Title: Moneymoneymoneymoneyyyyy... MO-NAY
Reading: Rescuing the Bible From Fundamentalism, John Shelby Spong
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She's a Brick... House:
Woo, y'all. The house is finally sold. Closing was yesterday, and except for a few last miscellaneous items in the garage, we are completely out and have given the place over to the new owner. I picked up the check from the title company today over lunch. We made a fairly decent profit off the place: not a whole hell of a lot, but enough to pay off my credit cards and have a little left over for Ian and me to split up. No more mortgage payments; no more snotty phone messages from the mortgage company; no more payments to the ridiculously ineffective Homeowners' Association. I am done with this place and I have a wad of cash to show for it.
I should really not be as thrilled about this as I am.
Okay, screw that noise. I am fucking stoked. I have a check in my hot little hands which has five digits on it, and it's addressed to me. Word. Up. Have I mentioned that my credit card debt is about to completely disappear? I have? Well, let me mention it once again: As of next week when the payments to the credit card pukes go through, I will be completely out of debt except for my car. I am excited to the point of feeling faint about the whole deal. You people just don't know.
Poor, Unsuspecting Bastard:
Ian and I did promise to take Steve to the strip joint when we sold the house. Next weekend maybe; this weekend, Ian is gone down to the sauna that is New Mexico. It's Jim's wedding this weekend, ya know. The boy is finally, actually, for real getting married, a couple of false starts and cold feet notwithstanding. His fiancee is a very nice girl who I have unfortunately not had the opportunity to get to know very well yet.
God, my grammar and syntax really suck today. I'm feeling off-balance with my writing, and it shows. This is probably why the updates have been both 1) sporadic and 2) sucky when they did show up. Sorry. I'll get out of this rut eventually. Can you tell I've been frying my brain lately? I have. Truly.
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In other news, Ian and I are scheduling a meeting with his lawyer cousins to make sure we have everything intact to start the divorce process. We haven't done it until now because we wanted to get the house thing out of the way -- one less thing to worry about, you know. Now that it's actually here, he seems to be a bit reluctant to start things up. I can't say as I blame him; everything is much more real now. We still have a lot to do, not the least of which is divide up all our stuff and find me a more permanent place to live.
Sometimes it really sucks being a grown-up.
Also in other news, Cynthia and I are more or less adjusting well to living together. We've had our share of squabbles and tension, of course. Both of us are intellectual enough to analyze our problems to death (typical lesbians, I guess), so we tend to beat issues into the ground. On the other hand, if there's a problem we face with each other, we usually deal with it well enough that it doesn't happen again, or at least if it does, we already know better. It doesn't always stop us from arguing (Cynthia would call it "having a tense discussion", not arguing), but at least we talk about it.
Both of us are still scared to death that what we have will change in a way that we can't deal with, or that we'll break from the difficulties of trying to maintain a gay relationship in the face of this society, not to mention the sharp disapproval of our respective families. Especially mine.
I guess the best we can do is remember what we have and make that the most important priority in our lives. That's all most people can do, anyway.
-- marcie.