The mushy thing I call my brain won't stop!
I am a multi-tasker, but it is really hard to mutli-task with a constant pain in my left foot, and very little sleep.
Sunday, I got a new pair of shoes, they were just simple canvas shoes, and I stepped on my left foot wrong or so I think. My foot is swollen and in extreme pain . . . well at least 6 out of 10. There is no bruising or many marks. I think I just pulled so tendant or sprained it. The good thing is that my mom stayed an extra day and helped out with shopping.
Anyway, Tom and I are supposed to paint the dinning room for my father tomorrow so I hope I am healed enough that I can be on my feet for a few hours. I'm actually not looking forward to being over my father's house tomorrow, because I know he is picky, but after helping my mom out with some food and such, we kind of need the money.
My mom keeps waiting on pin and needles over the unemployment extension, which the government is doing all wrong.* However what I noticed is that she went on more Tarot and Astrology sites this weekend than job sites. I want to defend her, but if she is really making the wrong choices a part of me feels I need to let her fall. I mean I shouldn't have to take care of her, she not even close to retirement age. She is just an old lost soul who has no idea what to do next, but just won't listen to any ideas or tips anyone has for her.
*The government has no idea what they are doing. . . actually I had a dream about a week ago where I show up to the Senate and I have this ten page plan: 26 weeks of unemployment (Not 99weeks), no unlining anything the Senate wants, the plan and the bill were clean. The trick was the unemployment was going on we start up businesses: (locally for example: in the city I am currently living resturants stay open later hiring for later shifts, more doughnut and coffee shops, and more family goal businesses.) We would also have certain factories and other business have On-the-job training or the company would pay for certain employees to go to school a few days or nights a week. The thing was Senate thought my idea was brillant and then they asked me what side of government I was or what party I supported. This is what I said, "This is how I view your 'parties,' I think the elephant should stomp on the donkey as it is choking on a peanut. To be blunt, I think it is because of your parties that our debt grows and nothing gets truly accomplished." I think the United States has too many rules and/or laws and the jargon is horrible. I also think there are too many bills that keep getting passed that are too long, go way off the point, and add things to it that aren't even related just the senate gets whatever they want.
I have been having weird things happen on facebook. . . first they kicked my blog account a few months ago, and I am not sure what I did. They just said I wasn't displaying my last name. . . I have and get too many problems when I post my real name. I have ex-boyfriends that still believe they have always "owned" me. . . I am my own person who belongs to no one, I am human being, not a piece of property.
Well, I was on my orginal account the one that my family knows and my father's church people knows, and my old classmate know about, and I got two random messages today from people I don't know and that doesn't seem to anyone I know either. The first person was someone who wanted me to protest about bull-fighting. I have been to a rodeo and I personally hav nothing against bull-fighting. I have seem more humans get hurt in those than the bulls.
Anyway the second person who messaged me was rude and the message just caught me completely off guard. They said:
Just read your book and my advice to you is, do not give up your day job, if you have one. It sucked, seriously. Spend your time doing something that will yield more immediate results, like hitting the treadmill.
I wrote them back and this is what I said:
Who are you? I don't have a book published yet, so you cannot criticized it.
I will admit if I lost a few extra pounds it wouldn't kill me, but I have a boyfriend who loves me for who I am.
I don't know who you are, but if you talked to everyone the way you talked to me, then I'm sure you are probably lonely.
Okay, that is what I wrote. . . I am just wondering who it is, because it said that none of my friends where friends with him. It just reminds me of all of the people who would harass me on the phone, at the library, and other public places after the damn case I was in. http://community.livejournal.com/50_posts/18483.html
After the case, I was getting death threats on the phone, online and even in random note form. I was getting people telling me that I was a fat bitch who deserved to die or rot in jail. (The thing was I didn't do the crime, I knew who did, and I knew that the people who were threating me were that guy's friends.) I am just wondering if that person that messaged me on FB wasn't someone who knew someone from that case or doesn't know other people in my old town or something. The damn thing just really shocked me. I have enough going on in my life I don't need rude, envious critics telling me off for a book I haven't even published yet.
Well, I need to just let it go and focus on healing my ankle/foot, painting and working on what makes me happy, my writing.