The Update Thing
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reymonkeyI really meant to post before now, but I haven't had a lot of keyboard time.
The aardvark pirate picture sold off Etsy last week, which is the first thing we've managed to sell off Etsy. Clearly we're not marketing well enough. There's a church bazaar this upcoming weekend we're hoping to sell some stuff at too.
Did the kidsitting thing again today, and this time it was just the little one. She slept through the entire puppet show, so I got to watch. That was just amazing. Easiest babysitting ever! She even slept through most of disassembling the set so we got done in a hurry. Now the really fun part is that before we got set up, the building lost power. Tegwyn was unphased but it was early lunch for the little kids and the room with the stage we were using doubles as the cafeteria. The kids were screaming, and then later when we turned out the main lights for the puppet show (lots of stage lights still on) the kids freaked a little because they thought it was happening again. Whee! Of course we didn't really have to deal with any of it, so it was just kind of funny. I was told that when they got in the truck Teg said 'Get Rey!' and then 'Rey's house!' when they pulled up. She is advancing amazingly fast. Last week you'd point out a horse and it was 'horse!' or a picture of hay in her books 'hay!' This week you point out a horse and she goes 'people ride it!' or the hay 'cows eat it!'
Then the kicker, we pull up to the house, and I pick up my coat off the seat and Teg starts crying 'Rey's house!!!', fussing and very upset because I was leaving.
OMG.
Don't look at me like that.
Shut up.
I have no biological clock.
I don't like kids.
Just Heidi's kids.
I did the dentist asessment thing, and I'm approved as a patient which should be a good thing, except the one guy that looked over my teeth referred to my cavity as a 'whopper' (very tactful sir, thanks), and said I might need that thing which begins with the letter 'R' and ends in OHAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH! and which costs more than I have in the bank.
I may have even less in the bank by then, depending how my court date over the fender bender goes next week.
Christmas is coming up. What the hell do I do for Christmas if I'm going to have to borrow money just to keep from going in the hole between cavity and traffic ticket? I have no credit cards, no savings, nothing valuable enough to hock for money. The traffic ticket alone, if I have to pay it, is more than a week's unemployment payment.
I don't actually have anything made for the bazaar this upcoming weekend. Oops.
Trying to keep busy, and dodge that kicked in the head feeling, and pray I guess. I've been unemployed over Christmas before, but there wasn't this stuff of no savings and traffic tickets and cavities oh my.
Friday night/Saturday morning at about 4:30 AM there was a knock on the door. We figure it's partly because there's a lamp we tend to leave on all the time downstairs, so we looked likely to be up. There was this... I'm sorry, kid. She can't have been more than eighteen. I seriously hope she was at least eighteen.
With her two month old baby.
The father of her baby, evidently, had dumped her in the apartment complex, and we really don't know the story beyond that. Maybe they had a fight in the car? She was understandably scared and pretty quiet, but she didn't ask for money or anything that suspicious. There was a very specific address she wanted to get to, and she basically didn't know what to do. Bridgie and I, being the relatively unintimidating lesbian pair who both look younger than they are, drove her there. It turned out to be in the East End and I'd never been over there, so it was essentially me driving in the dark and light rain at five in the morning, with Bridgie peering at my scribbled directions off MapQuest. We got there, and watched until someone let her in. The scary bit is she said this is her second baby and she was afraid social services would take it away too. We don't know any more than that. What else could we do? It was all a little surreal.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled internets.
The aardvark pirate picture sold off Etsy last week, which is the first thing we've managed to sell off Etsy. Clearly we're not marketing well enough. There's a church bazaar this upcoming weekend we're hoping to sell some stuff at too.
Did the kidsitting thing again today, and this time it was just the little one. She slept through the entire puppet show, so I got to watch. That was just amazing. Easiest babysitting ever! She even slept through most of disassembling the set so we got done in a hurry. Now the really fun part is that before we got set up, the building lost power. Tegwyn was unphased but it was early lunch for the little kids and the room with the stage we were using doubles as the cafeteria. The kids were screaming, and then later when we turned out the main lights for the puppet show (lots of stage lights still on) the kids freaked a little because they thought it was happening again. Whee! Of course we didn't really have to deal with any of it, so it was just kind of funny. I was told that when they got in the truck Teg said 'Get Rey!' and then 'Rey's house!' when they pulled up. She is advancing amazingly fast. Last week you'd point out a horse and it was 'horse!' or a picture of hay in her books 'hay!' This week you point out a horse and she goes 'people ride it!' or the hay 'cows eat it!'
Then the kicker, we pull up to the house, and I pick up my coat off the seat and Teg starts crying 'Rey's house!!!', fussing and very upset because I was leaving.
OMG.
Don't look at me like that.
Shut up.
I have no biological clock.
I don't like kids.
Just Heidi's kids.
I did the dentist asessment thing, and I'm approved as a patient which should be a good thing, except the one guy that looked over my teeth referred to my cavity as a 'whopper' (very tactful sir, thanks), and said I might need that thing which begins with the letter 'R' and ends in OHAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH! and which costs more than I have in the bank.
I may have even less in the bank by then, depending how my court date over the fender bender goes next week.
Christmas is coming up. What the hell do I do for Christmas if I'm going to have to borrow money just to keep from going in the hole between cavity and traffic ticket? I have no credit cards, no savings, nothing valuable enough to hock for money. The traffic ticket alone, if I have to pay it, is more than a week's unemployment payment.
I don't actually have anything made for the bazaar this upcoming weekend. Oops.
Trying to keep busy, and dodge that kicked in the head feeling, and pray I guess. I've been unemployed over Christmas before, but there wasn't this stuff of no savings and traffic tickets and cavities oh my.
Friday night/Saturday morning at about 4:30 AM there was a knock on the door. We figure it's partly because there's a lamp we tend to leave on all the time downstairs, so we looked likely to be up. There was this... I'm sorry, kid. She can't have been more than eighteen. I seriously hope she was at least eighteen.
With her two month old baby.
The father of her baby, evidently, had dumped her in the apartment complex, and we really don't know the story beyond that. Maybe they had a fight in the car? She was understandably scared and pretty quiet, but she didn't ask for money or anything that suspicious. There was a very specific address she wanted to get to, and she basically didn't know what to do. Bridgie and I, being the relatively unintimidating lesbian pair who both look younger than they are, drove her there. It turned out to be in the East End and I'd never been over there, so it was essentially me driving in the dark and light rain at five in the morning, with Bridgie peering at my scribbled directions off MapQuest. We got there, and watched until someone let her in. The scary bit is she said this is her second baby and she was afraid social services would take it away too. We don't know any more than that. What else could we do? It was all a little surreal.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled internets.
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Date: Nov. 10th, 2008 11:24 pm (UTC)I really hope you don't need the root canal. You should give art to people for Christmas. If I had your talent, that's what I'd do.
I'm glad you were there for that woman and her baby. How scary for her.
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Date: Nov. 11th, 2008 12:03 am (UTC)I hope not. It is a big ugly cavity, but I really haven't had much pain. I try to do gift art all the time, but I guess I feel like it's kind of pathetic and cheap of me, you know? Like people expect something you get in a store and giving art says his I didn't want to spend money on you. Even when the truth is I didn't have money to spend. On top of that I'm worried about just meeting the bills and rent.
I'm glad it was our door she knocked on, but geez. I just... I don't mean to be snobbish or something but it always boggles my mind a little that people let themselves get into that kind of a life. She looked so young. She was tiny, so that was probably part of it. That always throws me off.
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Date: Nov. 11th, 2008 12:12 am (UTC)This is why I'm glad my family doesn't celebrate Christmas, and Steven's family has invoked the 'gifts for kids only' rule. I think Christmas is over-commercialized. It's nice to want to give people presents, but you shouldn't feel like a failure because you can't afford to. And I think your art makes an awesome gift. Why do you think I'm paying you for some? :P
Nah, I know what you mean. It comes from poor planning and not seeing much of a future. :/
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Date: Nov. 11th, 2008 12:18 am (UTC)Which I haven't forgotten about! Sorry, I really need to get going on that. I don't know how I'm managing to stall on commissions when I'm jobless and have no legitimate excuse.
But yeah, it's a valid point. I know it gets out of hand fast. I'm not sure why I fall prey to that mindset, because my parents were very good about giving me a realistic idea of gifts, and what was too much to expect. We don't go overboard by any means, I'm just paranoid.
At least it was a relatively nice neighborhood we took her to. The whole thing was just strange.
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Date: Nov. 11th, 2008 12:38 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: Nov. 11th, 2008 02:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Nov. 11th, 2008 01:57 am (UTC)... *whines at the 'D' word.* Take some of your old stuff to the bazaar and sell it?
... That sucks. You guys are really good people, Rey.
Also, I told one of my friends to friend you. So the new person who friended you is badass and cool and you two will be friends. *firm noddings*
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Date: Nov. 11th, 2008 03:00 pm (UTC)I plan to, but there's only so much of my art that fits in well at a church bazaar. I need to quick whip up some christmas card type things to sell, and time is running short...
I haven't seen any friendings recently, but thanks for the warning so I'll have an eye out. Otherwise I might assume it was part of one of those random friendings from strangers who have no journal content or something.
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Date: Nov. 12th, 2008 02:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Nov. 12th, 2008 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Nov. 11th, 2008 10:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Nov. 11th, 2008 03:04 pm (UTC)Grrrrr butch! I play the punching game with you now. *Punch in the arm*
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Date: Nov. 11th, 2008 08:02 pm (UTC)Isn't that called Flinch? I suppose it depends who you ask. Ouch! That hurt!
I knew it!
Date: Nov. 12th, 2008 02:06 am (UTC)I don't have a LiveJournal acct so I have to sign my post. I know, bad form.
-Cheryl
Re: I knew it!
Date: Nov. 12th, 2008 02:12 am (UTC)Re: I knew it!
Date: Nov. 12th, 2008 06:47 pm (UTC)Re: I knew it!
Date: Nov. 13th, 2008 02:38 pm (UTC)Despite being jobless, I have some dates of... stuff. The damn traffic tricket court date among that. But I guess let me know if there's something you have in mind...