Neon Angel

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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The Boy is at it again. I don’t know if he thinks I’ll be easier on him if he breaks down or if he’s doing it to relieve stress (you know, like how dogs bark to alleviate excess energy?), but he’s stressing me out to a crazy extent and it’s way too batshit early in the morning for him to be doing this.

Here’s exactly what I asked him to do:

1. Get a client on the phone at some point today.
2. Get me a phone number he was supposed to give me 2 days ago.
3. Clean up a back porch that’s not even as big as a car (seriously).
4. Finish picking up walnuts outside if he has time.

That did it, that brought on the tears. I feel for him but at the same time I can’t feel for him, because I’m 90% sure it’s an act to gain my sympathy and get out of his chores – and I hate it that he tries to play me like that. Are you reading this, Boy? It ain’t working, so quit it.

It just bugs me, because I feel bad enough that I have to be somewhat strict with him now (I assure you, he gave us no choice – the less he has to do, the more attitude and hostility he has on top of the laziness). But it has to be done, he needs to start pulling his weight or I’ll effing kill him, because at this point I am so tired, stressed and worried that I’m at a breaking point.

On top of all this, one of the fish is dead – this might not sound like a big deal to you, but it is I assure you. According to The Boy, he was alive last night (survived I guess all summer OUTSIDE in a kiddie pool with no issues) and now he’s gone, just like that. Kid swears he was fine yesterday, the he made sure to feed them but now he’s gone – something’s up. I’m about to start screaming. TOO much Yang, too much Yang, one thing after another. I need a more harmonious life.

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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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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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