NNNNNNNiiiiiiiccceeeee!!!!!
Ok that was a little much but I want to remember how I feel right about now, I spent another day sitting at the computer cranking out more freelance work for my first progress. around mid day I fired off the first half of the project. About an hour ago I got my first payment, thats right. Now I am a writer.
It wasn't much but it is enough to make me giddy about it. Yeah I am a 12 year old girl.
MyGirl had to get her weave did, otr whateer it is she calls it. So I got a built in break from writing when spike and I to GeneralLee(our dog) for a walk. Then we played a nice litle game of pirate and he dominated me. I didn't even have to let him win, he beat me 4-1, not good.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Not to much action today. I woke up a little late, around 10. After getting behind on my Freelance work before I eveng ot up I pretty much stuck my head in that sand all day long. I did come up long enough to put out a post on Yao's season ending injury, on my sports blog.
I made my weekly tuesday phonecall to my older son, Irish's, mother. Once again she didn't answer. She hasn;t answered since the week after his birthday in July. At this point it's alittle frustrating but you lose a lot of rights when you become a drug addict. I'm busy with payingwork so I don't have much time to get into all this tongiht but I will in time.
Pretty happy Jon Stewart is back after a week off to prep for the oscars, which he hosted on sunday.
I made my weekly tuesday phonecall to my older son, Irish's, mother. Once again she didn't answer. She hasn;t answered since the week after his birthday in July. At this point it's alittle frustrating but you lose a lot of rights when you become a drug addict. I'm busy with payingwork so I don't have much time to get into all this tongiht but I will in time.
Pretty happy Jon Stewart is back after a week off to prep for the oscars, which he hosted on sunday.
Monday, February 25, 2008
My First Freelancing Gig
After showering up and getting ready this morning, I got dropped at my Drug counselors office by MyGirl. Once again I forgot my phone which seems to be a trend lately, so I am walking around with 2 bucks worth of change rattling in my pocket so I call when I was done.
I was dreading going into his office and shooting the bull for an hour just to get a letter, especially on a day that was going to be as busy as today was. My worry turned out to be for nought since he had another appointment at the same time and just handed me my letter with no chit chat.
So with what felt like an hours head start I made my way to my PO's office a few blocks down the street. My issues with probation are two-fold; I hate waiting forever when it seems like it would be easier on everyone if you could schedule appointments and I am not good a pissing on command. While the waiting issue is simply an inconveniece, the piss testing is little higer priority.
On the very first time my PO tested me I couldn't bring myself to piss with another man standing next to me. My PO informed after the test that, not submitting a sample was the saem as a dirty test. She then let me know I got one free-be and I had just used it in our first meeting. Greeeeaaat. Since I figured I was done with coke it wasn't a concern to me, but I'd still like the cushion.
Now that I had come up dirty a few weeks ago.(I still don't know how) She was back on my case, we had stretched it out to the point I was only seeing her every 6 weeks now we are back on once a week and even worse than that. We are done with spit testing and back to me peeing on command like some kind of performing animal. Today being the first day back on that system I was once again very nervous, but all was well I went like a race horse.
After leaving my PO's office, I walked down to the payphone called MyGirl , who was on another shopping spree. She said "as soon as I finish in this store I'll come get you." While I had settled in for a good hour or two wait, she actually arrived in about 30 minutes. We went and did a little lame ass shopping and then had some lunch.
After we wrapped up lunch at Pat & Oscars MyGirl dropped me at home so I could get started on my new Project. That's right people I got my first job as a freelance write. It is actually going pretty good I have 3 days to shoot off half of it and then the rest is due by friday. It's a little tough because I am researching everything for the topic, and it is farly obscure. I'd infact say I have spent 80% of my time researching and 20% writing though that should get to about 65/35 in the next few days.
The most pleasent surprise in all this has been MyGirl's support. I fully expected a backlash in the area of "Writings not a real job" I was completely wrong, she basically set a very reasonable minimum and said, "If you can make that much a week, I'll consider it a job and you can just work on your writing" So I am definitely focused on making this work. So much so in fact that I want to apologize upfront, the quality might not be the best around here this week, I am just squeezing these in at the end of the night. I've considered just passing on it, but this is more about me getting my thoughts down permananetly that it really is about you all reading it.
I was dreading going into his office and shooting the bull for an hour just to get a letter, especially on a day that was going to be as busy as today was. My worry turned out to be for nought since he had another appointment at the same time and just handed me my letter with no chit chat.
So with what felt like an hours head start I made my way to my PO's office a few blocks down the street. My issues with probation are two-fold; I hate waiting forever when it seems like it would be easier on everyone if you could schedule appointments and I am not good a pissing on command. While the waiting issue is simply an inconveniece, the piss testing is little higer priority.
On the very first time my PO tested me I couldn't bring myself to piss with another man standing next to me. My PO informed after the test that, not submitting a sample was the saem as a dirty test. She then let me know I got one free-be and I had just used it in our first meeting. Greeeeaaat. Since I figured I was done with coke it wasn't a concern to me, but I'd still like the cushion.
Now that I had come up dirty a few weeks ago.(I still don't know how) She was back on my case, we had stretched it out to the point I was only seeing her every 6 weeks now we are back on once a week and even worse than that. We are done with spit testing and back to me peeing on command like some kind of performing animal. Today being the first day back on that system I was once again very nervous, but all was well I went like a race horse.
After leaving my PO's office, I walked down to the payphone called MyGirl , who was on another shopping spree. She said "as soon as I finish in this store I'll come get you." While I had settled in for a good hour or two wait, she actually arrived in about 30 minutes. We went and did a little lame ass shopping and then had some lunch.
After we wrapped up lunch at Pat & Oscars MyGirl dropped me at home so I could get started on my new Project. That's right people I got my first job as a freelance write. It is actually going pretty good I have 3 days to shoot off half of it and then the rest is due by friday. It's a little tough because I am researching everything for the topic, and it is farly obscure. I'd infact say I have spent 80% of my time researching and 20% writing though that should get to about 65/35 in the next few days.
The most pleasent surprise in all this has been MyGirl's support. I fully expected a backlash in the area of "Writings not a real job" I was completely wrong, she basically set a very reasonable minimum and said, "If you can make that much a week, I'll consider it a job and you can just work on your writing" So I am definitely focused on making this work. So much so in fact that I want to apologize upfront, the quality might not be the best around here this week, I am just squeezing these in at the end of the night. I've considered just passing on it, but this is more about me getting my thoughts down permananetly that it really is about you all reading it.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Waiting...Waiting...Waiting
Spike woke me up this morning to as me if I wanted to go to the movies or brunch. Easy, I'll take brunch. As I rolled out of his bed--we really need to work on him sleeping in his bed so I can have my spot in my bed back--I called down stairs to MyGirl to clarify this out of the blue offer. It got even better, it was do you want Brunch and a movie, UPGRADE.
After I got ready and headed downstairs to check my mail and what not on the computer, MyGirl pulled one of my least favorite moves and called me upstairs to help with Spike. I have no issue with getting Spike ready but she had all kinds of time to handle that while I was gettin ready and she didn't, knowing full well that you were going to take over an hour getting ready and not only would I spend that time waiting. I would have to get Spike ready. I get Spike ready most days that MyGirl has work so I would love it if she did it when she doesn't have to rush off to work but not today.
So after waiting a full half an hour after taking time to get Spike ready MyGirl came downstairs in whirl talking about how we had to go as though Spike and I were the ones holding up this process.
Things really picked up when we got to brunch. I am an eater, and the brunch at Marie Callendars was ridiculous. It was a good thing we had a movie to get to because I would have sat there until I burst.
We chose Spiderwick chronichles with the thought that Spike would probably like it. We scored a hit on that one, but even better both MyGirl and I really enjoyed it.
I did notice though that I am begining to experience a familiar phenomenon now that I am writing for work. When I was a restaurant manager I had the hardest time sitting in a restaurant and just enjoying the meal. Instead of being a social member of my group, I was waltching the different cogs in the restaurant machine working, or in some cases grinding against each other. Prior to that I worked for a manufacturing company, once you are in a position to figure the cost of producing things, the price you pay for things really bothers you.
As I watched the movie I saw the different elements of the plot happening not as part of a movie but as a technique in the art of story telling. To some extent I was pleased by the fact I recognized things, if it were to get more extensive though it would take out some of the joy og watching movies.
After the movies, MyGirl and Spike went to her parents house after dropping me at home. I spent my afternoon working on differnt writing projects while watching the NASCAR race. Stupid race got rained out and then the restart wasn't on TV so I was stuck with the Oscars. I wouldn't have even bothered but it was worth it for me to watch the intermittent Jon Stewart hosting moments.
I got an offer for some freelance writing which I am excited about. It is pretty lowball on the price but I am going to do it to establish a portfolio. It seems like I will be able to write enough to make that a foundation for income while I build my blog to the level that that two combined become a reasonable income.
Tomorrow is gonna be a busy little day, meeting with my drug counselor and then over to my PO's office to check in and show her my completion of my initial drug care and my letter shwing I enrolled in after care.
After I got ready and headed downstairs to check my mail and what not on the computer, MyGirl pulled one of my least favorite moves and called me upstairs to help with Spike. I have no issue with getting Spike ready but she had all kinds of time to handle that while I was gettin ready and she didn't, knowing full well that you were going to take over an hour getting ready and not only would I spend that time waiting. I would have to get Spike ready. I get Spike ready most days that MyGirl has work so I would love it if she did it when she doesn't have to rush off to work but not today.
So after waiting a full half an hour after taking time to get Spike ready MyGirl came downstairs in whirl talking about how we had to go as though Spike and I were the ones holding up this process.
Things really picked up when we got to brunch. I am an eater, and the brunch at Marie Callendars was ridiculous. It was a good thing we had a movie to get to because I would have sat there until I burst.
We chose Spiderwick chronichles with the thought that Spike would probably like it. We scored a hit on that one, but even better both MyGirl and I really enjoyed it.
I did notice though that I am begining to experience a familiar phenomenon now that I am writing for work. When I was a restaurant manager I had the hardest time sitting in a restaurant and just enjoying the meal. Instead of being a social member of my group, I was waltching the different cogs in the restaurant machine working, or in some cases grinding against each other. Prior to that I worked for a manufacturing company, once you are in a position to figure the cost of producing things, the price you pay for things really bothers you.
As I watched the movie I saw the different elements of the plot happening not as part of a movie but as a technique in the art of story telling. To some extent I was pleased by the fact I recognized things, if it were to get more extensive though it would take out some of the joy og watching movies.
After the movies, MyGirl and Spike went to her parents house after dropping me at home. I spent my afternoon working on differnt writing projects while watching the NASCAR race. Stupid race got rained out and then the restart wasn't on TV so I was stuck with the Oscars. I wouldn't have even bothered but it was worth it for me to watch the intermittent Jon Stewart hosting moments.
I got an offer for some freelance writing which I am excited about. It is pretty lowball on the price but I am going to do it to establish a portfolio. It seems like I will be able to write enough to make that a foundation for income while I build my blog to the level that that two combined become a reasonable income.
Tomorrow is gonna be a busy little day, meeting with my drug counselor and then over to my PO's office to check in and show her my completion of my initial drug care and my letter shwing I enrolled in after care.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Blast From The Past
Note:This blog is about me, since I can't tell it without involving others. Their names have been changed to little nicknames. Their names are tagged so you can reveiw their backstories. If you need more info fire off an email, as long as it wont ID them I'll tell you
I spent most of the day at home, the whole day in fact. Initially I was watching Spike tonight while MyGirl went out with her friends for her birthday. Plans would change, more than I could've wanted.
Pretty nice little morning I woke up to Spike and MyGirl heading out the door. Peace, quiet, and an empty house makes productive time for me. While developing freelancing leads and working on more ways to support myself online, I started thinking about Spike.
Anticipating my time with Spike, I called LoneRanger, letting him know I wouldn't be joining him for drinks tonight. His disappointment at losing his designated driver was clear. No matter to me, with Spike on my mind, I called MyGirl to tell Spike I loved him. I don't know that I've done that before called him directly but his happiness warmed my heart.
Tiring, as the afternoon passed I decided a nap was in order. Startled awake, by MyGirl barrelling through the house to get ready for her dinner with her friends. I made my way up stairs to find out; was this just MyGirls normal tardiness, or was there a reason she was flying around my house.
With serious pleasure, I found out she would not be going to Fullerton, my old neighborhood, for dinner. Plans had changed they were now earlier and she would be heading out to Long Beach instead. As she mentioned their new plans involved a restaurant named Spaghettini, a small tinge of familiarity hit me. Easily swept away by my joy at her no longer going to Fullerton, I moved on from the familiarity.
When I originally heard of her plans to go to The Twisted Vine with her friends for dinner, my anxiety rose. At worst, the neighborhood I spent my time in while we were seperated is ripe with opportunity for run-ins with my bad friends and old hook-ups. At best she will be reminded of me cheating and leaving her for a year and a half.
As I sat, working away on writing projects, my cell lit up with MyGirl's number on-screen. Immediately apprehension set in. A call while she was with her friends was out of the norm. Apprehension became dread when I heard the words "I think the girl serving us is on your MySpace friends" The minute MyGirl used the word MySpace, I knew I was in trouble--During the time we were seperated MyGirl used, what she still calls Spyspace, to track me and my friends.
As she described, Pocahontas, her waitress that she couldn't name and even described her friends, I fiegned ignorance. Hanging up the phone with her I immidiately called ShyTown, who lived with me in Fullerton, and dated Slamber for the few dates I had with Pocahontas. (I should clarify here date is a strong word, we hung out a few times)
Laughing we discussed the fact that only I would have such luck; MyGirl goes out one of her two times a year, travels 45 minutes to a random restaurant, ends up sitting in the section Pocahontas, who I cheated on CrownTown with.
While Me and ShyTown talked this out we figured something out. Since I was cheating on MyGirl when I met CrownTown, MyGirl might actually pleased about Pocahontas since that meant I had cheated on CrownTown as well. As soon as MyGirl got home I came clean about Pocahontas, and shockingly everything was fine. I expected a blowup , but nothing. Since that went so well I also let her no I had hooked-up with CrownTowns friend Barbie, again no big explosion. Man this honesty thing is starting to really work out.
I spent most of the day at home, the whole day in fact. Initially I was watching Spike tonight while MyGirl went out with her friends for her birthday. Plans would change, more than I could've wanted.
Pretty nice little morning I woke up to Spike and MyGirl heading out the door. Peace, quiet, and an empty house makes productive time for me. While developing freelancing leads and working on more ways to support myself online, I started thinking about Spike.
Anticipating my time with Spike, I called LoneRanger, letting him know I wouldn't be joining him for drinks tonight. His disappointment at losing his designated driver was clear. No matter to me, with Spike on my mind, I called MyGirl to tell Spike I loved him. I don't know that I've done that before called him directly but his happiness warmed my heart.
Tiring, as the afternoon passed I decided a nap was in order. Startled awake, by MyGirl barrelling through the house to get ready for her dinner with her friends. I made my way up stairs to find out; was this just MyGirls normal tardiness, or was there a reason she was flying around my house.
With serious pleasure, I found out she would not be going to Fullerton, my old neighborhood, for dinner. Plans had changed they were now earlier and she would be heading out to Long Beach instead. As she mentioned their new plans involved a restaurant named Spaghettini, a small tinge of familiarity hit me. Easily swept away by my joy at her no longer going to Fullerton, I moved on from the familiarity.
When I originally heard of her plans to go to The Twisted Vine with her friends for dinner, my anxiety rose. At worst, the neighborhood I spent my time in while we were seperated is ripe with opportunity for run-ins with my bad friends and old hook-ups. At best she will be reminded of me cheating and leaving her for a year and a half.
As I sat, working away on writing projects, my cell lit up with MyGirl's number on-screen. Immediately apprehension set in. A call while she was with her friends was out of the norm. Apprehension became dread when I heard the words "I think the girl serving us is on your MySpace friends" The minute MyGirl used the word MySpace, I knew I was in trouble--During the time we were seperated MyGirl used, what she still calls Spyspace, to track me and my friends.
As she described, Pocahontas, her waitress that she couldn't name and even described her friends, I fiegned ignorance. Hanging up the phone with her I immidiately called ShyTown, who lived with me in Fullerton, and dated Slamber for the few dates I had with Pocahontas. (I should clarify here date is a strong word, we hung out a few times)
Laughing we discussed the fact that only I would have such luck; MyGirl goes out one of her two times a year, travels 45 minutes to a random restaurant, ends up sitting in the section Pocahontas, who I cheated on CrownTown with.
While Me and ShyTown talked this out we figured something out. Since I was cheating on MyGirl when I met CrownTown, MyGirl might actually pleased about Pocahontas since that meant I had cheated on CrownTown as well. As soon as MyGirl got home I came clean about Pocahontas, and shockingly everything was fine. I expected a blowup , but nothing. Since that went so well I also let her no I had hooked-up with CrownTowns friend Barbie, again no big explosion. Man this honesty thing is starting to really work out.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Home Depot, Bed Bath and Beyond... I Don't Know If We'll Have Enough Time
Like I mentioned yesterday my girl had today off to start her 4-day weekend. Normally this wouldn't really effect me since I would stay home while she... whatever it is she does. Today she decided to go for the double whammy; waking me up abruptly, to ask me if I wanted to go with her.
CHEEEEAAAPP. I am calling foul. I hate being woken up-I am not a morning person on my own terms, I certainly don't need you rushing the process. Then in my obviously weakend state she gets me to agree to some all day tour of things that make me want to gouge my own eyes out.
After getting Spike ready, checking some work on the computer, and managing to piece myself together. We were on our way to drop the boy at school. My girl can't talk with the radio on. Listening intently to Colin Cowherd loses a lot of punch when I miss 30 second chunks every 2 minutes. I don't mind though, I couldn't have gotten through my day without knowing what each one of her employees had to say about the... (I'd love to tell you what happened there but I just couldn't keep listening)
With some breakfast inside of us, we went shopping for the finishing touches on our nearly repainted kitchen. After settling on the 10th valance(look it up) that I held up- which looked exactly the same as the rest -we moved on to pictures. 3 hours worth of pictures later, I plead for a release from shopping hell.
In an effort to appease me, we headed to the theater. My movie being pretty open, having only walked out of one movie in my life I let my girl call the movie. We ended up seeing Jumper, A movie I had some previous interest in. Ten minutes into the movie I tried to focus my way into the next theater over where "There will be blood" showing. Jumper ended up picking up, though not nearly as much as it should have for the premise.
After the movie we headed out to gather up Spike from his school. Another good day for him makes two straight weeks with good marks. Proud as I am, I am equally surprised. He has not been all that well behaved at home so the fact he is maintaing at school makes me happy.
Before heading over to her parents, my girl dropped me at the house so I could get some writing done. Loving my girl and Spike doesn't change the fact that I really enjoy my time at home, alone, writing.
CHEEEEAAAPP. I am calling foul. I hate being woken up-I am not a morning person on my own terms, I certainly don't need you rushing the process. Then in my obviously weakend state she gets me to agree to some all day tour of things that make me want to gouge my own eyes out.
After getting Spike ready, checking some work on the computer, and managing to piece myself together. We were on our way to drop the boy at school. My girl can't talk with the radio on. Listening intently to Colin Cowherd loses a lot of punch when I miss 30 second chunks every 2 minutes. I don't mind though, I couldn't have gotten through my day without knowing what each one of her employees had to say about the... (I'd love to tell you what happened there but I just couldn't keep listening)
With some breakfast inside of us, we went shopping for the finishing touches on our nearly repainted kitchen. After settling on the 10th valance(look it up) that I held up- which looked exactly the same as the rest -we moved on to pictures. 3 hours worth of pictures later, I plead for a release from shopping hell.
In an effort to appease me, we headed to the theater. My movie being pretty open, having only walked out of one movie in my life I let my girl call the movie. We ended up seeing Jumper, A movie I had some previous interest in. Ten minutes into the movie I tried to focus my way into the next theater over where "There will be blood" showing. Jumper ended up picking up, though not nearly as much as it should have for the premise.
After the movie we headed out to gather up Spike from his school. Another good day for him makes two straight weeks with good marks. Proud as I am, I am equally surprised. He has not been all that well behaved at home so the fact he is maintaing at school makes me happy.
Before heading over to her parents, my girl dropped me at the house so I could get some writing done. Loving my girl and Spike doesn't change the fact that I really enjoy my time at home, alone, writing.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
I got to do one of the things I really enjoy this morning. I took Spike, my son, to school, after dropping his mom at work. The taking him into school isn't really the part I enjoy. It is in fact hit or miss; he may go in in charging towards his friends, orhe may cling to me crying that he doesn't want to go to school. The part I really enjoy is the time in the car, after we have dropped his mom off, and it is just him and me.
I worry sometimes about the fact he already doesn't want to go to school. He isn't even in school yet, just preschool. He already wants to stay home, hang out with us, and skip school. I can't bear to tell him he has 17 years left, possibly more.
I indulged in my personal weakness, Del Taco on the way home. Not the end of the world, until I skipped working out, and then hit Del Taco on the way to pick Spike up in the afternoon. I currently weigh 265, having gotten down from 280 to 250, now I've given half of that back. I know tis weekend is going to be rough with my girl home all weekend so I am letting that go and I will get back on track on Monday.
Did a bit of work on my new blogs once I got home. The income generating sites are nice, but the one that I use to fuel my writing is coming along the best. That will be likely to generate the most income, from paying writing gigs. That is down the road for now I am just pleasure writing to build a portfolio of my work.
It's interesting-to me at least- that I am now trying to generate an income through writing.I have always considered it my weakest subject. As I think about it though, that is what I enjoy. With most other topics I immediately get bored with the ease of things. With writing I constantly feel improvement is needed.
While I was on the computer most of the night, I took time out to watch Lost. I had already seen a post on twitter about Aaron being Kate's kid. My initial thought is that just because his name is Aaron it doesn't mean it's the same kid from the island. For a million different reasons she could have named her son after Claire's son, or she could have just liked the name, if not the namesake.
My girl has a 4-day weekend starting tomorrow so I preposted a bunch of stuff for my different blogs. I am excited to spend a little time with her, a rare opportunity for us. Work schedules, sleep habits, and a 4-year old will do thatto a relationship.
I worry sometimes about the fact he already doesn't want to go to school. He isn't even in school yet, just preschool. He already wants to stay home, hang out with us, and skip school. I can't bear to tell him he has 17 years left, possibly more.
I indulged in my personal weakness, Del Taco on the way home. Not the end of the world, until I skipped working out, and then hit Del Taco on the way to pick Spike up in the afternoon. I currently weigh 265, having gotten down from 280 to 250, now I've given half of that back. I know tis weekend is going to be rough with my girl home all weekend so I am letting that go and I will get back on track on Monday.
Did a bit of work on my new blogs once I got home. The income generating sites are nice, but the one that I use to fuel my writing is coming along the best. That will be likely to generate the most income, from paying writing gigs. That is down the road for now I am just pleasure writing to build a portfolio of my work.
It's interesting-to me at least- that I am now trying to generate an income through writing.I have always considered it my weakest subject. As I think about it though, that is what I enjoy. With most other topics I immediately get bored with the ease of things. With writing I constantly feel improvement is needed.
My girl has a 4-day weekend starting tomorrow so I preposted a bunch of stuff for my different blogs. I am excited to spend a little time with her, a rare opportunity for us. Work schedules, sleep habits, and a 4-year old will do thatto a relationship.
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