From the monthly archives:

August 2010

On the good side of the universe

by Myg on August 12, 2010

I want to say something about how the universe works, at least my universe, fully cognizant that we’re not all in the same one here.

A week and a half ago I was told that the funding for my job wasn’t going to be reallocated. That means I’d be out of a job as of 10/1. I always knew this was a possibility, but when I got the news I took it very hard anyway. Like, was totally fucking devastated. Mostly because I’m the primary breadwinner and our health insurance is from my job, also because bitch as I may, my job kicks ass. I have near complete freedom to come and go as I will, I only have to work 3 days a week and I get full benefits, including employer contributions to my retirement. And if I lose this position, I can never get anything like it again because they’ve done away with the “regular part time” concept.

So I was devastated, disappointed, but mostly frightened because folks? Even with this job we are piss broke. So the thought of being even worse off? Damned unpleasant.

Anyway, I pulled my head out of my ass, out of my woe-is-me moment, reached out, shared my angst and you were all right there, “We’ve got your back, Myg.”‘ And guys? I’m serious when I say you steadied me, helped me regain my footing. So I went about making plans, figuring out what we were going to do to bring in the guacamole. And I was still worried, but whatever. I wasn’t going to panic. It wasn’t helping, anyway.

And then yesterday I got a message from my boss. “You’re ex-boss from another department has a position open, but instead of filling it, he’s going to to give us the money so we can keep your position.”

Floored. Seriously floored. As I always am by the kindness we show one another in times of stress and need. It is what makes life, however difficult and ass kicking it can be, a worthy endeavor after all.

Much love and good turns of events to you all on this rainy Thursday.

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Eff You, Econopocalypse. I’ve got Mr. Myg and the Myglets.

by Myg on August 10, 2010

Hey there!

A few things, but first, this:

Why no matter what the hell else fucks up in my life, I am the luckiest woman on the planet.

Aaannnddd shit. Hope that didn’t break my layout.

So, you all know I’ve been gone awhile, deep in the middle of my obsessive writing of a Twilight Fan Fiction. I can almost type that without grimacing, almost, not quite. I cannot say it in person without grimacing, only because for those who aren’t in the know, it just sounds so, what? You’re doing what? Writing what? Twilight? Don’t you know that book sucks ass? Well, yes. Yes, I do and I don’t know that. I’m not going to talk about Twilight here. Not. Going. To. Talk. About Twilight.

Hey! It’s my eight year anniversary with Alex! (aka Mr. Myg!). And you know what? He’s really hot, right? He’s even cuter in person. He’s so going to give me shit for posting a picture of him and calling him cute on the internet. Not that much shit.

That was a shot of him just this morning, after he’d had only 4 and a half hours of sleep, he was hanging out with the myglets, Doot (on the right) and Bing (on the left) and I snapped this photo and thought, hot damn. You know, 18 months after the boys were born I’m still a good 20lbs overweight, I just lost my job this week, our finances are really, oh GOD when I think about it, I get palpitations, no shit, they are so bad right now. Like, should we pay the mortgage or buy groceries, kind of bad.

So I’m writing this right from the center of my panic attack. Sometimes I think I could let all of the fear just eat me alive, you know? Like, what in the fucking fuck are we going to do now?

But then I look at that picture there, and I think, Christ. I’m lucky. I swear to you, I am lucky. Because money? It comes and goes. It doesn’t matter. Okay, that’s bullshit. But it doesn’t matter that much, is what I’m telling you.

Alex and the boys matter. We are all here. We are all okay.

The rest is incidental.

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