Seat saved.

This will trigger the rest of the story,

fleshed,

Later.

I am embroiled in an issue at the moment. I have posted something online from an open meeting called Candidates Night. I am a candidate, and as NYS is a single party state, I recorded it. The moderator didn't like it, but when he asked me why I was recording it, I stated one of the other candidate's names that wasn't available.

I posted the item under a password protected WP entry and offered that people could contact me and I would give them my password. This is part of my campaigning and electioneering. As part of that it was transcribed and I only transcribed my statements. I posted summarizations of yes/no answers that I believed to be my understanding of my opponents answers to the questions.

I was sent a request to take the material down and issue and apology. They also wanted to have all the email addresses and names of everyone who requested a password which I emphatically denied. I stated that I would do no such thing not without the moderator contacting...

Fool me twice, shame on me. Says the only person in his department NOT invited out to lunch to celebrate someone's 20th anniversary with the company.

I guess I just never learn.

I think Mr. Security and I have finally accepted the fact that yes, I am pregnant.

Wow, that's kind of hard to type, let alone say.

It's kind of crazy. I kept telling myself after I gave my second son up for adoption that I was done. I was good with one kid and it just didn't seem fair to my second child to go on having a replacement kid.

But, it has happened. Maybe not at the most opportune time, but I believe that everything happens for a reason.

What does this mean for me?

Well, it's going to be stressful. Mr. Security leave at the beginning of January for some army training, school training... whatever. Stuff. He won't be back until June. Right around when I will be having our baby. So, basically, I'm going to be going through the toughest part of my pregnancy alone. TFP, I want you to know that I'm going to be relying on you. I can tell you right now that my family will be disappointed. Although they will...

With my red partridge heart descending I am shot through with ship-to-shore voices of lonely men at sea who say here I am here I am into the twist and howl of static every transmission less a location than a desire to be looked for, each voice tipped and reconfigured by other elements from the expanding fields of electronic debris that radiate outward from the earth, rings of advertisements sitcoms and news updates trailing involvements interiors and times that vibrate through machineries of gravity fields and asteroids





and I descending with my red partridge heart.