Apparently, my hubby thinks I talk too much. Now, if you asked people who know me well, they could definitely...Um, never mind.
I told the hubby that of course I talked too much, because I was home all day with just the dogs, and so by time he gets home, all of my thoughts for the entire day have bottled up inside of me until they just have to come bursting out, and he just happens to be on the receiving end of the flood. I told him that I only had the dogs for company, and they never listen to me half the time anyway. Based on the amount of holes dug in my backyard and shoes chewed up in my closet, I should probably up that estimate.
But anyway, we got to our destination (the mall) and I decided to conduct a scientific study: To discover whether I am the only wife who does all the talking in a relationship. As I walked around the mall and surreptiously watched other couples, I came to the sad realization that not only was it normal for the wife to do all of the talking, but based on what I saw, it was the only way that husband/wife relationships worked. I did not spy a single couple where the hubby talked even half of the time, let alone dominated the conversation. I wasn't sure if I should be happy because I wasn't the only one this way, or if I should be embarrassed because the female population doesn't seem to have an off switch.
We left the mall and headed over to the grocery store. There, finally, I found a couple where the hubby talked all the time, and the wife didn't talk at all: They happened to be standing in line and the husband was arguing with the cashier as to whether the orange juice was $00.88 cents a can or $00.66 cents a can. The cashier left the checkout stand and personally checked the price himself. He came back with the sad news that the husband had been looking at the wrong sign, and the price was in fact $00.88 a can. The wife never said a word, and I wasn't sure if it was because she was mortified because her spouse was making real jerk of himself over 22 cents, or because she just tended to be quiet no matter what.
I vote for the quiet no matter what, not only because it ups my scientific study from 100-0 to 99-1 (yay! One couple!) but also because it's hard when you're embarrassed by your spouse, and I hoped she didn't understand what an idiot he looked like. In this case, ignorance truly is bliss.
After the shopping expedition, it was time to head home. We loaded up the groceries and headed back out to the freeway. As we got on, my hubby made the fatal mistake of bringing up the "too much talking" subject again. I finally said, "Is this a challenge?" He laughed, a deep belly laugh, and patted me on the knee in that condescending way that men have, and said, "Honey, you could never stay quiet for more than 3 minutes." I just looked at him, raised my eyebrows, and smiled, that easy-you-are-about-to-eat-mud smile, and then leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. I wasn't going to talk to him if it killed me.
It almost did. I never truly realized this about myself (get ready for a belly laugh here, peoples!) but I actually DO talk a lot!!! About every three seconds, I thought, "Oh, I--" and then would stop myself. I couldn't say anything. I was sure I was going to pass out from the exertion of keeping my mouth shut. It truly was hard work! As we pulled into the driveway 20 minutes later (some sort of a world record for me, I am positive) Doug turned to me. "I never thought you would last this long." There was wonder in his voice, and just a bit of respect. I turned to him and smiled sweetly. I didn't say a word.
We unloaded the groceries and brought them inside. The dogs did their Happy Puppy Dog Dance that they do every time we come home (I haven't seen you for days and days! I missed you so much! Please give me a belly rub! Please please please please,) and I realized that my not speaking meant I couldn't even say hello to my dogs! That was hard for me. I petted them, and then as quickly as I could manage, I went back to my room and hid on my computer. If Doug wasn't around to talk to, it would be a lot easier to not slip up.
I made it for two hours before I had to call a friend and talk to her. Doug and I talked that night in bed and he told me how proud he was of me for making it two hours. He learned that sometimes silence truly isn't sweet, because he would rather have a wife talking his ear off than a wife who hides from him so she doesn't make the mistake of talking to him. And I realized that perhaps, maybe, there is an infinitesimal chance in this wide universe that I do, in fact, talk too much.
Just don't tell the hubby I said so.
Havs
Thursday, June 22, 2006
I almost got sucked in
I was reading a thread on a WAHM forum about a company called Tiny Details, a company that has you assemble products from home. I went to their site and checked them out, and they seemed very legit. I know, I know, how could there ever be an assembly job at home that was legit? But this one DID sound legit (famous last words).
They have these kits that they send in the mail to you (postage paid both ways!) for miniature items. These are those really tiny replications that you can buy to put into a dollhouse. I know that miniatures are really big, so it only made sense that this was a hot item that could do well. Also, since it a craft, most people want a "handmade" craft, so this company was providing their clients (stores) a way to offer that to the customer. This wasn't a "assemble CD cases from home" sort of thing where the product could easily be done by a machine (and with higher quality), but was instead a large assortment of really cute items that could go into a dollhouse: books, Victorian calling cards, food items, magazine racks, etc. I read through the list and they seemed easy enough. I was reaching for the credit card, when I thought, "You know, I should just double-check this."
Here are the BBB reports on this company:
BBB Report #1
BBB Report #2
Here are some threads that I found that discussed Tiny Details in more depth:
WAHM forum thread #1
WAHM forum thread #2
By this point, I felt pretty stupid. I am not one to fall for scams easily. I have been around the block a few times, and when I heard about people falling for a scam, I just shake my head and think, "How could you not tell that was a scam? It was so obvious!" And yet, I almost handed over my credit card to a company that (as far as I can tell) absolutely no one has made any money with!
If someone like me, who is fairly intelligent (or so I like to think! *wink*) and can usually spot a scam from 100 feet away, almost fell for this, how many other people out there are also being taken in by them?
*Sigh*
Havs
They have these kits that they send in the mail to you (postage paid both ways!) for miniature items. These are those really tiny replications that you can buy to put into a dollhouse. I know that miniatures are really big, so it only made sense that this was a hot item that could do well. Also, since it a craft, most people want a "handmade" craft, so this company was providing their clients (stores) a way to offer that to the customer. This wasn't a "assemble CD cases from home" sort of thing where the product could easily be done by a machine (and with higher quality), but was instead a large assortment of really cute items that could go into a dollhouse: books, Victorian calling cards, food items, magazine racks, etc. I read through the list and they seemed easy enough. I was reaching for the credit card, when I thought, "You know, I should just double-check this."
Here are the BBB reports on this company:
BBB Report #1
BBB Report #2
Here are some threads that I found that discussed Tiny Details in more depth:
WAHM forum thread #1
WAHM forum thread #2
By this point, I felt pretty stupid. I am not one to fall for scams easily. I have been around the block a few times, and when I heard about people falling for a scam, I just shake my head and think, "How could you not tell that was a scam? It was so obvious!" And yet, I almost handed over my credit card to a company that (as far as I can tell) absolutely no one has made any money with!
If someone like me, who is fairly intelligent (or so I like to think! *wink*) and can usually spot a scam from 100 feet away, almost fell for this, how many other people out there are also being taken in by them?
*Sigh*
Havs
Sunday, June 18, 2006
I'm a little behind times...
My mother wrote me an e-mail yesterday, asking me why I hadn't posted anything new on here. I hadn't even realized she had been reading the blog! So Mom, I'm sorry. I have been quite busy lately (wow, anybody surprised? ) which I'll tell you about in just a second.
But first off, I wanted to put up a mini-rant. Yesterday, I received a comment on my last post, and the comment simply said this, "You're such an attention whore." Nothing else. It was, not surprisingly, put up by an anonymous person. So I have come to the sad conclusion that I cannot allow anonymous posters respond to my blog anymore. If you are going to indescribably rude and obnoxious, you will at least now have to attach your name to it. That is my tiny bit of revenge being enacted. I deleted the comment, BTW. I am not about to let something like that stay up on my blog.
So now that I have given the satisfaction to that person of knowing that s/he got to me (something I told myself I wouldn't do, but I am obviously ignoring myself, never a good thing!) time for a bit of catch-up.
I wanted to tell everyone some plans I have in the works. For the few who didn’t know, I was a student for 18 months at Career Step, to become a medical transcriptionist. I decided only a couple of weeks ago that I did not want to be an MT, and I have instead jumped head first into the world of general transcriptioning. Yes, there is actually a large difference between the two, for those uninitiated people out there, and I am actually doing very well as a GT. You are paid a set amount for each job, no matter how long it takes you to do the job, so the faster you go, the more you end up making per hour. I didn't keep track of my time during my first 2 jobs, but I did start keep track on my 3rd job, of how much I was making. I went from making $7 an hour in the third job, to $8.50 by the sixth job. I probably won't continue to make such drastic improvements like that in the future, but I am at least hoping to not slide backwards. I would be content to stay at $8.50 an hour for a bit, until I got more used to what I was doing. My goal is to make fairly good money (meaning $10+ per hour) within a month or so. We shall see.
But anyway, that is all beside the point. The reason I am bringing all of this up is because when I decided that the MT world really wasn't for me, and that I wanted to be a GT instead, I posted about it on the Career Step forum. The response has been absolutely overwhelming. I have gotten innumerable PMs (private messages) and e-mails in response, so much so that I have almost given up on trying to respond to everyone. I feel really bad because I have some very good friends who have been waiting several weeks to get a response to an e-mail they sent me. That's no good. I feel really guilty about that, and I am hoping to slowly but surely work my way through all of that correspondence and catch up. In the meantime, please forgive me if you happen to be one of those people who are waiting. I promise you, I am not ignoring you!
So because of the response that I have gotten, and the amount of people who have told me how interested they are in the GT world, and could I give them more info, and who do they apply to, and what software do they have to buy, and how much is the pay, etc etc etc, I have decided that I really needed to put something together that I just point everyone to, and say, "Here you go, go read this. It will give you everything you need to know."
Thus, www.wahmjobs.net was born! No, stop, don’t go there now, it is only a blank page at the moment! But that should change over the next several weeks; I am hoping to get it up and running fairly quickly. I plan on having information on both general transcription and medical transcription on the site, so that people can compare the two and make an educated decision on which one they want to do. There are many people who have zero interest in becoming a GT, and they only want to do MT work. There are people who have zero interest in becoming an MT, and only want to do GT work. I want to show people who haven't made up their minds on it yet, the pros and cons of each one, and let them make the decision for themselves on what they want to do. This life is all about choices, right?
But I also want to talk about other jobs that you can do, such as researching or mystery shopping or scoping or being a virtual assistant, or whatever, so that people can see what a huge variety of jobs there are out there. I love helping people, it’s what makes me tick, and I truly think this website will be the way to make that happen. Once I get the site up and running, I will put a notice on this thread and on several forums I belong to, so y’all can check it out. I am hoping to serve a true need with this site; to let guys or gals look over the choice of jobs and make a decision about what they want to do. There is so much out there, and it can be completely overwhelming to a newbie, so hopefully this site will take the “overwhelming” part out of the equation.
I’ll be posting updates regularly, but for now, it is time to head out for a Father’s Day dinner with my in-laws. I hope y’all are enjoying your weekend. I will be back later today to post about an “observation” my hubby made about me on Friday, and what the consequences were of that “observation.” Hang on to your seats, ‘cause it’s gonna be a bumpy ride! :-P
Havs
But first off, I wanted to put up a mini-rant. Yesterday, I received a comment on my last post, and the comment simply said this, "You're such an attention whore." Nothing else. It was, not surprisingly, put up by an anonymous person. So I have come to the sad conclusion that I cannot allow anonymous posters respond to my blog anymore. If you are going to indescribably rude and obnoxious, you will at least now have to attach your name to it. That is my tiny bit of revenge being enacted. I deleted the comment, BTW. I am not about to let something like that stay up on my blog.
So now that I have given the satisfaction to that person of knowing that s/he got to me (something I told myself I wouldn't do, but I am obviously ignoring myself, never a good thing!) time for a bit of catch-up.
I wanted to tell everyone some plans I have in the works. For the few who didn’t know, I was a student for 18 months at Career Step, to become a medical transcriptionist. I decided only a couple of weeks ago that I did not want to be an MT, and I have instead jumped head first into the world of general transcriptioning. Yes, there is actually a large difference between the two, for those uninitiated people out there, and I am actually doing very well as a GT. You are paid a set amount for each job, no matter how long it takes you to do the job, so the faster you go, the more you end up making per hour. I didn't keep track of my time during my first 2 jobs, but I did start keep track on my 3rd job, of how much I was making. I went from making $7 an hour in the third job, to $8.50 by the sixth job. I probably won't continue to make such drastic improvements like that in the future, but I am at least hoping to not slide backwards. I would be content to stay at $8.50 an hour for a bit, until I got more used to what I was doing. My goal is to make fairly good money (meaning $10+ per hour) within a month or so. We shall see.
But anyway, that is all beside the point. The reason I am bringing all of this up is because when I decided that the MT world really wasn't for me, and that I wanted to be a GT instead, I posted about it on the Career Step forum. The response has been absolutely overwhelming. I have gotten innumerable PMs (private messages) and e-mails in response, so much so that I have almost given up on trying to respond to everyone. I feel really bad because I have some very good friends who have been waiting several weeks to get a response to an e-mail they sent me. That's no good. I feel really guilty about that, and I am hoping to slowly but surely work my way through all of that correspondence and catch up. In the meantime, please forgive me if you happen to be one of those people who are waiting. I promise you, I am not ignoring you!
So because of the response that I have gotten, and the amount of people who have told me how interested they are in the GT world, and could I give them more info, and who do they apply to, and what software do they have to buy, and how much is the pay, etc etc etc, I have decided that I really needed to put something together that I just point everyone to, and say, "Here you go, go read this. It will give you everything you need to know."
Thus, www.wahmjobs.net was born! No, stop, don’t go there now, it is only a blank page at the moment! But that should change over the next several weeks; I am hoping to get it up and running fairly quickly. I plan on having information on both general transcription and medical transcription on the site, so that people can compare the two and make an educated decision on which one they want to do. There are many people who have zero interest in becoming a GT, and they only want to do MT work. There are people who have zero interest in becoming an MT, and only want to do GT work. I want to show people who haven't made up their minds on it yet, the pros and cons of each one, and let them make the decision for themselves on what they want to do. This life is all about choices, right?
But I also want to talk about other jobs that you can do, such as researching or mystery shopping or scoping or being a virtual assistant, or whatever, so that people can see what a huge variety of jobs there are out there. I love helping people, it’s what makes me tick, and I truly think this website will be the way to make that happen. Once I get the site up and running, I will put a notice on this thread and on several forums I belong to, so y’all can check it out. I am hoping to serve a true need with this site; to let guys or gals look over the choice of jobs and make a decision about what they want to do. There is so much out there, and it can be completely overwhelming to a newbie, so hopefully this site will take the “overwhelming” part out of the equation.
I’ll be posting updates regularly, but for now, it is time to head out for a Father’s Day dinner with my in-laws. I hope y’all are enjoying your weekend. I will be back later today to post about an “observation” my hubby made about me on Friday, and what the consequences were of that “observation.” Hang on to your seats, ‘cause it’s gonna be a bumpy ride! :-P
Havs
Sunday, June 11, 2006
I want to rule the world
Is that so much to ask? I don't think so! I have a very good friend, Jackie, who is going to be moving to Mesa, Arizona, by the end of this month. This has completely and utterly broken my heart. I have fought this move with everything I had in me. The husband of my friend has found a job down there, working for a union, and although he would only start out at an okay wage, he would eventually be getting paid $30 an hour by the end of 5 years. That is great, and I am glad he has found something that could turn out to be such a great job for him (he has been searching for a job up in my neck of the woods, Idaho, for about 6 months and has found nothing that would work) but that doesn't mean that the 6 year old inside of me doesn't want to jump up and down and yell, "That's not fair!!!!" at the top of my lungs. Just because the 25 year old part of me knows that isn't kosher to do, doesn't mean that the 6 year old part of me cares.
It doesn't help that I am one of the most stubborn people on the face of the planet. When I have it in my mind to do something, only God or a natural disaster (and sometimes not even that!) can stop me. I decided that this couple simply wasn't going to move. I wasn't going to let them. I was going to find a job for the husband up here, and he was going to be able to stay.
After two failed attempts (the second of which was only yesterday, and we were so close, yet so far away it turns out,) I have finally waved the white flag of defeat. The husband left this morning to drive to Arizona, and will start his new job tomorrow.
I spent the afternoon crying.
I know that I have been a basketcase about this, and that when three weeks finally gets here, and Jackie truly leaves, I will most likely go off the deep end. Most people are probably thinking, "What's the big deal? This girl moves. Get on with your life!" but for me, Jackie has been one of the closest friends I have ever had in my entire life. She is a once-in-a-lifetime gem, someone who has been there for me through thick and thin. I make friends easily, but true friends like her are one in a million. We have laughed together, and lately, we seem to do a lot of crying together too. We walk in the mornings for an hour every day; we see each other throughout the day...We rarely go 24 hours without seeing each other for one thing or another. The idea of her leaving me behind while she moves to Arizona just breaks my heart.
Can't I rule the world for just one day? I promise I would give the power back on Tuesday. All I need is a little magic and some free housing to give to them. Okay, make that a whole lot of magic...
Anyone?
Havs
It doesn't help that I am one of the most stubborn people on the face of the planet. When I have it in my mind to do something, only God or a natural disaster (and sometimes not even that!) can stop me. I decided that this couple simply wasn't going to move. I wasn't going to let them. I was going to find a job for the husband up here, and he was going to be able to stay.
After two failed attempts (the second of which was only yesterday, and we were so close, yet so far away it turns out,) I have finally waved the white flag of defeat. The husband left this morning to drive to Arizona, and will start his new job tomorrow.
I spent the afternoon crying.
I know that I have been a basketcase about this, and that when three weeks finally gets here, and Jackie truly leaves, I will most likely go off the deep end. Most people are probably thinking, "What's the big deal? This girl moves. Get on with your life!" but for me, Jackie has been one of the closest friends I have ever had in my entire life. She is a once-in-a-lifetime gem, someone who has been there for me through thick and thin. I make friends easily, but true friends like her are one in a million. We have laughed together, and lately, we seem to do a lot of crying together too. We walk in the mornings for an hour every day; we see each other throughout the day...We rarely go 24 hours without seeing each other for one thing or another. The idea of her leaving me behind while she moves to Arizona just breaks my heart.
Can't I rule the world for just one day? I promise I would give the power back on Tuesday. All I need is a little magic and some free housing to give to them. Okay, make that a whole lot of magic...
Anyone?
Havs
Saturday, June 10, 2006
So I got locked in the bathroom today...
And it wasn't even my own bathroom, at home. No, that would be much too easy, and so much less embarrassing. No, in typical Hava-style, I got locked into a bathroom, in someone else's apartment.
It all started when a friend of mine offered to let me clean an apartment to make a little extra cash on the side. All nice and dandy, or so I thought. My friend manages a large apartment complex, and she happened to have an apartment come empty, that needed to be cleaned before the next tenant could move in. No problem! I hate cleaning (anyone who has visited my home can attest to that fact!) but getting paid to clean was another thing entirely. I went in, bucket in hand, and happily started scrubbing. The hubby of my friend, who does all of the maintenance on the building, had removed all of the doorknobs on every door in the apartment, thereby making it much easier to paint them all. They had long-since been painted, but the knobs had not been put back on yet. He left the metal part in the doors, the part that the knobs operate, but the knobs themselves were gone.
I didn't pay much attention to any of that. I tend to be the sort of person who wanders around in my own la-la land, until something jerks me back down to earth. Sometimes that landing can be awfully hard, as I found out today. :P
I took a quick break from cleaning, and went into the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, did my business, washed my hands and went to the door, thinking all the while about everything else that needed to be done. After a couple of seconds of standing at the door, I realized that the doorknob that I had been subconsciously grabbing for was not there. I looked down to where it should have been, where my hand had been grabbing just air and realized sure enough, there was no doorknob.
I didn't panic, not at first. I laughed at myself for not realizing it sooner, and then I went about trying to get the metal parts inside of the door to move, to let me out. I am not in a habit of taking doorknobs apart and studying how they work (when was the last time you tore your door knobs apart?) so at this point, I was lost. I tried pushing, pulling, lifting up, twisting...nothing.
The panic starts to creep up a little bit more. I wasn't completely worried, because I knew that somebody would come looking for me eventually, (hey, has anyone seen Hava today?) but I have never been the kind to sit around and wait for something to happen. Especially not when I am trapped in a bathroom that has no outside window. There was only way out of that bathroom, but I certainly wasn't having any luck with that route.
I looked around the bathroom, evaluating my options. I could try switching the light on and off...and what? Annoy the fly that was flying over my head in dizzying circles? Right then, the fly goes through the hole in the door, where the doorknob was supposed to be at, and I stared longingly after it. That was the first time (and I imagine the last time!) I have ever wished I was a fly.
Uummm, I could try flushing the toilet over and over again! Yeeeaaahh, that wasn't going to do a thing, except waste perfectly good water. Right then, I heard my friends walking around in the apartment above me. Luckily for me, the apartment I was cleaning was directly underneath the apartment that my friends live in. I knew I had to get lucky some day! But, how to get their attention? Staring at the ceiling certainly wasn't doing the trick.
AH-HA! I spied the towel rack and knew I was in business. I quickly removed the rod and started hitting the roof of the bathroom with it. "DONOVAN!!!" I'm yelling. "DONOVAN, HELP ME!!!!!" Pound, pound, pound...
Nothing.
I am peering through the hole in the door, through where the handle was supposed to be at, and I see my friend's child go running past the apartment. "ELIGH!!!!!" I screaming. Nothing.
Back to the rod I go. I am trying not to make any holes in the ceiling, because they may not be happy with me if I pound holes into their ceilings that they then have to fix, so I am trying to gently pound, if there is such a thing.
About 5 hours later (okay, maybe it was only 5 minutes later, but close enough!) I hear, "Havilah?" Salvation! Donovan had heard me! I start yelling, "In the bathroom! In the bathroom!" He opens up the front door to the apartment and just starts laughing. I thought he wouldn't be able to make it across the room, he was laughing so hard.
Even though I was more than a little freaked out by that point (what happens if no one comes looking for me for a couple of hours? I have got better things to do than to stare at a toilet!) it suddenly hits me--this is freakin' hilarious!!!!! I start laughing too, and by time Donovan got the door open, we were both laughing so hard we were having a hard time standing up.
The funniest part of all? I kept thinking, "I can't wait to get home to write this in my blog!" And that is when I realized I was truly addicted to posting. Only 3 posts in, and I am already unstoppable.
Heaven help us all, eh?
Hava
It all started when a friend of mine offered to let me clean an apartment to make a little extra cash on the side. All nice and dandy, or so I thought. My friend manages a large apartment complex, and she happened to have an apartment come empty, that needed to be cleaned before the next tenant could move in. No problem! I hate cleaning (anyone who has visited my home can attest to that fact!) but getting paid to clean was another thing entirely. I went in, bucket in hand, and happily started scrubbing. The hubby of my friend, who does all of the maintenance on the building, had removed all of the doorknobs on every door in the apartment, thereby making it much easier to paint them all. They had long-since been painted, but the knobs had not been put back on yet. He left the metal part in the doors, the part that the knobs operate, but the knobs themselves were gone.
I didn't pay much attention to any of that. I tend to be the sort of person who wanders around in my own la-la land, until something jerks me back down to earth. Sometimes that landing can be awfully hard, as I found out today. :P
I took a quick break from cleaning, and went into the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, did my business, washed my hands and went to the door, thinking all the while about everything else that needed to be done. After a couple of seconds of standing at the door, I realized that the doorknob that I had been subconsciously grabbing for was not there. I looked down to where it should have been, where my hand had been grabbing just air and realized sure enough, there was no doorknob.
I didn't panic, not at first. I laughed at myself for not realizing it sooner, and then I went about trying to get the metal parts inside of the door to move, to let me out. I am not in a habit of taking doorknobs apart and studying how they work (when was the last time you tore your door knobs apart?) so at this point, I was lost. I tried pushing, pulling, lifting up, twisting...nothing.
The panic starts to creep up a little bit more. I wasn't completely worried, because I knew that somebody would come looking for me eventually, (hey, has anyone seen Hava today?) but I have never been the kind to sit around and wait for something to happen. Especially not when I am trapped in a bathroom that has no outside window. There was only way out of that bathroom, but I certainly wasn't having any luck with that route.
I looked around the bathroom, evaluating my options. I could try switching the light on and off...and what? Annoy the fly that was flying over my head in dizzying circles? Right then, the fly goes through the hole in the door, where the doorknob was supposed to be at, and I stared longingly after it. That was the first time (and I imagine the last time!) I have ever wished I was a fly.
Uummm, I could try flushing the toilet over and over again! Yeeeaaahh, that wasn't going to do a thing, except waste perfectly good water. Right then, I heard my friends walking around in the apartment above me. Luckily for me, the apartment I was cleaning was directly underneath the apartment that my friends live in. I knew I had to get lucky some day! But, how to get their attention? Staring at the ceiling certainly wasn't doing the trick.
AH-HA! I spied the towel rack and knew I was in business. I quickly removed the rod and started hitting the roof of the bathroom with it. "DONOVAN!!!" I'm yelling. "DONOVAN, HELP ME!!!!!" Pound, pound, pound...
Nothing.
I am peering through the hole in the door, through where the handle was supposed to be at, and I see my friend's child go running past the apartment. "ELIGH!!!!!" I screaming. Nothing.
Back to the rod I go. I am trying not to make any holes in the ceiling, because they may not be happy with me if I pound holes into their ceilings that they then have to fix, so I am trying to gently pound, if there is such a thing.
About 5 hours later (okay, maybe it was only 5 minutes later, but close enough!) I hear, "Havilah?" Salvation! Donovan had heard me! I start yelling, "In the bathroom! In the bathroom!" He opens up the front door to the apartment and just starts laughing. I thought he wouldn't be able to make it across the room, he was laughing so hard.
Even though I was more than a little freaked out by that point (what happens if no one comes looking for me for a couple of hours? I have got better things to do than to stare at a toilet!) it suddenly hits me--this is freakin' hilarious!!!!! I start laughing too, and by time Donovan got the door open, we were both laughing so hard we were having a hard time standing up.
The funniest part of all? I kept thinking, "I can't wait to get home to write this in my blog!" And that is when I realized I was truly addicted to posting. Only 3 posts in, and I am already unstoppable.
Heaven help us all, eh?
Hava
In the cold light of day...
Do I still want to do this? I signed up for this "blogging" thing about midnight last night. I thought, "Hmm, I wonder if I will still want to do this come morning. I think I will, at least I hope I will!" Well, last night, I must have woken up at least 5 different times, thinking, "I have a blog now! When I get up, I can blog again!" I am starting to realize just how addicting this whole thing is...
I have also been analyzing myself--why do I love to write so much? Where did this come from? The answer: My father, without a doubt. He is a writer through and through. He can take something as dry and mundane as Christmas letters (My child won first place in his class spelling bee this year. He's a genius! I am filling out papers to send him Harvard straight away; he'll be the first child to go from 1st grade to college in one fell swoop!) and turn them into something hilarious. I have laughed so hard during one of my father's Christmas letters that I couldn't breathe.
The really fantastic thing is that everything he says is true. Well, his version of truth anyway. I think we covered that subject yesterday. My "creative" side most definitely came from my father. Anyway, I think most children say, "I want to be just like my father when I grow up" and for me, that is most definitely true in some aspects. The difference between us though, is that I want to support myself by writing. My father has a "real" job that pays him "real" money, and he only flexes his writing abilities in Christmas letters and e-mails to family members. I want more though. I want to support myself 100% through writing. I want to publish books and articles and columns and do whatever it takes to become a self-supported writer.
Am I asking for too much? Probably. Does that mean I will give up the dream? Never.
I have also been analyzing myself--why do I love to write so much? Where did this come from? The answer: My father, without a doubt. He is a writer through and through. He can take something as dry and mundane as Christmas letters (My child won first place in his class spelling bee this year. He's a genius! I am filling out papers to send him Harvard straight away; he'll be the first child to go from 1st grade to college in one fell swoop!) and turn them into something hilarious. I have laughed so hard during one of my father's Christmas letters that I couldn't breathe.
The really fantastic thing is that everything he says is true. Well, his version of truth anyway. I think we covered that subject yesterday. My "creative" side most definitely came from my father. Anyway, I think most children say, "I want to be just like my father when I grow up" and for me, that is most definitely true in some aspects. The difference between us though, is that I want to support myself by writing. My father has a "real" job that pays him "real" money, and he only flexes his writing abilities in Christmas letters and e-mails to family members. I want more though. I want to support myself 100% through writing. I want to publish books and articles and columns and do whatever it takes to become a self-supported writer.
Am I asking for too much? Probably. Does that mean I will give up the dream? Never.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Welcome to my blog!
I have to admit, I have never bogged before. I have heard about it, yes, on TV and on the internet, but I haven't read but perhaps 10 blogs in all my life.
So why am I starting my own blog, you may ask? Because I am a born writer. I have been reading and writing since I was a small child, and all through elementary school, I entered into writing contests. In junior high, I even won a whole $50 in a writing contest, and I was so proud of myself. The fame, the fortune, the money that was coming my way! I blew my entire wad on candy and was sick for a whole week.
Somehow or another though, on my way to even more fame and fortune than I had already acheived, life sort of got in the way, and I decided that I needed to find a "real" job, where I could make "real" money. Which I am currently doing. But despite the regular checks coming in, I have found that I still miss my creative side. Where else but writing could you be rewarded for telling the story exactly how you want to tell it, even if it isn't exactly how it happened? In other aspects of life, this is called lying. In the writer's world, this is called being creative. I like being creative.
So welcome to the world as Hava sees it. You may not love all my blogs, but I will surely love writing them!
So why am I starting my own blog, you may ask? Because I am a born writer. I have been reading and writing since I was a small child, and all through elementary school, I entered into writing contests. In junior high, I even won a whole $50 in a writing contest, and I was so proud of myself. The fame, the fortune, the money that was coming my way! I blew my entire wad on candy and was sick for a whole week.
Somehow or another though, on my way to even more fame and fortune than I had already acheived, life sort of got in the way, and I decided that I needed to find a "real" job, where I could make "real" money. Which I am currently doing. But despite the regular checks coming in, I have found that I still miss my creative side. Where else but writing could you be rewarded for telling the story exactly how you want to tell it, even if it isn't exactly how it happened? In other aspects of life, this is called lying. In the writer's world, this is called being creative. I like being creative.
So welcome to the world as Hava sees it. You may not love all my blogs, but I will surely love writing them!
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