Alright, this post is going to be a total whine party, so if you don’t like that sort of thing, you should probably read elsewhere…. ’cause I am totally upset and I feel a need to spew….
I may or may not have written here how we moved “back home” from Virginia because we were miserable there, and my husband decided to quit his job and start his own business. He has been in this industry for ages, and loves the actual work, but he’s tired of the corporate BS….. We had moved to VA because he’d been laid off – twice – and we HAD to go elsewhere to find work. Well, so we thought. Had we been slightly more intelligent, we’d have thought of starting our own business before we moved everything we owned 2,500 miles across country… just to move it 2,500 miles back…. duh. Maybe at that rate we could’ve kept our home, instead of having to short-sale it and still owe $25,000. on a house we no longer own…. sigh…..
Anyway, one day while in Virginia I was whining (not really, just complaining... there is a difference!) and my parents lovingly suggested we get the heck out of the East and could stay with them while we got back on our feet. Totally gracious of them. So here we are. And I’m grateful. Honestly. But I really, really want to move out and have my own place!! I am faaaar too old to live with mom and dad. I mean, I have a kid of my own. And that husband guy….
So… we’ve been working getting the business up and running. We’ve seen the attorney, gotten all our paperwork and registrations and licensing and blah-di-blah-di-blah. Dotting the “i’s” and crossing the “t’s”. Printing up forms, decals on the truck, getting a uniform embroidered. The whole 9 yards.
Before all this could happen, we had to choose a name (obviously). We put a lot of thought into it, and after we decided what we wanted we did some research, just to be sure no one else had that same name locally. Only 1 guy had a very similar name, and as far as we could tell was no longer in business – he had no phone book listing, no ads, no web site, nothing. Only the name registered with the state… and there are thousands of businesses who have gotten a business license with the state but who are no longer in business. So, we ran with it. Later, we had a guy my husband knows tell us that yeah, this guy is still in business.. but, he doesn’t really do the same stuff we are going to do… same industry, different work, if you follow that. Like, we both are in the apparel business, but I only sell dresses and he only sells shoes…. got it? We wouldn’t be stealing each other’s customers. (and, no. we aren’t in the clothing business…. :-)…)
All of a sudden, this guy has a web page. (not nearly as nice or as professional as ours I might add!). And, he called my husband and is threatening to sue us! Seriously. I don’t think he has any grounds, honestly…. but I’m no legal whiz. We are going to call our attorney and figure out what the heck… but, in the meantime, we are sort of “grounded”… when I got the call today, I was in the process of lacing up my shoes to go out and put out flyers advertising the business, hoping for some customers. No customers, no getting my own home, you know?
I was already depressed and uptight when I got up this morning. Now I am depressed, uptight, and pissed off. Nice combo.
Now I really want a cookie.
Do you ever look back at the end of a day and think “dang, I wasted this entire day?” I had one of those tonight. I’m not sure what the deal is, but I’ve been in a funk all day. Actually, for several days. All I want to do is curl up with a good book and a lot of junk food. A LOT of junk food. Saturday night I stayed up ’til 4:30 in the morning, reading. (I’m reading “The Help” and it’s really hard to put down!) Today I took it into the bathroom with me (one of the downsides of living with your parents is that you feel like you’re not really allowed ‘down time’… like it would be wrong of me to just sit and read, instead of “doing” something… so, I very often end up reading in the bathroom because, well, no one is going to fault you for having to take a potty break, right? Which is why I was up so late reading the other night… I hardly read at all during the daytime.) anyhow, I sat in there so long my butt was soooore! And someone finally yelled at me, figuring I’d fallen in or something. Geez. But, the deal is, I’ve been feeling really, really good about the fact that I made it through the entire holiday season (Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years) without gaining even one single pound… I mean, that’s awesome, right?! But now all of a sudden it’s like I can’t cram enough sugar and salt down my throat… I’m not sure what’s going on. It’s not like I was feeling all deprived about the holidays – I was just really proud of myself. Can’t be having any of that, I guess. The one thing I’ve got going for me is that my mom hardly has any sort of interesting (read yummy and bad for you) food in the house. That’s not how she rolls, I guess. Which is probably why she doesn’t have any “rolls”…. me, I could start a tire factory. I guess the good thing is, since I have to go somewhere to buy the stuff I am craving, it’s not happening nearly as often as I’d like. Which is
Alright! There, made ya look!
So, I’m feeling desperate about getting some ‘views’ on my blog …not sure why, since it’s been ages since my blog was “popular”… and that was by ‘Windows Live Spaces’ standards, so that probably isn’t saying so much. Still, there was a time I tracked all my views and who had seached for me, and I loved when lots of people were reading my blog. (In fact, I had rather grand plans of becoming so popular I could make a living off of it… but then I suppose my content would have to be waaay more interesting…. still, a girl can dream). Which is weird when you consider my blog is sort of just like a diary, and didn’t we all get really pissed off when anyone snuck in and read our diary? So, yeah. But…hey… make me happy. Read my blog. Come back tomorrow. Bring a friend. I’ll try to find something interesting to say!
I could probably say it’s because I’m fat and finding new clothing stinks. Or I could say it’s because I am
old no longer a youngster and I just don’t care as much. And there would be some truth to either of those; however, I wouldn’t say “hate” just for those reasons…. hate is a strong word, y’ know? So the whole truth of the matter is a thing I call the Cloning of our Daughters.
Yeah. I took my daughter to the mall a couple days ago. Which is sort of like mom-torture. But she had a Christmas gift card burning a hole in her pocket so I agreed to take her…. with the caveat that I’d sit on a bench outside the store while she and her BFF shopped. I saw them safely inside the store then meandered down to Starb*cks for a lovely, lovely mocha (there is some good in the mall) then I sat and watched the kids… girls… teens and twenty-somethings (with an occasional “lady-you-are-too-old-to-shop-in-that-store” tossed in for good measure) walk in and out of this particular girlie dream store. What I saw was a whole mess of identically clothed young ladies. (Each probably hoping to “express her own style”, whattya bet?) Maybe ten percent of these girls actually had her own style… the rest were just dressing exactly like one another, I suppose in hopes of fitting in and looking cool. My daughter used to have her own style, her own sense of what was “cute” and “fun”… people used to comment on it all the time… how “refreshing” it was to see. Now she’s just another slave-to-the-industry-clone like the rest of them.
I find this terribly sad. Not to mention boring! .
I’m falling for this little guy in spite of myself! He’s crazy and annoying and, well, he’s a cat! Enough said. But I love him!
Dang, he’s a funny little guy! He’s all cat! Not that that’s a good thing… but I guess it’s not all bad, either!