Tidbits

I’m in no shape to write anything useful or clever this morning, so I’m just throwing out a few tidbits until I can think more rationally, perhaps later today. I apologize in advance for my rotten mood and very unladylike language.

What a dick….

Never, ever discuss money with your ex when you’ve only had an hour of sleep. Where, oh where to put all this frustration?? Can’t dump it back on him. Can’t tell Zeze what a jerk her dad is. So the frustration just sits there. Color my mood seriously black and discombobulated.

Gender Bending at the Steak ‘n Shake

I love, love, love our Steak ‘n Shake. It’s open all the time and it employs numerous gay men, lesbians, and at least one transgendered person in a suburban area where we are very invisible.

So, am I going to tell you which Steak ‘n Shake it is? Not on your life! I don’t want it to go the way of my favorite Denny’s, which had several rather colorful crossdressing waitresses. Alas, that was a truly fun Denny’s until word got out to management what a great place it was.

It’s singing season again.

Like, on stage and everything. Our gay and lesbian mixed chorus is putting on its annual cabaret and I get to do a lot more than last year, which I’m very, very pleased about (last year I was an Oompah Loompah…). Meanwhile, it’s the 25th anniversary of the lesbian chorus here, and I’m also in a smaller ensemble called the Melodivas. So I’m busy learning music. The rehearsal schedule will be murder for the next few weeks, but singing gives me energy and there are very few activities that do that.

Car insurance hell

I have now been without a car now since October. Today I’m in the mood to name names: SafeAuto sucks the sucky big one. I am not in safe hands and no elk is standing on a mountain waiting to lead me out of the wilderness. Somewhere in hell there must be a special place reserved for insurance adjusters like mine.

Still, there’s hope…

Ok, quick update. Started out in a trailer. Then got a house. Now back into a trailer for various reasons having to do with termites. Long story full of my own and others’ stupidity and perhaps a touch of fraud. Yesterday, Docwife put a deposit on a manufactured home to place on our 10 acres of mud. We now wait for financing which is possible but by no means certain. I am cautiously optimistic, which is to say I’m afraid to memorize the floor plan just yet.

And on the brink of something really big…

I am almost, almost ready to cut my ties to formal employment and freelance full-time. It’s a big step, and a scary step, but for lots of reasons I feel just about ready for it. Right now – the end-stages of my day job – it’s extremely difficult because I’ve got a fairly hefty writing load on top of my full-time job. So I’m working very hard right now, which is why I haven’t been able to post every day. Something’s got to give pretty soon. I would prefer it not be my sanity. But I’m grateful I’ve come this far. And on resumes of all things! Who woulda thought?

So, alrighty then. Having pounded this poor little keyboard into submission, I’m ready to get back to work without thinking too much of old What’s His Face, the creep. He still got me good, all right, but at least I’m feeling a little better.

Have a happy Wednesday, everyone!