I’m Beautiful Like Me.

I haven’t accomplished all the things I’d planned for myself to get done on Thursday, but I did manage to do a few things. We paid the necessary bills, vacuumed, dishes, garbage, the usual chores, got rid of that donation pile and hit the library. Best of all, I started some crafty projects! I’m working on an amigurumi pig in honor of Blog The Recession and I stumbled a really nifty tutorial for making an iPod cozy a while back and just so happened to have most of the materials required. My mom hooked me up with the one material I didn’t have. I’m feeling the crafty love once again! I’ll post pictures when everything is finished.

Things I didn’t get done: laundry folding (no surprise there), zucchini bread (we’re out of eggs), and Husband has not - as of yet - gotten his job back. It is so frustrating to feel so helpless. The company that provided the inaccurate background check to the staffing agency has stated to Husband that they legally have 30 days to rectify the inaccuracies and will likely take every last one of those 30 days. In the meantime, we are hoping that the certified copies coming from the County Clerk’s office will be sufficient for the staffing agency to get Husband back on the job where they placed him. Otherwise, he will have to either look for work elsewhere or take a lower paying job. Forget getting anything good for my golden birthday, we’ll be lucky to make rent.

I have a job prospect of my own, however. I’ve been having so much fun playing around with the coding here at the blog that I want to expand my horizons once again and do some more web building. While it is definitely a bit more technical, it still enables me to feel crafty and it’s something I can do from home (and those are very good things). The only problem is that my prospective employer plays hardball. She really likes the ideas I have for her site, but she doesn’t like parting ways with her hard-earned cash. I should know. She’s my mom.

Really, I can understand her perspective, because the woman has busted her ass to get where she is in life - certainly didn’t there from handing over all her money to people calling her up asking for it! Plus, I’m her kid and, let’s face it, I haven’t always been the most upstanding child a mama could hope for. I’ve screwed up plenty and that includes costing her some a lot of that money from time to time. So she isn’t eager to give me much. Frankly, I’m still new at all of this (I know some coding and have built a few sites in my time) and while I’m more than willing to learn and put in the time and effort to provide her with an outstanding product and service, I really have no idea what the real-world value of such a thing might be. (If you happen to know, I’d be eternally grateful for a comment or an email with such information! tata at imnotbeautifullikeyou.com - thanks!) Being as how mom knows this, she is likely to insist that the experience is a great form of partial payment and will prolly offer up (at my insistance, mind you) her finished site as reference to other prospective jobs in the future, assuming I pursue such a path. In any case, I’ve spent a good amount of time working on her site, designing fresh graphics and writing HTML and CSS codes for a new layout.

Suddenly, it seems as if there isn’t enough time in the day to do all that I want to do. I want to crochet amigurumi animals and food, knit scarves and socks (I wish my needles would hurry up and get here already!), I want to learn how to make my own yarn, I want to code and design graphics, I want to read that stack of books I just picked up at the library, I want to catch up on my DVR and see those movies I borrowed from P at BHF’s insistance, I want to bake, I want to sleep, I want someone to come fold my laundry so I can do the other stuff…