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I know that sounds a bit too gleeful, and I suppose it is in some ways. We’ve had live in LDS Missionaries on and off (usually on) for something like four or more months and if I were to be entirely honest? I was counting the days until they moved out.

For those of you who don’t know, and Thor knows if you know me you already know this because I have a big mouth, the Missionaries were staying with us to avoid living in their tiny apartment while they waited for our Carriage House to Apartment project to be completed. From what I understand Mom and her Hubbs had gotten permission from either the stake or the mission leaders to do this and they sunk more than a few thousand into the project, then were told at the last minute that it was decided that the missionaries would stay elsewhere. That sucks an all-beef or two as it is, but then some big wicked fight broke out between the local branch of the LDS church and Mom/Hubbs, and the Missionaries are in the middle of it. And everyone is throwing their hands up as if they don’t know how it happened. Retarded.

I’ve said for years that I like Mormons. I don’t have any problem with them, their religion, etc. and I think by and large they’re good people. No more. I’m done with Mormons. I don’t want to talk to them, no new Missionaries, no fellowshipping. Fuck no. I don’t even want them in my house and if they so much as drive down my street I’ll feel the urge to kill, lol.

They’ve put us through so much from day one, and from day one Yvonne and I always had their back. People would tell us here that they learned in church that Latter Day Saints are a cult, and we’d try to educate them about it using what little we know. My mom would yell at them about religion and we’d say, “Calm down, for shit’s sake it’s not that big a deal.” — of course, she never did calm down. But when someone would say something nasty or untrue about Mormons in general, we would always set them straight and now I feel so stupid for that. Because of the many times they’ve ruined a little of my life, from spreading dangerous rumors to pushing my sister and I around and treating us like garbage. All of this done without any provocation.

I provoke the hell out of people now, it’s fun for me. But when I was expected to go to church and be a good little Mormon I didn’t even swear. There was a time, a mythical time, long ago and far away when I was a very good Christian, even if I didn’t believe or agree with it. Maybe they made my life hell because my mother is who she is, I don’t know, lol.

But it’s over, thank the thundering Gods, and I don’t have to deal with it anymore. But our Missionaries came to their last dinner with us last night, and it was nice to see them even after all that bull shit. I’m going to miss them both, I wish them well in their new areas and hope for the best with their new companions.

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Well, I’m having a decent birthday – I got a little wad of extra cash from Hubbs and Mom, which is going to help *so* much, especially this time of year. We didn’t celebrate today (well, not with Mom and Hubbs), they wanted to celebrate early for some reason so we went to China King in Bethany on Sunday, and it’s my new favorite I think.

Yvonne and I did get to run around town a little, we got this and that but the coolest thing we were able to get were Albany Warriors mints and lip balm, as well as a good stash for dinner. So glad Hy-Vee is selling the rotisserie chickens now.

Unfortunately, like all my birthdays, today I found out that I’ve got yet more work to do and it’s due yesterday. This always happens, I can deal with the work but not the stress of everything being last minute! They have to know, at least once in awhile, that they’re going to need me to make logos, websites, etc. before it’s already due. Annoyed!

Oh well, such is the life of freelance, eh? I wonder if I should inform the union? Lol.

EDIT: Added a few pics of the last of my birthday cake – awful pics, I hate that camera!

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76765412 618a458105 m Well I’m coming down from a few days at the hospital where my mom was admitted to ICU following a collapse. I don’t want to get into details, but it was pretty bad, we thought we were going to lose her for several days. I’d be there right now if Hubbs hadn’t decided to go back on his own (to be honest, I have the sneaking suspicion it’s because I put up a fight when she refuses treatment).

Anyway, we’re there for like 5 days and Mike was given a list of things to do – 4 things. He didn’t do *anything* in almost a week, AT ALL, and because of that we now have to go back to the schedule of 5 am walks for the dog and mild work throughout the day just to get things done. Unfortunately it really cuts into my sleep time, and I have to work, too. I’m having a hell of a time adjusting back to it.

On top of that living at the hospital cleaned me out, we’re entirely out of cash and my hosting bills are due today so my site may go ‘poof’ for a few days while I try to make the money to renew for the month.

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Today’s my gorgeous sister’s 29th birthday and we’re, for some reason, doing what mom and hubbs want to do for her birthday (she just wants to stay home but instead she’ll be on the road all day to KC to go out to eat). But we blind sighted them and had her birthday the day before with a little ice cream and some white cupcakes (MUST be white, Yvonne and I are no respecters of chocolate cake).

Mike’s going for his first day at work at Breadeaux in Cameron, which is so weird but I think it’ll do him a ton of good. If he talks back to anyone, though, I’ll beat his ass. Seriously, he’ll have the weirdest death ever – the police will find him at the end of a Wendy’s drive-thru with his shoe laces tied together and his pants around his ankles, and one of those Ringu terror looks on his face.

Um, actually if he turns up missing, I never said that. In fact, you don’t even know me.

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It’s been two weeks and I’ve had precious little work contact with Them, at least the new header graphic and flash are approved as well as most of the theme (honestly, the theme is the hardest part of a website – I can’t believe it was done so far ahead of the content).

The update here is that they’re finally — hopefully — getting their act together. We need to work on it, and they’ve kept me waiting and now I hear from them that somehow I’ve dropped the ball because they won’t do their part. I can’t read their minds, I hope they realize this. I can’t come up with content out of thin air in a field I have no prior experience in. Hopefully this is almost over, I’m quite tired of being blamed for their lack of work ethic.

At any rate the project website is almost done, once it is I’ll be posting a preview. And yes it’s totally professional to talk about family this way, lol.

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I seriously need to stop working for my mother. I swear to the thundering gods, she has no effing idea what she’s doing at any given moment of the day and were I not halfway decent at my job (and kind of a hard ass about work) nothing would get done at all.

Right now she’s been having me work on her website for two weeks, in which time I’ve gotten the theme nearly complete (just need them to OK it), set up the scripts, updated the scripts, found cheap but professional resources and spent countless hours trying to figure out what it is she wants. She didn’t even send me the info for the pages until yesterday, and every time I see her or Hubbs I get the hairy eyeball as if I am the one responsible for their work not being done? Hello, I can’t make up the content off of the top of my head! I kind of need them to tell me what they want on those pages or else it’ll end up a mess.

What am I saying? It’s already a mess! I’m so tired of being their scapegoat, they need to get off their asses and do something – anything! But, as Jerry Blank once said, I don’t know if they want to put extra effort into something they want. They want it done magically, poof, which is fine but admit you’re that kind of person. I’m kind of tired of hearing them go on and on about how hard they work when they can’t even rinse off a dish by themselves. I just got a call from them saying that we, once again, can’t sit down and work on this together because they’ve decided on the fly to stay in Cameron for the night. What the HELL?

On top of that they’ve frelled up Yvonne and my days by re-arranging Mike’s sleeping patterns and chores, so instead of him being punished for the stupid thing he did *we* end up punished and he gets more free time. ARGH.

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*big whiff* Ahh, don’t you just love that new website smell? It’s like someone opened a fresh jar of peaches, isn’t it? Like summer lies ahead or some other such fun rot, and I’m starting this at the best possible time of year – Moon Festival is over and Halloweenie is only a month away. I’d love to say time’s flown over the summer but it just dragged on – who cares? Fall is here!

I’m trying to rack my brain here, hoping to come up with some genius niche for this blog but I have the feeling it’s going to be one of those dummy blogs where I just rant about nothing – which is kind of always the way it goes with me. Hmm, maybe I should talk to someone about all of this directionless rage? Then again, if I could focus it, and make it not so direction-less I may be able to start controlling ants with my mind. If that ever happens it’s only a matter of time before I’ll be giving my orders from a throne made out of Japanese host boys in my secret lair in Anaheim. Oh, come on. Don’t get all freaked out – who doesn’t love host boys?

Anyway, the balmy, sunny days are more or less behind us and there’s a nice, crisp breeze wafting into my room right now. It’s still fairly green outside but the sugar maples are turning that special kind of golden and the pears are almost ready to be picked. It’s going to be a cold winter, but since I can’t have palm trees and host boys just yet, here’s hoping it’s a decent fall.

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