Valentine’s Day–I wanted to exchange my crockpot. What an incurable romantic, huh?So we went out to WalMart to trade the broken-lid one I just bought with an intact version in the bizarre snowing/not-snowing weather. We hit up KFC for our meal, inexpensive but still a treat. And we went home to eat and watch some shows and be together.
My daughter is a long ways away–and going through some stressful times. Nothing she can’t handle, and nothing that’s not pretty much normal for a kid who’s moved out of the house for the time. The kind of stuff every adult has to deal with at some point or another.
I’m talking to my husband at dinner.
“I know she’s going to be okay, but I hate to see her struggle. When she was at home, I could make things easier for her. I can’t do much for her now. I want to make it go away for her…”
I haven’t been happy with how my work’s gone lately. I’ve been trying to blog it out–figure out what the Hell I’m doing wrong, what isn’t working for me to fix it–and mostly find I end up sounding (and feeling) like a big whiny-ass, if you wanna know the truth. Continue reading Steak House Service at 2-for-1 Taco Night Price
Hyperbole annoys the living Hell out of me. Why do folks feel the need to drama-queen it up, anyway? When you yell “Fire” in absence of smoke, when you declare emergency without actual crisis, or in general overreact in ways that can be construed as nothing beyond performance, I get cranky. Seriously…’cause if you don’t think I’m going to notice, you’re dumber than you take me for.
You know, it pisses me off to no end when people who are losing a client, a hosting account, or whatever business in whatever form are not gracious. There are different ways to be ungracious, you know. Continue reading Get Out of the Way, Sore Losers!
Grabbed some pics from the video my daughter sent me of her first place. It made me happy to see what she’s doing and all, and to see a full fridge. Even if a good half of the contents is pop. Continue reading Kid’s First Apartment Pics
With my daughter having moved far off, a couple people have asked me if she’s looking for work. I’m sure they think I’m mental when I tell them I have no idea whatsoever, have not asked–and am not planning on asking.
It’s not because it would upset her, or be a touchy subject somehow. She’s straightforward, and doesn’t have issues with the idea I care about how she’s doing. She’s honest and direct when I question her. It’s really a lot simpler than that. Continue reading Why I don’t Meddle…
“You don’t have to retweet everything I post,” my husband says to me about pimping out his blog on Twitter. “I don’t want you to hurt your business.”
I know he wouldn’t take it personally if I choose not to promote his political blog–a topic inherently controversial and sometimes contentious—in venues where I have interaction with clients. It’s not like it’s not something I’d considered beforehand.
I assure him it’s my choice. I am proud of what he’s doing and I want to support him however I can. Even on the days I wonder whether it makes a difference in my business, the answer is still the same for me. Continue reading Feeling a Little Naked Online?