2 posts tagged “writing”

• It looks like I'm taking a job, a full-time copywriting, proofreading, project tracking job for a big toy company's graphic design department.
• Our chickens have started laying, which is very early, and confirms my suspicions that we are all much happier in our new home. Such teeny, tiny eggs.
  
• The love and marriage section (in feng shui terms) of our new home is partly missing, partly in a bathroom, partly housing an unused refrigerator, partly housing the cat litter box.
• This explains why Chris and I have been so inexplicably at each others' throats since we got here. I know stress from moving and all that, but wow. It's amazing we're still breathing.
• I've had the day to myself, and can't focus on anything for more than a few minutes, so I have dozens of half-started projects, and not a single one finished.
• I've been feeling pretty old and worn out looking lately, and would love to find something to help me change my less than sexy attitudes about myself.
• Please don't tell me that it comes from within. I already know that and I think I've misplaced my *within.*
• I need to make some effort to play around with the vox features...audio? video? books? photos? collections? too much!
  

I'm not sure why I'm adding in yet another online spot for myself, my life is crazy busy and only sure to get busier in the next few weeks, but I'm lured in by the bright and shiny interface. I can't help myself. I'm an addict. I now have two blogs Her Able Hands, The Wife Within, an inactive lj space, a monthly spot at DotMoms, a blog starting at ClubMom (for a little $, no less) and now this space. Plus the several listserves I'm part of.

Now I'm looking at the possibility of a full-time job pretty quick here, and the one thing I most want to ask is in my interview is "do I have continuous internet service at my desk? On a Mac?"

Probably not the best foot to start off on, but there you have it.

I need to get somebody to take another photo of me, the more I look at this one, the more I want to smack myself in the face. What a ponce.

We just moved from a big ranch in the country to a small cottage (not too small...just smaller than what we had) in a small city. I'm still living with boxes and disorganization, and a daily drive to the country to get more stuff. We need to move our 11 hens over, and the rabbit. Then we can begin our urbanish homesteading project in earnest. I love it here. Love. It.

Now I just need to get my music hooked up, some planting done, and the office a little more permanently situated here in the basement, and I'll be cooking with gas. Oh, I'm finally cooking on a gas range again, and it's sublime. How I missed it.