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Highway 31 was blocked for our annual Christmas parade. Argh! We had to do some running around to the grocery store (or they did), so that kinda stopped the whole plan and rerouted it. I feel like the season's already on us, since all the to-do has been to-done BEFORE Thanksgiving this year.

Just like summers being lost, so is time between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Really, it's kind of a shame. Depending on what happens in "the household", I might have to get another tree this year. I /really/ don't feel in the mood to do all that. The Spawnlette claims she wants nothing (no list, etc.) yet she's always saying "O, I wanna get this or that", almost like she'd rather die than give me a list. Because /maybe/ that would mean I'm doing something right.

I hope I'm wrong about that.

I'm dreading this season worse than ever. Again, my parents play a HUGE role in all this. Mother's day was forgotten, every holiday the spawnlette has spent with her dad, and I'm the odd man out. I have to admit, I don't like the double dealing I feel is going on. It leaves me hurt and confused. I realize that seeds might be planted that are erroneous in order to garner extra affection, but am praying that's not the case. It REALLY feels like it, though. And I have, after all, spent from then until now defending that situation. No more will be said about that.

Anyway. Can't lose sleep over it. I have too many other things to fret about.

Yeah, so let's get happy or something up in here
The weekend, overall, was casual, relaxing, exciting and just what I needed. It could've been better, but I won't complain. There was a bonus in it for me ;-) I cooked dinner last night, and that was a hit. I can be a great cook when I take the time to do it. After, there were head rubs and movies. Yay. :D

Today was as lazy as I, and I reveled in it. Didn't bother with a shower, nor any of the daily niceties we typically go through to be presentable to others. WHATEV. My goal was to hang out. I have a severely torn ligament in my right knee, thanks to the man-fight, and feel that needs to be dealt with seriously and quickly. He...not my knee.

Now, the solitude I'm experiencing after the cacophony of this weekend is slightly melancholy. While I enjoy the solace, I miss the laughing, chattering and overall giddiness which once filled these empty rooms. I am alone, and feel it, burning almost, missing the company, yet knowing I can't retrieve it. That's a bad feeling.

There I go again. Nothing totally happy in here these days, an I sorely want to add something witty and clever (and funny) for those who read. I just don't have it in me right now.

On assignment
I've finally been put on assignment, after winning a freelance bid. I'm to write to articles on loans (I know...go figure), 500 words apiece and NO BYLINE CREDIT! Uhhh...I like to keep a tight, recent portfolio. Argh. I suppose financial compensation is supposed to satisfy. While on a basic needs level, it will for a little bit. But eventually I'll want credit. > : o

Deadline is tomorrow. I've bid for another, more lucrative writing assignment from the same site. Seems like I win almost ever job I bid for and I finally learned why yesterday; these "freelancers" are wannabes. They don't have even a nodding acqaintance with AP style, much less Chicago. Unbelievable. That's another HUGE thing I really have problems with here in El Jay land. So many people just knight themselves writers when they've never been published (not really...some company circular or poetry thing doesn't count), nor have they ever been compensated for it. Don't dub yourself a writer just because you want to be one. You're one of the reasons I have a hard time with financial arrangements while bidding; they expect ME to be like YOU (non-writers). *INSERT LOUD HOWLING NOISE HERE*

On another freelance note: Mike's writing group needs a facelift, and so he asked his 1,000 or so members to volunteer. I mocked one up that he loved and so now I'm asking him (after he asked me if I'd commit to it every month) "What's in it for ME?" C'mon...I need more than a plug or byline credit right now. It's Christmas, I'm a single mom in a panic with no child support and EVERY dollar is precious.

Speaking of...I just got totally ripped off from someone I trusted on this journal. Or rather Kelsey did. Made a journal for someone who not only didn't pay, but makes it a habit to "borrow" my stuff regularly. Made that cut today and forever. I'm tired of reading me all the time.

Enough of that. Right now, I'm just ready to sleep. I've suffered through a migraine all weekend and need to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed tomorrow..so...I'll be those! Or die tryin'. :D

I'm still trying to learn how to embed video (my own; saving it AND putting it in here) in this journal. I have a funny one on mine that's just BEGGING to be in here :) OOPS. MY BAD. DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS RECORDING! Heh. :>

I think that's about all I have to say for public consumption. The rest, just make it up. That's what readers and stalkers do ANYway. Heh.


( 4 whispered — Speak )
Dec. 2nd, 2007 10:51 pm (UTC)
man i got home and did this and checked that and man does myspace blow. apparently a video comment got added from me to a bunch of people on my myspace's friends pages. man, my myspace days are numbered
Dec. 2nd, 2007 11:02 pm (UTC)
WOW. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?????? Who knows your password??????

That's /not/ good. =/
Dec. 2nd, 2007 11:59 pm (UTC)
bah, yeah, but it won't happen again. i know what happened, i cllicked on a link someone had and like an idiot guess i brought it on myself. shit happens. but i don't think that could happen on lj that easily
Dec. 3rd, 2007 12:05 am (UTC)
Yikes. Sorry about that =/ I just got a phony Ebay mail. People are insane.
( 4 whispered — Speak )


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