So I have self-published my second book, which is actually just a novella, this time. It went live yesterday. One of my mom’s friends bought it, finished it, and loved it. That’s great.
Except for the way my mom chose to tell me about it. “Kathryn called to say that judging from the way you write, I must have been a really great mom.”
grrrrrrrr :mad:
Yeah, it’s always been pretty much all about her. Not in an I-need-therapy kind of way, but definitely in an I-need-encouragement kind of way. Grrrrr.
She wasn’t being facetious or joking? I’ll call my dad on Father’s Day and tell him that he’s welcome for making the day have special meaning for him, and he’ll call me on my birthday (and sometimes nine months beforehand) to tell me that I’m welcome, but that’s all in good fun.
I hope it isn’t unacceptable self-promotion to say that the novella is free for download for a few days now (Amazon gives me five per quarter). If you wanna see how a person with a really great mom writes, gimme a PM and I’ll give you a link.
She *is *a character in it, just not the character her friend thinks she is.
The damn hamsters won’t show me the work place rants, so this is going in mini-rants.
My boss and our accountant don’t get along. (There have been screaming matches in the hallway.)
I have been directed to change the budgets in a couple of programs, which unfortunately involves both of them. So now I’m getting the always classic “You tell Joe that I authorized it and if he doesn’t like it he can come to me!” Then “Well you tell Bob that I need to have the forms updated before I can pay for anything!”
Listen children. I am not your proxy in this fight. Just sign the damn paperwork and let me get on with my life.
My very first “real” job featured this dialogue. It was exactly like the seventh grade when my two best friends had gotten into a fight. I thought my workplace was some sort of aberration and that things would be different when I moved on to another job. :smack:
There is a link going around on Facebook that is really annoying me. It features an obviously manufactured but no less disturbing picture of a woman’s breast full of some kind of fake parasite and a plea for you to click and watch. If you click, it tells you that you have to share it in order to see the video. Since there is no video, sharing it only spreads the stupid thing while probably giving you some sort of virus. So I’ve seen this picture many times now and it has burrowed into my brain. It creeps me out so hard I’ve had nightmares about it. I need some brain bleach or something. Yuck!
I saw that one, it’s a pretty old picture that’s been debunked and though annoying I can manage to not freak out when I see it.
However last time I saw it, someone had also shared another one where it looks like something (some ‘bug’ according to thr tagline) burrowed holes into someone’s fingertips. I know it’s fake, it looks kind of like the holes made by drilling holes in wood, but damn does that one give me the screaming heebie jeebies…
Why do people have to share such stupid shit? I’d take the glurgy upworthy ‘you won’t believe what happens when…’ over that any day.
Maggie freaked out on seeing me dress up and wheel out the luggage and is now hiding under my bed. Poor girl is going to be alone for 3 days.
The larger concern: On the left side of my navel is a growing protrusion. I’m figuring 95% likely it’s a hernia, 5% likely a tumor. In either case, that’s a 100% likely-hood of surgery. Started back in February, slowly. Two weeks ago I scheduled a doctor’s appointment for after my vacation in August to have it looked at. Since then it’s decided to grow and is becoming uncomfortable. So I’ll be rescheduling to see the doc next week. Then it looks likely I’ll be cancelling my August vacation and using the time and money (and more) for surgery instead.
Think I’ll be 'special cookie’ing my sorrows in Denver (rather than drinking) this weekend.
I don’t think I ever shared the end of my parental-freakout-over-mortgage drama.
Well, my sister had words with my mother, and I’m not sure what was said, but wwithin 24 hours Mommy Dearest changed her tune from “you should never have been given a mortgage, I’m not giving you the deposit money” to “Oooooh, don’t worry about money dear, we’ll help out, just you start trying for another baby, the clock is ticking!”.
I hate ladders. I hate muck. I have vegetation growing in the gutters and we’re supposed to have very nasty storms this weekend. I just sucked it up and cleaned them. Now I feel oogy, even after a shower. Yuck. Also discovered the gutter on the back of the house is not angled enough for water to drain to the downspouts. Homeownership sometimes sucks.
In the ongoing former friend saga… the husband half of the couple, mentioned here, is now only capable of communicating with my boyfriend via email. From six feet away. This is RIDICULOUS. I guess their boss (who is fully aware of the situation- they all work in an open-cube setting side by side) is going to have a general conversation with everyone soon. It won’t make a difference with the loss of the friendship, but maybe it’ll lead to verbal interaction.
In other news, I texted the wife half pretending not to know anything about anything (after all, she hasn’t defriended me), and asked her if I’d loaned her a book (I actually loaned her a stack of books, over a year ago). She said she’d check when she got home. Four days and counting waiting for a reply. I really liked those books, too.
My Mother-in-law finally left. That sounds very churlish, because she’s a very fun person and I like her a lot. My husband had planned to take time off to be with her, but he had to go to BFSomewhere so I’ve spent the last 10 days with her.
She’s in her early 80’s and always went to her room at 8, so I figured that there would be some downtime during the day when she napped. I was so wrong. She wore me the fuck out. She was up and dressed by 6 and had the entire day mapped out. We went shopping, we went on the historic river walk. We went shopping and dressed up in period gingham dresses and went on the historic guided tour. We shopped. At one point, I saw her eyeing the place that had trail rides but I was able to distract her with flowers and a horse drawn cart.
We went to museums. We toured libraries. We toured an oil refinery. We went to a roadside petting zoo. I think I remember petting cows at an organic dairy. Does anyone know how many malls there are in Houston? I think we walked each one, but I lost count after 7.
I liked her when we met. I actually liked her before we even talked because Bill talked so fondly about her. She’s a great person and I’m very lucky to have such a nice MIL. She loves dogs and cats and thinks that Steve and his kitten are just the cutest thang ever. She’s the person who molded my husband into the best man in the world for me. I call her just to talk.
But still…she seriously wore me the fuck out. Before she left, she told me next time I have time off, I should fly to Tennessee and spend a week with her. She’d love to show me around.
I need to join a gym or something. I need another vacation to recover from my vacation.
Here’s to a % of fatty accumulation (I don’t remember the technical name and yes they can be hard and hurt), and to outpatient surgery if it’s a hernia.
Poor girl is going to be alone for 3 days.
