had Christmas celebrations together, and we frequently met up for lunches.
I like this. I like being able to talk with Scott's ex about the kids, to be able to relax. And most of all, I like having all the kids here. I like being with Scott. I like having the freedom to work less, to focus on school and family. I like being happy, having two consecutive winters without depression. All the same, being happy scares me. Stupid... an infant could put together how being happy means you have more to lose. In any case, the fear is much smaller than the happiness. Easily ignored. Just a curiosity.
Gotta go play checkers!