every year when i sign up for nanowrimo, i immediately experience writers block.
i am supposed to be doing something else, so of course i am here, although i really don't have time to chat much, i have some things to say, many of them are rants, and be warned, i've been saving them up.
this laptop keyboard is a pain in the ass. it is a very nice new dell laptop, but my fingers haven't memorized it yet, so i am constantly repairing typing.
i have been painting my living room for a MONTH! well, not me, really. my sister was out of work and i wanted to help her out with her rent without having to pay me back, so i told her i would pay her to paint my living room and office - coincidentally the exact amount she was short.
she agreed, and got started, then got a job - which makes me very happy.
BUT- she was going to paint on weekends, which was fine, but she comes up on saturday morning and wants to dick around at yard sales and having long breakfast and going to walmart, and by the time she is done doing nothing, it's 3pm and she is getting tired. she works until midnight and then wakes up cranky demanding i cook because she left it too long, and then it takes ANOTHER three hours to get her going, she paints a little bit, then leaves, only to repeat the process the following weekend.
i was just sure she would finish up over thanksgiving - she arrived on thursday at 4pm - starving - got up the next day and wanted hot breakfast before i'd had coffee, fucked around at walmart again, and didn't begin painting until late afternoon friday....
THEN she announced she was leaving on saturday instead of sunday!!!!
the office isn't even begun, and so i've decided to do it myself.
overlaying all of this painting is the fact that my oldest daughter moved all of my seven foot bookcases into the guest room last summer, and then she and my sister promptly stacked everything they didn't know what to do with in front of them and around them, and everywhere, in the closets and the garage and the rooms ... there are boxes and boxes of things that belong to the girls from their childhoods.
le doesn't have much here, but mandy has, i swear, every book and paper from 7th grade through graduate school, an alarming amount of germany and fsu memorabilia, and everywhere, dozens and dozens of books, bags and boxes of clothes she'll never wear, and all sorts of other crap i have been begging her for three years to cull for detritous.
i have become ruthless. i waited long enough, now i am culling it all myself, at least the things that are inside the house. i just want to get to the floor so i can shampoo the carpet and paint the baseboards and put MY stuff in the closets.
of my own crappola - i am more than ruthless - i've got rid of a truckload and am planning a major ebay on monday to ditch enough stuff to earn enough money for a new sofa and chairs, and that's the bottom line - biggest stuff goes first!
i've sat here long enough, got to get back to the piles of crap.
i am supposed to be doing something else, so of course i am here, although i really don't have time to chat much, i have some things to say, many of them are rants, and be warned, i've been saving them up.
this laptop keyboard is a pain in the ass. it is a very nice new dell laptop, but my fingers haven't memorized it yet, so i am constantly repairing typing.
i have been painting my living room for a MONTH! well, not me, really. my sister was out of work and i wanted to help her out with her rent without having to pay me back, so i told her i would pay her to paint my living room and office - coincidentally the exact amount she was short.
she agreed, and got started, then got a job - which makes me very happy.
BUT- she was going to paint on weekends, which was fine, but she comes up on saturday morning and wants to dick around at yard sales and having long breakfast and going to walmart, and by the time she is done doing nothing, it's 3pm and she is getting tired. she works until midnight and then wakes up cranky demanding i cook because she left it too long, and then it takes ANOTHER three hours to get her going, she paints a little bit, then leaves, only to repeat the process the following weekend.
i was just sure she would finish up over thanksgiving - she arrived on thursday at 4pm - starving - got up the next day and wanted hot breakfast before i'd had coffee, fucked around at walmart again, and didn't begin painting until late afternoon friday....
THEN she announced she was leaving on saturday instead of sunday!!!!
the office isn't even begun, and so i've decided to do it myself.
overlaying all of this painting is the fact that my oldest daughter moved all of my seven foot bookcases into the guest room last summer, and then she and my sister promptly stacked everything they didn't know what to do with in front of them and around them, and everywhere, in the closets and the garage and the rooms ... there are boxes and boxes of things that belong to the girls from their childhoods.
le doesn't have much here, but mandy has, i swear, every book and paper from 7th grade through graduate school, an alarming amount of germany and fsu memorabilia, and everywhere, dozens and dozens of books, bags and boxes of clothes she'll never wear, and all sorts of other crap i have been begging her for three years to cull for detritous.
i have become ruthless. i waited long enough, now i am culling it all myself, at least the things that are inside the house. i just want to get to the floor so i can shampoo the carpet and paint the baseboards and put MY stuff in the closets.
of my own crappola - i am more than ruthless - i've got rid of a truckload and am planning a major ebay on monday to ditch enough stuff to earn enough money for a new sofa and chairs, and that's the bottom line - biggest stuff goes first!
i've sat here long enough, got to get back to the piles of crap.