Writing Successes: Writing Chat.

Music Playing: Rosie 105. Think “teen angst”

Okay, so it’s been a long, long day. I’ve been hostile through most of it, but at least I knew I was hostile. Let’s see if I can start at the beginning. I’m also going to rant and rave, so back off if you don’t want to read long diatribes about me. I also should mention Blogger is down, so I’m doing this in WORD and will have to post it tomorrow.

Up until 3am watching Angel Season One. Wonderful time to be had by all. Loved most everything so far. We’re just past half-way, I think. So I go jauntily off to bed, full of Angel thoughts, and I think I did have a dream here and there about him.

Hard to tell when you’re up every hour. I have no idea what was going on. I mean, it’s not like I wasn’t tired. But I couldn’t SLEEP. I rolled and shifted and thought deep thoughts and went to the bathroom about a hundred times. I’d catch an hour snooze and wake up. It was so stupid. But I have a feeling this is where all the “hostile” came from.

Around 9am, I decide to forget it and just get up this time. Have chat at 10am anyhow, right? Right. So, I’m the only one awake, and debate about making coffee. My house is a pretty flat run through, and Kou was on the couch. Every noise from the kitchen would be instantly heard. But I bite my tongue and make some anyhow, real quiet like.

At 9:30, my husband wakes up. He never gets up this early on a Sunday. But there he is. Grumpy, too, lucky me. I probably kept him up all night. Who knows. So, he gets up, and he’s instantly bored. He gets HIMSELF a cup of coffee (never mind that my cup is right in front of the pot there…) and comes back here (Kou’s on the couch in front of the TV after all) and starts playing this car game we have, at his usual full volume.

I’m thinking to myself, that’s kind of loud, but I can deal. It’s not like he turned on the TV back here. Besides, he’s done that before, played that game at loud volumes, so it’s nothing unusual. Hah @ me. He turned it off about 10:05.

So, now its writing class and I’m being subjected to the life and times of the special endangered tortoise species behind me at this insane volume. (In his defense, my DH is deaf, so you never know if he’s got it too loud on purpose or not.) Needless to say, my second and third prompts sucked. I did manage to do a passable first, but man…

Writing class finishes and (of course) he shuts the TV off just about then. I haven’t had breakfast, did manage ONE cup of coffee, and am now bombed by Amazons on AIM. This is not really a BAD thing, unless one is having a hostile morning already. Then it’s just awful.

I ignore the hostility and continue on updating my voting links. This is important this week, because I’m in a special Member of the Month contest, and I seriously think I’m the only one voting for me. Anyhow, so I am busily updating those links and bombed by tales from the Amazon side of life. No worries, right? Wrong.

One of the gals has decided to make a card for another of the gals. “Well and good,” and “kudos for the idea” and “go, baby go!” It took her about…oh, under a half-hour…to ask ME to do it. Not help or advise. To do it. You know, cause I’m not doing anything just then.

I had someone else ask me to visit a site at like that exact second.

And seconds after that came the "blow of the day". Someone asked me to remove an insane number of graphics I’d spent an insane number of hours putting up. I’m sure she knows who she is. I mean, well and dandy that you don’t like the graphic. However, I feel compelled to point out that there was more than ample opportunity to speak up about that BEFORE I put them up. There were DAYS worth of time to say something, in fact. I spent 8 hours putting that up. And I just now spent four taking it off, too.

I don’t care that you don’t like it. I’m annoyed that you didn’t value my time enough to tell me before I began. I’m a pretty good professional. I enjoy pleasing the client. You don’t like it, no problem, I‘ll change it. I can take a critique, a harsh word, and even a “boo hiss”. I’ve done it with things a lot more personal than site graphics. To wait until the deal is done was just bad form in my book. And even though I know I'll still work hard to "do it better", I would have appreciated knowing it was BAD before I wasted my time. And you can be assured that I'll need a lot more approval before I put the next one up. If I even decide to create something "better". Cause that tweaked my cheese. As you can tell.

Just after this announcement, my son went ballistic here at home. So I took care of some of that. Somewhere along the way, the computer got disconnected. I think that was for the best. Everyone would have felt some wrath.

Kou woke up somewhere in there and took over my computer. For the rest of the DAY. I mean, from noon or so until 8pm. I understand. I do that all the time. Of course, I’m at my house when I do, generally. And she was the person LEAST annoying me.

Because in the living room, the DH has control of the remote. This is horrible for me. I can’t stand it. He watches anything! He flips the channels all the time! There’s no rest. You can’t get into a program because the next commercial, it’s gonna be gone. This isn’t a huge loss when its, say, the Subway Grand Prix (woo, excitement! Cars driving in a circle!) or the “McNeil-Lehrer Report.” But when it’s Andromeda, forget it, it’s the most annoying thing ever. Home improvement and gardening shows are the big orders of the day, of course, followed by … whatever is on PBS.

I slept a lot on the couch. Good thing I was tired. I wandered. I cooked lunch. I wandered. I stared at the TV and passed out. I wandered. I stared at what Kou was doing over here. I wandered. I made dinner.

Eventually I get to the computer. Of course, now I have to execute the command from before, of taking the graphic off. I’ll do it tonight, I thought, because tomorrow I need to work on a calendar, an article, and watch more Angel, and sign my taxes. Besides, I can rant in the blog.
Only the blog was down for maintenance, and when it came up, didn’t understand my template or something. Freaky weird stuff, but hey. I’ve other things to do.

Well, somewhere during that, my dog wanted in with the sleeping DH. This is a nightly routine, nothing new. I apparently didn’t get the door shut and the radio was up too loud. Remember, this is the deaf guy from this morning? He slams the door.

He was right here the whole day. I mentioned several upon several times that I was hostile. I explained several of the above events, to illustrate my frustration. I could have used 8x10 glossy’s with arrows and diagrams on the back and it apparently wouldn’t have helped. I don’t think passive-aggressive door slamming improved my mood. I mean, cause it’s so troublesome to say, “Dear, the radio is up too loud.” Or even just SHUT the door instead of SLAM it. Or “You were a little careless there, the door is open.”

Was it just me?

I’m a positive person. I LIKE being the calm, understanding, and patient one. But I just had NONE of that today.

But I’m not going to apologize for my comments in this blog. It’s how I feel. I didn’t attack anyone (except my DH) on a personal level, just expressed my thoughts and feelings. I’m allowed to have them, and to share them, and to write them down in my blog. That’s what it’s here for.

I’ll post the story tomorrow. This is already really HUGE. Wish I could do the article this fast. Plus, I found out some other closely-tied magazine did the exact same topic I was thinking to cover, so I might switch topics yet again. Man, I hate articles. But I digress…