Get A How-To Manual…

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DIY…

I love DIY…

So much fun…

However…I still grab a manual…

Manuals are essential in the world of DIY…even if all you are making are hair dodads. At least to start; so you have an idea of how to apply chemicals and in which order you are to apply them…and most important…what not to do. From there you can make it your own, tweak it to your liking, add things…subtract things…substitution. The possibilities are endless in the world of DIY.

 

I will note that some things require a professional…like plumbing; heating; drywall and electrical…save yourself the aggravation and hire a professional.

 

 

 

 

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Living In The Now…

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Got to live in the now…

Absolutely plan for the future…but live in the now.

Living in the now means; embracing your life as it is now instead of reacting to it. Embrace yourself for who you are; not for who you were 10 or 15 years ago; or who you think you’ll be 10 or 15 years from now.

For me it’s embracing the facts:

I am 42 years old this year; my life isn’t where I thought it would be.

It’s also about embracing the fact that it’s okay that this is so.

Life is funny in that it never really turns out the way we want, but it does turn out the way we hoped it would but would never admit it.

So I task you…my ardent readers…with this…

Live In The Now…

Embrace Who You Are…

The Key is Practicing Your Craft Everyday…Even If It’s For Just Yourself.

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I think it was Stephen King who once said that in order to be a writer you have to write something everyday. I think this holds true for almost everything we do.

It’s how people can sometimes turn hobbies into actual careers. It’s practicing their craft…EVERY DAY.

I know there are plenty of people out there who do the 9-5 and are happy to do it; and we need those people. Because let’s face it; we need customer service reps, and managers. I’ve grumbled enough myself about not reaching a real live person on the other end of the phone line to ever truly embrace full automation of our society. I think that’s why I favour table top gaming over video gaming…that human interaction.

Still the 9-5 aside; there are those who while doing that 9-5 also have a side gig. Building Soap Box Racers (I still wish my dad would have let me have one); Gazebos; Backyard Play Sets, Etc. Their hobbies, if you will, that they have parlayed into some extra cash for a date night with the SO; or paying for hockey for their munchkins; or as is the case here in my hometown…money to see you through because you or your SO have lost your main source of income.

So keep practicing your craft whatever it may be…

For as it’s also been said…

Practice does make perfect…

 

Good Enough To F*CK…Too Fat To Date…

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At the start of the last contract job I had I decided to put myself out into the Dating Stream again. I signed up for a couple of online dating accounts…

If you want to destroy any confidence you have in yourself when it comes to this type of thing…join an online dating site. These are guaranteed to whittle away any self worth you possess.

I posted a ‘head shot’ on my profile; along with a couple of snaps of my cute doggo’s and my grubby pickup.

I was super jazzed with the responses from guys…

Telling me I am beautiful and sexy…how much fun it is to talk to me, how they love getting to know me…

Then I posted a full body photo of this bodaciously, voluptuous bod…and…

*Crickets*

Then…

‘So, you wanna hook up?’

*sigh*

I hear you loud and clear SINGLE guys…

‘I’ll totally f*ck you but no way in hell would I ever date you…’ is what you are telling me. When I called a would-be ‘partner’ out on this his response was ‘Fair Assessment.’ Alright…here is another fair assessment…’You’re Wasting My Time…’

Needless to say this dude is in the rear view mirror…’See Ya!’

Or…we’ll be rolling along well then…POOF!…they vanish. No response…nothing…and I’m here going…Well Shit…What did I do wrong? Was it something I said? This happens a lot…actually it happens every single time…and I have been assured that it wasn’t me, but when something consistently happens and the only constant in the equation is me…then Me is the issue.

Or perhaps its not?   I’m a fairly confident person, and I seem to have a knack for bouncing back from set backs. I sometimes wonder if these men on these dating sites see a large girl and think she’ll be grateful when some guy asks for a Hook Up. FYI fellas…we’re not grateful…we’re actually annoyed…even irritated by your arrogance.

There is always an exception…someone who not only Talks the Talk but Walks the Walk. Started talking to a guy – I’ll call him RoofTop Monkey Man (sounds better than Roof Butcher…or Eater of Spitz); seem to get on pretty well; even managed to survive one of my less than stellar moments when a GETFTFTD response from someone upset my calm (I am sorry about that dude, I usually can keep a handle on it) and yet for all his interest…he seems…Not Interested. I hope he hasn’t injured himself on the job again, I have no right to worry about him but I do. I hope one day he’ll talk to me more…until then…

I’ll sort through the ongoing messages of…

Good Enough To Fuck…Too Fat To Date…

 

 

 

 

When You Don’t Fit The Mold…

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Amazing the small things that make you realize that things aren’t quite right…

Tonight I was changing the bed linen; weekly thing you understand…but tonight was different. I pulled out a long disused doona (duvet) cover, one I used when I was home last time. Haven’t used it much this time home as I have been using ones my mom had gifted me. Same with the quilt on my bed, one my mom made. Tonight I switched it out to the one I had on my bed before my latest return. Suddenly the vibe changed, it was as if I had come back from an extended trip, even though I have lived in this house for 3 years. As much I do like the other items…they aren’t really ME. I felt a strange sense of peace…which I haven’t had in ages. Almost as if the essence of ME had been tucked away in the trunk with these linens.

It made me realize what has been trying to get my attention all along…I don’t fit in the mold that others (more specifically…My Mother) feel I should be in. I have seen glimpses of where I should be here and there…but for the most part I have been trying to stuff myself into a life that isn’t for me to live.

I returned the quilt to my mother…and I felt a weight lift off my shoulders…the doona cover will go into the trunk once it’s been washed…and I will carry on down the path meant for me.

 

 

 

Amazing What You Learn…

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When you step out of the usual…

 

I have learned that people are completely ridiculous. That the general public seem to think they can treat people who serve others like pieces of trash is quite frankly appalling. That businesses do actually have to post signs saying verbal abuse of staff is not tolerated because the general public don’t think twice about verbally abusing the person they are facing – who incidentally had nothing to do with the situation the client is currently in they were just the unfortunate soul who was working at the front desk.

I learned exactly what I bring to the ‘Table’ as it were when it comes to getting the job done – regardless of what people say, I have the skills still…and no amount of time is going to change that; nor will a piece of paper enhance that – and that getting the job done without fan fair gets noticed.

I have learned that contract work isn’t as bad as I once thought and that full-time at one company for an extended period of time isn’t as appealing as it’s made out to be.

I have learned that even if the ‘Captain’ of the ‘Ship’ is a complete twit; the ‘Crew’ can still get the job done if enough of the ‘Crew’ knows what they are doing.

I have learned that when you change your ‘course’ those around you will sometimes try and change you back to your old heading…but stay the ‘new course’ for it may be the adventure of a life time.

 

New Frontiers…

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After being unemployed for over a year…I have finally found employment!!!

Super excited!!

It’s a short contract…and that’s okay.

I’ll take it…

It’s dipping the toes back in the lake as it were…to help me get use to dealing with people again, as the last year I have spent mostly talking to the dogs…and my mom about the dogs…and their poop. It happens…dogs, as do we humans, should they have a malaise of some kind it’s usually evident in their poop. It is also indicative if my girls have had a dietary indiscretion (pretty sure they both managed to eat a raisin…which is seriously bad for them…and if it wasn’t a raisin then it was the bacon…)

I am hopeful about this new opportunity…

While I am hopeful I still struggle with the negative thoughts in my mind…

The ones that say I am going to fail at this job…

The ones that say I am rubbish and will be fired immediately…

I have to work hard to get rid of those thoughts…they are deeply rooted in my mind…

I know in my heart I will overcome these thoughts…

It is HARD work…I will do it…