huh?
it's like a blur.
everything in my head is so just runningtogether. so disorganized. and i should have done something about that a long time ago. i'm horroble at organizing. and now i'm surffering for it. two home-based businesses. and i wish i had the money to show for it. i do get my first payment from partylite tomorrow, so that's exciting. thursday i get to substitute for the 9th grade english teacher at my old high school. she didn't teach me--i don't even know her. anyway, that will be fun, hopefully, and an easy paycheck.
this weekend i get to cover two events and write an article on each for the Island Living News. One is on an event at the Tybee Marine Science Center--an educational thing on whales, which I'm hoping will be really cool; the other is at my church--we are getting a new pastor, and he's coming to meet us and preach for us for the first time, and there is a dinner Friday night and a get-together Saturday night. Then he preaches Sunday, and then there's a Q/A time, and then the congregation will vote on whether or not to call him. We've all had his information for a couple weeks and have been able to download sermons from his current church's website. so that will be exciting.
i want to do nanowrimo, and keep intending to start writing, but i have a block. it's not that i don't know what to write about; i've had this idea for a book for over a year now. i'm just afraid of putting it down. it feels like it needs to cook longer before i take it out of the oven and start cutting it up. and i don't want to ruin it.
or am i afraid it will turn out crappy? i suppose the flipside would be that it might burn if left in the oven too long?
i've been working on copywriting projects, and i sent rough drafts to my client like she asked. i even called her and left her a message asking her to reply to my email or call me and tell me whether to go with my idea or change it... and, two days later, i have yet to hear from her. This is now my livelihood. i depend on this. i can't waste my time like this. this is bullshit. are all clients like this?
i was supposed to go to SC last night for a team meating. I emailed my leader last night to tell her why i didn't show. it's actually more entertaining the way i wrote it last night, so i think i'll just paste that here....
So things were going fine... i was getting ready to leave... decided it might be nice if i took a shower... got done with that, and a few minutes later went back into the bathroom, and there was a drip drippy drip sound, so i pulled back the curtain, and a little stream was still flowing. Couldn't turn the knob anymore. Turned it on, turned it off (this is the greatness of my plumbing skills), still have a stream. I took the knob off and messed with it some, and that didn't do a bit of good. So I did the only thing I knew: I called Daddy. At this point It was about 4:00, and I had hoped to leave by 4 at the latest, and I still had to dress and slap a little makeup on my face and do something with my wild hair. I did not factor Plumbing Issues into my schedule for today. What was I thinking??
So anyway... called Daddy to ask for some plumbing instruction. Of course I can't explain any of this any better than "it's not doing right. there's this thing, and you have to turn it with the pliers, and the water keeps dripping, and if i turn it this way this happens, and there's this other thing, with things on it...." And I knew that by the time I got back from SC, gallons of water would have been wasted... and my bill would show it in a few weeks, not to mention the fact that I might not be able to fix it any better later tonight than I could right then. So Daddy said he'd come out and work on it and to leave a key in the shed and go on to SC.
Then i called my brother, who lives a lot closer to me than my parents, and I thought he might could come out here instead. He's great at fixing stuff and always willing to help when I need it--he's the best brother ever. Anyway, trying to explain all this to him took even more time, and I'm still in my bum-around-the-house clothes with no makeup and wild hair. And he can't even come because he has a business meeting.
So I proceed with getting ready, telling myself I can make up those lost minutes on I-95, when the phone rings. And it's a PL lead I'd contacted earlier, and she was telling me about this thing they're doing in Bluffton that sounds like trade show for a bunch of direct sales companies, and would i be interested in doing that next thursday. And I told her I'm about to walk out the door and am running late for a PL meeting and i would find out what the rules are about that sort of thing and yadda yadda gotta go now, and she's like oh that's nice, just let me explain this to you about FIVE TIMES FIRST. So, got done with that finally, dress, fix hair, decide makeup can be applied at red lights, pick up my stuff, and head out the door... at 4:35. Mapquest says the journey will take approximately two hours and thirty-two minutes. And I still have to go to the bank so that i can have money to get the gas i need to make it to Egypt--er, summerville. And if I time it just right, I can hit Bay Street at the same time as everybody else who is getting off work and going to Hilton Head.
So... I decided to stay here. And I'm glad, because Daddy just had to call the plumber... apparently, it's beyond his plumbing ability too.
I hated missing the meeting. but i'm glad my tub is fixed.
i spent too much money at the health food store tonight. but i got some great stuff for my face that's cheaper than Origins and actually more natural. so we'll see how that goes. i might have hives in the moring or something....
going to bed early tonight for a change. it's only 12:30.
everything in my head is so just runningtogether. so disorganized. and i should have done something about that a long time ago. i'm horroble at organizing. and now i'm surffering for it. two home-based businesses. and i wish i had the money to show for it. i do get my first payment from partylite tomorrow, so that's exciting. thursday i get to substitute for the 9th grade english teacher at my old high school. she didn't teach me--i don't even know her. anyway, that will be fun, hopefully, and an easy paycheck.
this weekend i get to cover two events and write an article on each for the Island Living News. One is on an event at the Tybee Marine Science Center--an educational thing on whales, which I'm hoping will be really cool; the other is at my church--we are getting a new pastor, and he's coming to meet us and preach for us for the first time, and there is a dinner Friday night and a get-together Saturday night. Then he preaches Sunday, and then there's a Q/A time, and then the congregation will vote on whether or not to call him. We've all had his information for a couple weeks and have been able to download sermons from his current church's website. so that will be exciting.
i want to do nanowrimo, and keep intending to start writing, but i have a block. it's not that i don't know what to write about; i've had this idea for a book for over a year now. i'm just afraid of putting it down. it feels like it needs to cook longer before i take it out of the oven and start cutting it up. and i don't want to ruin it.
or am i afraid it will turn out crappy? i suppose the flipside would be that it might burn if left in the oven too long?
i've been working on copywriting projects, and i sent rough drafts to my client like she asked. i even called her and left her a message asking her to reply to my email or call me and tell me whether to go with my idea or change it... and, two days later, i have yet to hear from her. This is now my livelihood. i depend on this. i can't waste my time like this. this is bullshit. are all clients like this?
i was supposed to go to SC last night for a team meating. I emailed my leader last night to tell her why i didn't show. it's actually more entertaining the way i wrote it last night, so i think i'll just paste that here....
So things were going fine... i was getting ready to leave... decided it might be nice if i took a shower... got done with that, and a few minutes later went back into the bathroom, and there was a drip drippy drip sound, so i pulled back the curtain, and a little stream was still flowing. Couldn't turn the knob anymore. Turned it on, turned it off (this is the greatness of my plumbing skills), still have a stream. I took the knob off and messed with it some, and that didn't do a bit of good. So I did the only thing I knew: I called Daddy. At this point It was about 4:00, and I had hoped to leave by 4 at the latest, and I still had to dress and slap a little makeup on my face and do something with my wild hair. I did not factor Plumbing Issues into my schedule for today. What was I thinking??
So anyway... called Daddy to ask for some plumbing instruction. Of course I can't explain any of this any better than "it's not doing right. there's this thing, and you have to turn it with the pliers, and the water keeps dripping, and if i turn it this way this happens, and there's this other thing, with things on it...." And I knew that by the time I got back from SC, gallons of water would have been wasted... and my bill would show it in a few weeks, not to mention the fact that I might not be able to fix it any better later tonight than I could right then. So Daddy said he'd come out and work on it and to leave a key in the shed and go on to SC.
Then i called my brother, who lives a lot closer to me than my parents, and I thought he might could come out here instead. He's great at fixing stuff and always willing to help when I need it--he's the best brother ever. Anyway, trying to explain all this to him took even more time, and I'm still in my bum-around-the-house clothes with no makeup and wild hair. And he can't even come because he has a business meeting.
So I proceed with getting ready, telling myself I can make up those lost minutes on I-95, when the phone rings. And it's a PL lead I'd contacted earlier, and she was telling me about this thing they're doing in Bluffton that sounds like trade show for a bunch of direct sales companies, and would i be interested in doing that next thursday. And I told her I'm about to walk out the door and am running late for a PL meeting and i would find out what the rules are about that sort of thing and yadda yadda gotta go now, and she's like oh that's nice, just let me explain this to you about FIVE TIMES FIRST. So, got done with that finally, dress, fix hair, decide makeup can be applied at red lights, pick up my stuff, and head out the door... at 4:35. Mapquest says the journey will take approximately two hours and thirty-two minutes. And I still have to go to the bank so that i can have money to get the gas i need to make it to Egypt--er, summerville. And if I time it just right, I can hit Bay Street at the same time as everybody else who is getting off work and going to Hilton Head.
So... I decided to stay here. And I'm glad, because Daddy just had to call the plumber... apparently, it's beyond his plumbing ability too.
I hated missing the meeting. but i'm glad my tub is fixed.
i spent too much money at the health food store tonight. but i got some great stuff for my face that's cheaper than Origins and actually more natural. so we'll see how that goes. i might have hives in the moring or something....
going to bed early tonight for a change. it's only 12:30.