Having received all sorts of sensible and supportive advice about Erin, I sucked it up and began another band of Celtic creatures to finish up the back.
The Summer Reading Challenge starts on June 1st. You make up your own challenge for this. Last year it started off as a challenge to read every day and post about it. I realize that it doesn’t sound like much of a challenge, but summers have been intrinsically challenging for me for some time. This summer might also be, since I am jobhunting and perhaps will actually have a new job at some point this summer. But you can make your own challenge. Some people last year began with a list of things to read, or challenged themselves to read all their unread books, stuff like that. Sometimes a challenge will be thrown out — photograph the places you read, for example. As I recall, it was a nice little discipline for the summer.
This little creature may be too much of a challenge for me.
I joined Facebook to play Scrabble with my kids. I don’t really have time for Facebook, so — while I haven’t rejected any requests to be friends — I do ignore all the people the site offers me as friends, even though I know them, and I never post anything there.
Now that I am unemployed, I could perhaps be more friendly on Facebook, but I always feel that keeping up at Xanga is about all I can do in the way of online socializing.
However, I am friends with my daughters, and they invited me to join in the Zoo at Facebook. It seems harmless enough. You choose a little creature. My daughter plunked it down in San Francisco for me. I felt that I had done the cooperative thing.
No. These creatures get sad if you don’t play with them. You have to feed them. You have to earn ethereal coins to buy their food by playing with other people’s pets. You have to arrange for them to sleep. Yes, that is correct, they get all exhausted if you don’t push the sleeping button. They are in this way more trouble than real pets.
It’s cute, though.
Yesterday I made it to Sunday School for a few minutes. I have, this semester, been messing around with music during Sunday School time on most Sundays, and this summer I will be teaching the Jr. High Sunday School class, so I have missed the ladies int hat group. They asked me about my job hunt and I told them that I was still unemployed and would they let me know if they heard of any cool jobs.
“She only wants to know about cool jobs,” said one, who works at Wal-Mart. She later told us that she makes $9 an hour, and the others were impressed. One woman had retired with her income at $10.65 an hour. How can people live on $9 an hour? I honestly feel that I was just making ends meet in my previous job. One of the other ladies pointed out to me that I had a lot of advantages: a husband with a job that provides me with health insurance, skills that people are willing to pay for, freelance work while I search.
I acknowledged that I was being a brat about it. I also had to go play bells, so I acknowledged that I was only showing up for long enough to whine at them and then leaving.
I resolved to quit being a whiny brat about my unemployment. We’ll see how long that lasts. On the way out of church, one of the ladies invited me to her Triple Crown party. She requires gloves and hat. She told me to bring my girls — Girls, put it on your calendars.
I hear Triple Crown and thought alcohol. But I think she means the race.
@chanthaboune – She does mean the race, but it’s Myrdis so you know there’ll be alcohol. You’re invited.
When you feel you need it, take some time off, go in your room and shut the door and be a whiny brat for a while.
You’ll feel better, and you’ll be more able to NOT be a whiny brat a little more easily.
Not having a job is stressful.
My SIL gave me a webkinz or something for my birthday. A stuffed poodle Ethan and I named King Charles (Charlie for short). Ethan enjoyed himself quite a bit for several hours on day, aquiring furniture for Charlie by doing special tasks. I can see where one of those virtual pets would take up a lot of your time.
And, also, don’t you think you’re only like 3/4 unemployed, or maybe 1/2 unemployed — since you’re (a) working so hard to become employed; and (b) doing your freelance work?
One more thing: I think Erin will look nice with the Celtic Creatures on the back.
Ah, go ahead and whine about it. If you get to be too annoying someone will point it out. Everyone is entitled to some whining, its just plain natural. But when your done whining, pull a Mya Angelo and A Shirley Mclain (Like I do) and Rise up get Dancing as Fast as you can and get out there and show em how to go find a job. I find myself telling myself what Tim Gun would say on Project Runway, “Just Make it WORK”. I’ve had a really challenging time of it this past year and a half and its like I keep treading but it seems that I don’t get anywhere at work. I hate to say it and pardon my language but this economy SUCKS! People are loosing jobs there isn’t as much security its just a little scary. I chuckle to myself sometimes when they show those commercials on t.v. about retirement and they say things like what are you going to be doing with your retirement, yada, yada, and they show these gray haired white people on the golf course or getting out of a pool or walking and mucking it up on the beach. I mean what is that all about. I really am saddened at the plight of how homes arn’t homes any more. They have become investments and they arn’t homes any more. Thats just how I see it. Health care is there but it isn’t obtainable for everyone. Okay, let me stop I got carried away. Hang in there : )
only reason I have a facebook is because I have family from one of this continent to the other. I seldom post or check it – xanga is enough – but I upload all my pictures on facebook for family to see.
I feel the same way about myspace as you do about facebook. I only keep my myspace active so I can remain in touch with the handful of friends on there that I don’t see on a regular basis, and every month or so I entertain thoughts of shutting it down.
Despite all the trouble, I must say your little creature is quite cute. 🙂
Gloves and a hat! How genteel.