charliesmum: (Depressing Shot (Doctor H) by prejudices)
I'm feeling kind of blue today. Possibly the weather, possibly because work is a bit slow and I'm bored...I don't know. Something.

I've been feeling a bit like no one wants to hear about my life, too, which is sad, because whenever something remotely fun or interesting happens, one of my first thoughts is 'oh, can't wait to tell LJ!' Still, I'm in this 'I can't possibly be interesting' mood.

That said, I saw a Philly Fringe show this past weekend that was...well, you know how in sit-coms or movies when people go to see a show, and it's all over the top avant-guarde and weird, with overblown imagry and language, and the humour is in how the main cast reacts to it?

I went to one of those shows. My friend was in it, and she was really good, but the whole thing was forty minutes of WTF.

Basically the 'plot' consisted of four actresses movementing* around and speaking purple prose in between quoting Edgar Allen Poe. They were all aspects of the same woman, or something, and appearently the woman killed everyone in her town by setting the ball field on fire, or something, because no one would play with her. And also some man made her paint him with crayons, or something. I forget.

But I was with good friends, and we had a good night. It was a pretty rocking weekend, actually, so I'm really not sure why I'm feeling down this week.



*Yes, movementing. It's a word I made up. They didn't have blocking, they had MOVEMENT
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I'm feeling kind of blue today. Possibly the weather, possibly because work is a bit slow and I'm bored...I don't know. Something.

I've been feeling a bit like no one wants to hear about my life, too, which is sad, because whenever something remotely fun or interesting happens, one of my first thoughts is 'oh, can't wait to tell LJ!' Still, I'm in this 'I can't possibly be interesting' mood.

That said, I saw a Philly Fringe show this past weekend that was...well, you know how in sit-coms or movies when people go to see a show, and it's all over the top avant-guarde and weird, with overblown imagry and language, and the humour is in how the main cast reacts to it?

I went to one of those shows. My friend was in it, and she was really good, but the whole thing was forty minutes of WTF.

Basically the 'plot' consisted of four actresses movementing* around and speaking purple prose in between quoting Edgar Allen Poe. They were all aspects of the same woman, or something, and appearently the woman killed everyone in her town by setting the ball field on fire, or something, because no one would play with her. And also some man made her paint him with crayons, or something. I forget.

But I was with good friends, and we had a good night. It was a pretty rocking weekend, actually, so I'm really not sure why I'm feeling down this week.



*Yes, movementing. It's a word I made up. They didn't have blocking, they had MOVEMENT
charliesmum: (Rats)
Those of you who have read this blog for awhile, and can also be arsed to remember events in a virtual stranger's life from 4ish years ago, may recall the time in Charlie's life when he consistantly got kicked out of school because he was out of control. You may even remember me talking about the times when he was kicked out of 5 day care situations in 3 months because of his problems.

Well, today I dropped Charlie off at his summer program, and got a call from them about 2 minutes after I got into work.

Charlie was throwing chairs and screaming. They needed me to come get him.

He'd forgotten his DS, and that is what triggered him. It didn't help that he didn't fall asleep until rather late last night, and had a hard time getting a move on this morning. He also told me he didn't want to be in the program any more. He didn't have any friends, he said.

So, now I'm home, desperately hoping [livejournal.com profile] elfmanfan will call me and say she can watch Charlie for a bit today, so I can get back to work and get stuff done that really needs doing.

If she doesn't, or can't, I'm stuck, because I, quite literally, have no one else to call.

Charlie hasn't had such a bad 'episode' in ages.

This sucks.
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Those of you who have read this blog for awhile, and can also be arsed to remember events in a virtual stranger's life from 4ish years ago, may recall the time in Charlie's life when he consistantly got kicked out of school because he was out of control. You may even remember me talking about the times when he was kicked out of 5 day care situations in 3 months because of his problems.

Well, today I dropped Charlie off at his summer program, and got a call from them about 2 minutes after I got into work.

Charlie was throwing chairs and screaming. They needed me to come get him.

He'd forgotten his DS, and that is what triggered him. It didn't help that he didn't fall asleep until rather late last night, and had a hard time getting a move on this morning. He also told me he didn't want to be in the program any more. He didn't have any friends, he said.

So, now I'm home, desperately hoping [livejournal.com profile] elfmanfan will call me and say she can watch Charlie for a bit today, so I can get back to work and get stuff done that really needs doing.

If she doesn't, or can't, I'm stuck, because I, quite literally, have no one else to call.

Charlie hasn't had such a bad 'episode' in ages.

This sucks.
charliesmum: (Don't Cry Charlie (by Modernelegance))
I caught a glimpse of what they want to offer me by way of salary.

$17.00 an hour.

That equals approx. $35,000 a year before taxes.

I can't live on that. Even if I sold the house I couldn't live on that. No one can live on that.

I was trying to look up average salaries for people in my position - I think it averages around $38,000 or so which sucks.

But I've been working for years, I have a college degree, I have to be worth more than this.

The Lakehurst person said something about offering a salary that I would accept, basically. Actually what he said was but if you recall we want to pay
you what you will need to make MTG work for you.

But that would be an 11 hour day and 1 hour commute - or a move to Lakehurst or nearby, which means no more Collingswood Shakespeare, uprooting Charlie, and a whole host of other issues. (All assuming the DO take me) And that's not until March.

I'll have to hope I can negotiate more, but I'm really upset by this. Just spent a few minutes crying in the bathroom.

Why can't my life ever just work out?
charliesmum: (Default)
I caught a glimpse of what they want to offer me by way of salary.

$17.00 an hour.

That equals approx. $35,000 a year before taxes.

I can't live on that. Even if I sold the house I couldn't live on that. No one can live on that.

I was trying to look up average salaries for people in my position - I think it averages around $38,000 or so which sucks.

But I've been working for years, I have a college degree, I have to be worth more than this.

The Lakehurst person said something about offering a salary that I would accept, basically. Actually what he said was but if you recall we want to pay
you what you will need to make MTG work for you.

But that would be an 11 hour day and 1 hour commute - or a move to Lakehurst or nearby, which means no more Collingswood Shakespeare, uprooting Charlie, and a whole host of other issues. (All assuming the DO take me) And that's not until March.

I'll have to hope I can negotiate more, but I'm really upset by this. Just spent a few minutes crying in the bathroom.

Why can't my life ever just work out?
charliesmum: (Dangermouse Stressed)
I am so sick of being a grown up. Every time I think I'm on top of things something else happens.

Stupid bloody after school care. I paid one month tuition - $173.00 plus the stupid registration fee of $35.00, and now I'm told I owe them $88.81 for November - apparently you pay on the 15th of each month for the upcoming month - pay $173 on Nov. 15 for December, and so on. Why they couldn't have charged this up front when I paid the $208.00 in the first place I don't know. If they knew I was going to owe them for November, why not bloody tell me in the first place?

Not only that, it was a holiday week, so Charlie's only been there a total of 7 days. Almost $90 for 7 days work. Most of which is basically 2 hours a day.

I get the process behind this, but I'm just so frustrated. Not just about the school care (which by the way is useless on the days that the school is closed, so I will have to shell out extra money during 'Winter break' on top of the money I'm paying them for December)but because of my whole life.

Why is it so hard? Where the heck did I go so wrong that my life feels like I'm skating on thin ice all the time? What is wrong with me?

Gah.
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I am so sick of being a grown up. Every time I think I'm on top of things something else happens.

Stupid bloody after school care. I paid one month tuition - $173.00 plus the stupid registration fee of $35.00, and now I'm told I owe them $88.81 for November - apparently you pay on the 15th of each month for the upcoming month - pay $173 on Nov. 15 for December, and so on. Why they couldn't have charged this up front when I paid the $208.00 in the first place I don't know. If they knew I was going to owe them for November, why not bloody tell me in the first place?

Not only that, it was a holiday week, so Charlie's only been there a total of 7 days. Almost $90 for 7 days work. Most of which is basically 2 hours a day.

I get the process behind this, but I'm just so frustrated. Not just about the school care (which by the way is useless on the days that the school is closed, so I will have to shell out extra money during 'Winter break' on top of the money I'm paying them for December)but because of my whole life.

Why is it so hard? Where the heck did I go so wrong that my life feels like I'm skating on thin ice all the time? What is wrong with me?

Gah.
charliesmum: (eeek)
The Husband got a temporary job that pays pretty well, but now he won't be able to be with Charlie after school. I have, quite literally, no money in my bank at the moment (not even sure how I'm going to pay for food this week) and so I don't have any money to pay anyone to watch Charlie this week.

The people for whom I've watched their kid on many occasions can't watch Charlie - couple of days she can, but not all week. Not sure what she's going to do with her kid, but she can at least pay for a sitter.

I can't tell the husband not to take the job. I can't even go home early from my job because a)less money and b)no car. My friend is going to drive me to work, and The Husband will pick me up, but until we have money, we can't fix our car.

I don't have anyone else I can ask for a favor. I don't really know the parents of any of Charlie's friends well enough to ask them to watch Charlie for free.

I'm hoping it will all work out somehow, but, yeah. Frustrating.

Meanwhile, Charlie told me today that that Sean wrote a story in which he, Sean, shot Charlie with a machine gun.

I'm 95% sure Charlie didn't make that up. He isn't a making it up kind of a kid, but I'm sure every parent says that.

Nonetheless, I'm going to mention that to the school. They can 'investigate' that, too.
charliesmum: (Default)
The Husband got a temporary job that pays pretty well, but now he won't be able to be with Charlie after school. I have, quite literally, no money in my bank at the moment (not even sure how I'm going to pay for food this week) and so I don't have any money to pay anyone to watch Charlie this week.

The people for whom I've watched their kid on many occasions can't watch Charlie - couple of days she can, but not all week. Not sure what she's going to do with her kid, but she can at least pay for a sitter.

I can't tell the husband not to take the job. I can't even go home early from my job because a)less money and b)no car. My friend is going to drive me to work, and The Husband will pick me up, but until we have money, we can't fix our car.

I don't have anyone else I can ask for a favor. I don't really know the parents of any of Charlie's friends well enough to ask them to watch Charlie for free.

I'm hoping it will all work out somehow, but, yeah. Frustrating.

Meanwhile, Charlie told me today that that Sean wrote a story in which he, Sean, shot Charlie with a machine gun.

I'm 95% sure Charlie didn't make that up. He isn't a making it up kind of a kid, but I'm sure every parent says that.

Nonetheless, I'm going to mention that to the school. They can 'investigate' that, too.
charliesmum: (Sad House)
20 years ago exactly, during my sophmore year of college I spent Christmas break with my college roommate, Zahira, at her home in Curacao.

At one point Zahira's mother was going through her jewelry box, because, she said, there were things she didn't wear anymore, and was there anything we wanted? In her box was a gold ring with the sign of Gemini on it. Looked a bit like one of those rings people used to press into wax back in the olden days. Zahira's mother and I shared the same birth date, and she asked me if I would like this ring. She'd gotten it, she said, when she was 20 years old with her own wages back in her home country of Columbia.

I demurred politely at first, but ultimately took the ring.

That summer Zahira found out that her mother had been diagnosed with Cancer right before Christmas and, since he hadn't gone to the doctor until it was extremely advanced, there was nothing to be done. She died in the summer of 1987.

I have worn that ring for 20 years. I never, ever take it off. This morning as I was driving Charlie to school I suddenly noticed the ring was missing.

I don't know how it went missing, or where. I think, since I just noticed it this morning, it must have happened recently, but I am not sure. The rub is, I did take it off yesterday, to put some hand-cream on, but I swear I put it back on. And if I didn't it should be here, somewhere on or near my desk, because that's where I removed it.

The worst bit is, I was out yesterday - went to "Chick-fil-a" with a friend, and then we went to Marshall's where I tried on a couple pairs of trousers. I like to thing, had it fallen off then, I'd have noticed, but I don't know.

I am quite upset about this. I love that ring. It is beautiful and unusual and is a memento of a very wonderful, creative woman. I have no idea where else to look.

Sigh.
charliesmum: (Default)
20 years ago exactly, during my sophmore year of college I spent Christmas break with my college roommate, Zahira, at her home in Curacao.

At one point Zahira's mother was going through her jewelry box, because, she said, there were things she didn't wear anymore, and was there anything we wanted? In her box was a gold ring with the sign of Gemini on it. Looked a bit like one of those rings people used to press into wax back in the olden days. Zahira's mother and I shared the same birth date, and she asked me if I would like this ring. She'd gotten it, she said, when she was 20 years old with her own wages back in her home country of Columbia.

I demurred politely at first, but ultimately took the ring.

That summer Zahira found out that her mother had been diagnosed with Cancer right before Christmas and, since he hadn't gone to the doctor until it was extremely advanced, there was nothing to be done. She died in the summer of 1987.

I have worn that ring for 20 years. I never, ever take it off. This morning as I was driving Charlie to school I suddenly noticed the ring was missing.

I don't know how it went missing, or where. I think, since I just noticed it this morning, it must have happened recently, but I am not sure. The rub is, I did take it off yesterday, to put some hand-cream on, but I swear I put it back on. And if I didn't it should be here, somewhere on or near my desk, because that's where I removed it.

The worst bit is, I was out yesterday - went to "Chick-fil-a" with a friend, and then we went to Marshall's where I tried on a couple pairs of trousers. I like to thing, had it fallen off then, I'd have noticed, but I don't know.

I am quite upset about this. I love that ring. It is beautiful and unusual and is a memento of a very wonderful, creative woman. I have no idea where else to look.

Sigh.
charliesmum: (Dreams)
I've not been posting much lately. Not sure exactly why, but I've just been feeling like I shouldn't be boring people with the mundane details about my life.

That being said, I wanted to mention something pretty cool that's happened to me. There's this guy, Colin, and he was in 12th Night - he was Sir Toby. We've asked him to step in for my husband to play Macbeth, since my husband is going to be "touring" with his band next weekend.

Anyway...Colin asked me if I would like to step in and do a reading for this new one-act play, because the woman originally involved had to back out.

It's a workshop type of thing - this guy is writing a one-act, and we're going to be reading it in front of other writers, and theatre people and such like.

It's really nice to be more involved in theatre things. Makes me feel a bit more like the person I used to be, which, at almost 40 years old, is kind of a nice feeling.
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I've not been posting much lately. Not sure exactly why, but I've just been feeling like I shouldn't be boring people with the mundane details about my life.

That being said, I wanted to mention something pretty cool that's happened to me. There's this guy, Colin, and he was in 12th Night - he was Sir Toby. We've asked him to step in for my husband to play Macbeth, since my husband is going to be "touring" with his band next weekend.

Anyway...Colin asked me if I would like to step in and do a reading for this new one-act play, because the woman originally involved had to back out.

It's a workshop type of thing - this guy is writing a one-act, and we're going to be reading it in front of other writers, and theatre people and such like.

It's really nice to be more involved in theatre things. Makes me feel a bit more like the person I used to be, which, at almost 40 years old, is kind of a nice feeling.
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I just did some calculations to see if we could afford to go to Cooperstown NY for a family vacation.

I found a place that is a very inexpensive campground, $22.00/night if you have a tent, which I do. I personally loathe sleeping in a tent, but the husband and the child like it, and I'll put up with it. There's bathrooms and showers, and that's all I really care about.

So then I figure about $100 in gas or so to travel there. That's probably an optimistic number, but whatever.

Then I figured 3 meals a day at about $20/per day conservatively would be $240, and activities and things would run about $150. There are a surprising number of things one can do for free in the area, and the Baseball Hall of Fame isn't even that expensive - $15 per grownup and $5 for the child.

It all comes out to $613.00. Which I'm not really certain I could spare. But I really want to do this.

I've actually wanted to go to Cooperstown ever since I read "The Secret of Mirror Bay" when I was a child. Nancy Drew goes to Cooperstown and stays in this lovely cabin by Ostego Lake* which used to be known as "Glimmerglass" because it is so smooth and clear. I don't know why, but the whole area really caught my imagination; one of the rules of writing a Nancy Drew book is if you send her somewhere real, you need to include a travelogue.

And now with Charlie so enamoured of Baseball, it seems like a perfect place to go. And we haven't had a real family vacation in, well, ever.

Anyone have any suggestions how I can raise $600 plus dollars soon? Still can't get the Hoosier sold, so that's out. I'm going to try to put money aside, but that never seems to work out right. Something always comes up.


*Which I swear I found on line. The cabin in the photograph looked so much like the one I remembered being described in the book, and it was right on the lake with a dock and everything. That, however, I know I can't afford. I'm not an 18 year old amatur detective with a famous lawyer father.
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I just did some calculations to see if we could afford to go to Cooperstown NY for a family vacation.

I found a place that is a very inexpensive campground, $22.00/night if you have a tent, which I do. I personally loathe sleeping in a tent, but the husband and the child like it, and I'll put up with it. There's bathrooms and showers, and that's all I really care about.

So then I figure about $100 in gas or so to travel there. That's probably an optimistic number, but whatever.

Then I figured 3 meals a day at about $20/per day conservatively would be $240, and activities and things would run about $150. There are a surprising number of things one can do for free in the area, and the Baseball Hall of Fame isn't even that expensive - $15 per grownup and $5 for the child.

It all comes out to $613.00. Which I'm not really certain I could spare. But I really want to do this.

I've actually wanted to go to Cooperstown ever since I read "The Secret of Mirror Bay" when I was a child. Nancy Drew goes to Cooperstown and stays in this lovely cabin by Ostego Lake* which used to be known as "Glimmerglass" because it is so smooth and clear. I don't know why, but the whole area really caught my imagination; one of the rules of writing a Nancy Drew book is if you send her somewhere real, you need to include a travelogue.

And now with Charlie so enamoured of Baseball, it seems like a perfect place to go. And we haven't had a real family vacation in, well, ever.

Anyone have any suggestions how I can raise $600 plus dollars soon? Still can't get the Hoosier sold, so that's out. I'm going to try to put money aside, but that never seems to work out right. Something always comes up.


*Which I swear I found on line. The cabin in the photograph looked so much like the one I remembered being described in the book, and it was right on the lake with a dock and everything. That, however, I know I can't afford. I'm not an 18 year old amatur detective with a famous lawyer father.
charliesmum: (mandrake waaaa (by dahling icons))
So I'm driving to my sister's house to visit with my parents, who are babysitting my nephew and niece, and my purse falls to the car floor. I pick it up, and notice my wallet isn't there.

The rest of the pathetic story here )

And I've dropped two more pounds, bringing me to my inital goal wait of 130. I don't have a scale, so I have to wait until I go to my sister's or my friend's house to weigh myself.

And tomorrow is the May Fair, and I'm looking forward to doing the scene, and I hope I don't screw up.

I really need a drink now.
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So I'm driving to my sister's house to visit with my parents, who are babysitting my nephew and niece, and my purse falls to the car floor. I pick it up, and notice my wallet isn't there.

The rest of the pathetic story here )

And I've dropped two more pounds, bringing me to my inital goal wait of 130. I don't have a scale, so I have to wait until I go to my sister's or my friend's house to weigh myself.

And tomorrow is the May Fair, and I'm looking forward to doing the scene, and I hope I don't screw up.

I really need a drink now.

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