The Inmates Run the Asylum

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.

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 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.

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.