Month: May 2004

I got a pile of trash (mostly construction debris) off the driveway and into the trailer so I can take it to the dump. I need to make 3 such trips this week to prepare for guests. I have an impossible amount of work to do, the money is gone, and I need to spend every waking moment trying to get work.

I have a networking opportunity tomorrow with a group of old associations/friends that could help but at the same time I need to be at Tommy’s psychologist appointment. Perhaps I could show up for 15 minutes then meet Cathy, Amy and Tommy at the appointment. That would accomplish both while not having to buy lunch at a restaraunt and not getting caught up in old gossip.

I made calls today regarding work — that was good. I should have made calls until my ears bleed — not good.

Just checked in with the recruiters and each of them said they’ve got me in the hands of 2 potential hiring managers and “end of the week” is a possibility for interviews. I hope my phones still work at the “end of the week.” There is also “another possibility” out there with one of the recruiters. And I’ve got my own searching that is supposed to have me an interview this week. That puts us at 5.5 possibilities with potential salaries ranging from $45k/yr to $80k/yr.

Lottery is Wednesday…

Amy is having a rough time.

The end is near. Hitting rock bottom AGAIN!

My mind is distracted with something I want to do and cluttered with the array of things I need to be doing.

This morning Amy wiped her eye while eatting a powdered doughnut and ran to me crying “baby boo boo!” I used the magic words “Daddy kiss it” and kissed her gently then asked “All better?” She said “all better” and walked off happy.

What a feeling!

They certainly added some interesting features as described in The Great Blogger Relaunch

My personal favorites are:

Built-in comments I still like Haloscan but I think I may experiment with Blogger’s commenting. Blogger’s system give you the ability to limit commenting to registered Blogger users, or allow anyone to commment, or only allow team members (for group blogging) to comment. The do not have trackback and to transition from Haloscan to Blogger’s comments would mean losing all my past comments. I think I may experiment with the new features in a new blog and then decide how to more forward. This feature certainly changes my pet project of writing a commenting system.

Post Page Archiving This is cool. Every post now ends up as its own page if you turn this on. So instead of using a permalink (which makes the entire archive load and waits until after the load before jumping down the page) you can now have every post with its own url. I’m a little torn on this one because it reads as if it will read like a Xanga post where you are looking at the one post and its comments but don’t have a clear way to return to the surrounding posts for the full story. Fortunately Blogger thought of this and has added Conditional Tags so that if you are on an archive page it gives you a quick way to return to the main blog.

And Posting by email In what looks like a system borrowed from Phlog Blogger now allows posts from email. If your email, such as a cellphone, tags an advertisement or other text to the end you can tell blogger when to stop by putting #end into your message. Blogger does not support picture attachments yet so I don’t think we can combine Phlog and Blogger quite yet but I bet it comes soon.

Judgment still out:

Profile Tags These allow you to use a tag like <$BlogOwnerLastName$> to show your last name. The benefit of course being that if your last name ever changes you can make that change in your settings and the change will be reflected in all your psots. These don’t really excite me.

There is still much to experiment with and learn to use. Good job Blogger!

I was just about to go lie down again. Amy has announced herself. I guess it’s playtime for me for the next hour and a half. Perhaps I can get some cleaning done in the kitchen while she plays. Excedirin Migraine has caffeine in it! And it might take some of the ache out of my legs and arms! No. I’ll a hot tea.

I want a coffee..but we are out of coffee. So I pace.

A New Day!

Let’s start the day off with a PayPal donation link:

This Morning

Woke at 5 and slept lightly until 5:50. Although ready to go I didn’t want to go.

Last Night

Blogger was being updated so I didn’t get the afternoon/evening blogged.

I washed the car that had been loaned to us.

We joined the church crowd for Mother’s Day lunch at CiCi’s Pizza Buffet. Cathy was given a rose by each of the other children. How wonderful! We used this gathering as an opportunity to return the loaner car. Now we are down to the Jeep and the station wagon until I can get the tags worked out on the Dodge Neon which needs to happen quickly. It needs tags, one taillight, insurance and a professional detailing. It could probably stand to have all fluids changed and a tune-up.

After CiCi’s, Sarah and Noah went with their grandparents for choir practice and

we dropped Tommy off at the house where he napped and played video games. Amy, Cathy and I went shopping for birthday goody bag supplies. Amy was a horror. We left a wake of destruction in every store!

We returned home around dinner time and I rushed out to wash the station wagon (Mercury Sable). The cars needed cleaning badly. I did not get to the interiors of either the station wagon or the loaner.

After dinner and getting the kids down my sore body longed to lie in bed. We found easter eggs on the Futurama Season 3 dvds. Much fun!

I am completely botching Mother’s Day. I am not making Cathy feel special at all.

Now I am heading out to wash the car that was loaned to us and we’ve since abused the privilege of having it. I want to get it cleaned out and washed to return today but I feel like Cathy would prefer the work be done on our house. Everything I do has internal conflict for me. I want to be cleaning our cars but I need to be cleaning this car. I want to be baking a cake and doing things for Cathy but I need to be taking out trash and washing the floors. I want to be buying her things but I am not producing income.

The stress makes my heart feel weak.