whiski_sour: (vrooom!)
I'm afraid my life has been very dull lately. Lack of work means lack of money which means lack of a social life which means lack of interesting things to talk about.

Here are a few things of note, I suppose:

I did go to the Frontier League All-Star Game and Home Run Derby, which I blogged and tweeted about. There's a guy that works for the Belters (not a ballplayer) who I find dead sexy. I tried to get pics of him, but couldn't get anything good. Haley tried with her hi-powered camera, but he was elusive. I'll try again my next game.

Dad had his cancer check-up. Everything looks pretty good. He's getting three maintenance treatments and then he'll go back in October for another check-up. So all is going well on that front. He can pee and that's what makes him happy.

I'm slogging through the heavy revisions/rewrites on one of my novel manuscripts because a) I need to get SOMETHING agent ready and b) it makes me feel like less of a worthless lump of fat. I put the first chapter of it up on my blog to see if anyone would have any interest in actually reading the whole thing should it ever get published. It's a curiosity/feedback thing.

I've been working on my belly dancing and I kind of want to do something with it. Carrie and I have a friend who teaches classes and performs and she's invited me to attend/teach and perform with her and I've been considering it. The only catch is her dancing is tribal and mine is more cabaret. Not sure how that would work out together.

I've thought about doing belly dancing as a kind of a party favor. Example: instead of hiring a male stripper for a bachelorette party, you hire me. I dance, teach the party a few dance moves, and then we freestyle for a fun, female experience. I don't know how much work I'd get doing that, though. I do know I'd be better than the local male stripper.

(Yes, we have a local male stripper. I've only seen him with his clothes on as he shops in Walmart. He only got rid of his mullet in the last few years. No, I'm not making any of this up.)

I'm still in the market for a day job. I've put in some more applications, but haven't heard anything. It's a tough time to be out of work and I realize my position is luckier than most, but still. I need to earn some money and I'm having trouble doing that right now. I like paying my bills. I like buying stuff I need. I like buying stuff I don't need, too.

Don't take my silence for absence. I read here every day, so if you post something, I see it. If you miss my rambling drivel, Twitter is where I'm at.

Just mute the Cubs hashtag for your own sanity.
whiski_sour: (dreamy Alex)
I've got all of my ducks in a row (I hope) for Casino Night tomorrow night. Thanks to my awesome friend Harry who's going with me, I'll be able to spend the night there and not have to worry about driving home right after the party. I will still be driving in Chicago, which I hate and have serious anxiety about, but I know in the end it will be better than what I make it out to be and I will survive it and that's what counts.

This is going to be my Cinderella night.

You see these tickets go for $175 a piece ($500 a piece for the VIP tickets). No way could I afford to go. I've never been able to afford to go. I'm going because I won these tickets. Technically, I don't belong there. But like Cinderella, I had a bit of a Fairy Godmother thing going, what with the winning and Harry helping me out by putting me up and already having the dress, so I get to head to the ball.

For one night, I get to pretend I'm not about to max out my credit card. I get to pretend that my ability to sell my stories and my jewelry isn't an abysmal failure. I get to pretend that I don't keep making stupid mistakes. For one night, I get to dress up and be pretty and gamble fake money and maybe exchange a few words with a player or two and pretend for one night that everything is bippity boppity boo before returning the reality of trying to clean up the mess that is my current existence.

I don't deserve that one night reprieve, but I'm going to take it and enjoy it as much as I can. It'll be the last one I get like that for a long time.

The pain from wearing heels for several hours will be worth it.

To be fair, I did get a very nice, pretty comfortable pair of heels. But you can't fight physics. 235 pounds in 3 inch heels when it's the first time you've warn heels in quite a while pretty much guarantees inevitable pain, despite steps taken to avoid it (gel cushion inserts, wearing them to break them in, wearing them to get used to them, etc.). The one bright spot, though, is that they don't seem to effect my jacked up knee too much, so that's something.
whiski_sour: (*headdesk*)
I'm a little stressed this week.

Had to make an unexpected trip to the hospital on Wednesday. Mom text me early that morning, asking me to call her. Now, since this is my mother, it can be anything from someone's dead to the Howlin' Mad Smurf wants to tell you something completely pointless. So, I called her to find out that Grandma (her mother) is in hospital. Apparently, her glaucoma meds were causing her to go into renal failure and she ended up in ICU. My aunt was on the way up from St. Louis and my mother wanted me to go to the hospital to keep my aunt in check, as she had a fear that my aunt would end up arguing with the doctors and get pitched from the hospital.

Mother also requested me to go because, though she wanted to be there, since her fear of hospitals was so well known, she was afraid that if she showed up, Grandma would think she was dying.

But I went and Grandma cried when she saw me. Yeah, that reassured her, Ma.

In the end, I had a nice visit with her and the rest of the family. She was moved to a regular room yesterday, and was sent home today. She's a tough old lady, for sure, and I'm glad the doctors got her fixed up so quickly.

In other news, I'm going to Cubs Con with [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian a week from today and I've hit my typical traveling IT'S TOO SOON I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME I NEED MORE TIME stress. I'll be fine once I get going, but for the next few days I'm going to feel like I have too much to do, not enough time, and I'm not going to be ready. I think Hammie's birthday and my birthday happening literally the two days before I leave is just adding to that stress.

In further stress news, I realized today that the manuscript I've been working on for the novel contest needs a lot more work than I remembered it needing. There's no way I'm going to get it done. I won't stop rewriting/revising it, but it's not going to work for this contest. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about that yet. I'll look at the other manuscripts I have and see if there's anything I've got that's closer to being done, but I'm not very hopeful. I'm thinking this is a lost cause and I'm not going to be able to play. Not happy with myself on that one.

So, yes, by the time I hit Chicago, I'm going to be more than ready to rock and, as my family says, blow the stink off.
whiski_sour: (scream)
It's really starting to set in that next week will be the last week of a regular paycheck and then I'll be depending on what work DaLette can get me and how well I can sell my jewelry and my self-published book of short stories.

Yeah, I'm terrified.

If this doesn't work, I'll be back in the market for a day job, looking like a fool. It'll be just another in a long list of failures I've committed in my time. It's hard to be a success when you're rather mediocre and not very good at anything.

Anyway, I'm feeling a little anxious because it doesn't feel like a week is going to be enough time to get this show off the ground. The jewelry website should be ready, but the book is going to take a bit longer. I won't be getting any work from DaLette until October, so I've got a whole month to really work on building up the other two projects and getting them going.

I'm still terrified.

This could all work well if I were a different person, but I'm so reluctant to sell myself or anything I do. I feel like I'm being annoying when I try to put myself and my work out there. I'm not as smooth and charming as so many other people I know. Promotion is the key to making this work. Getting the message out to as many people as possible will go a long way to helping this work.

I've got the websites. I've ordered business cards. I plan on setting up pages on Facebook. I plan on using Twitter. If anyone would like to help me spread the word about the jewelry, I'd be happy to send you a freebie along with some business cards to pass out to people you think might be interested. I don't know what kind of deal I could work out on the book yet, but I'll think of something. Any help anyone could offer, I'd be grateful.

I'm doing this.

Yep. Terrified.
whiski_sour: (Busted!)
I was filling out an online job application for a retail place that shall not be named that asked if I'd ever gotten into shoving matches or fist fights with coworkers.

A) Who answers that question honestly?

B)I'd never have quit my old job if I got to punch people out.

By the end of the character testing questions, and there were alot, I was pretty sure I didn't have any character left.

But it wasn't worse than the Family Video SAT.

I challenge a minimum wage job to have a more ridiculous test than that.
whiski_sour: (handy liquor)
Dad stopped smoking yesterday. I know this sounds like a good, healthy step for him, and should he live through it, it will be.

But, he's going cold turkey. That's dangerous business after smoking 1 1/2 to 3 packs a day for thirty plus years. He's tried using the patches (he smoked with them on, missing the point of the patches) and tried cutting down gradually like I did, but neither worked. So once again he's going cold turkey.

This might be it for him. He might actually do it and I'm rooting for him to get it done and I'll be supportive.

But, all I can think about it that one time he tried to quit smoking and after three days my mother threatened to run him over with the car if he didn't start again because he was driving her nuts.

So, yes, I'm hoping for good things while I build my bunker.

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