Category Archives: Thankful

In defense

I work at home. I am a writer. I write things. I write articles for news and entertainment and I also write commercial posts for various websites. I feel the need to explain this because there seems to be a misconception about what I do all day. I write. I guess if I was sitting at a desk in a building owned by someone else, instead of my house it would be easier for people to grasp. Please think about that when you ask me what I do all day, or if my house is really clean. Is your house really clean? I mean you aren’t there all day, so there isn’t anyone around to make dishes or mess it up. No?

Yes, working at home has a lot of perks, I get to make my own schedule. This also means that I end up working at night and on weekends a lot. I don’t have to drive anywhere, there are lots of snacks. I can listen to whatever I want to as loudly as I want to. I can take a break and go for a walk. These are all true. I am also really lonely. It’s just me and the dogs here. This is why I love the IM, and the FB, and the Twitters. You are my co-workers. It would be nice if you would add up all the time you spend shooting the shit with your fellow office mates before you make a shitty comment about how I’m on there all day, because it’s actually far less time than you spend at the water cooler. I just have a visual record of my time wasting.

Because I publish things online, and know how to use Mailchimp to send newsletters, and know how to post things to WP, does not mean I am a web designer. It does not mean that I know how, or that I want to make you a website. It does not mean that I know how to write code. It means that I am a writer, who has grasped some pretty basic software in order to get things published online in the hopes of making some money. To me, that’s like saying to someone, “Oh, I see you are taking pictures with your iPhone. Would you like to photograph my wedding?” See how that’s crazy? Yes, I’ll write your newsletter. No, I will not “do” your website.

Also, no. I don’t want to work for you for free. Would you ask your friend the plumber to come around and fix your toilet for free, you know to add to her client list to boost her credibility? Oh, that would be rude? Huh.

I am a total brat for complaining about my sweet deal. I am truly lucky and grateful for the opportunities I have. I have just grown weary and tired of feeling defensive all the time. I wouldn’t trade places with anyone, and it’s a small price to pay for my charmed existence. But still, it’s annoying.


What does that title say? Say it out loud, then you’ll get it.  It looks German, right? Actually that was on a sign that used to hang on the wall at a friend’s camp. Liza, do you read this? Is it still there? Is it weird to shout out questions to people who may or may not be reading my blog?

Ok so, without being too schmaltzy, the deal is this: I have realized over the past few days that I spend a significant amount of my time bitching and whining and letting small problems or inconveniences get me down.  Someone needs to do this to me:

I mean honestly, I don’t have any real problems. I’ve got some middle class white lady problems, but those are not real problems. Run out of toilet paper? Pfft, I’ve got some paper towels. My car won’t start, oh just use my husbands. My cat died? Well, he was 17 and you know, NOT A PERSON.  It’s not like I’m homeless or shoeless, or hell even carless. Compared to a lot of folks, I’ve got it damn good.
The truth is, I have an amazing family, and my friends are made up of the most elite group of awesome people you could find. I have a great husband, a Kid that is so cute I can barely stand it, dogs, computers, phones, toys, a freezer full of cow and pig. I’m living large up here on the Slope. So, this year I am truly going to be more thankful. I might complain a bit, in a hilarious way, of course, but I’m not going to let shit bug me. Water off a ducks back, don’t sweat the small stuff, all that jazz. 
Also, I’d like to say, thank you all for reading. Even if you only read once a year, even if you just got here, even if you only read this because you hate me and want to spy on me, even if you’re a Chinese spam bot , I love you all. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 

Tomorrow: A post about rainbows and kittens. Ok, probably not. More than likely it will be about how I am snowed in at my parents house and am on the verge of emptying the liquor cabinet and locking myself in the bathroom. But until then….