When 2000 began, I was a newlywed, barely 20-year-old, rose-colored glasses wearing ass-clown. I had no idea what being a true adult was
like, but, boy-oh-boy did I think I had it whipped. Not so much. After a
couple moves and a whole lot of craptastic jobs, and grasping to make
ends meet, the hubz and I settled back in my hometown and I happened
into a comfortable job working with adults with disabilities.
2001 was all about getting grounded and starting to understand how the world really worked. Continue...