I have good reason.
My finances are in the toilet. Flush. Gone.
I'm not alone; I'm in good company, it seems.
So, rather than dwell on the negatives (and create weird rhymes), I decided to look for ways to make money.
I'm a writer. I should be able to make money writing. I used to make money writing, before i took time off for my fiction.
So, off to google. If you google freelance writing online, about.com, hubpages, elance, and odesk will come up. Other sites will come up too, but I'm interested in these ones.
Of these, I found hubpages and elance to be the most promising. I signed up for hubpages yesterday and started hubbing (hubba hubba, toil and trubba) (oh no, there goes the weird rhyming thing again!).
My hub pages
I wrote a hub yesterday, and a hub today, and if I write a hub every day for a year, I should start making money on it. Some people make thousands a month. I'd like to be one of those people.
And then there's elance.
I joined elance before, then forgot all about it. I edited my profile today, scanned through all of the job ads, and save several interesting jobs to "my favorites". Now I just have to make my profile more appealing by adding a photo, and getting verified. Then I can apply for some of those cool jobs.
In the meantime, I went to look at a trailer today. I really liked it. My Dad showed up just as I was leaving. I'd called earlier to ask him to come with me but his line was busy for two hours. When I finally got through, my Mom said it was too late for my Dad to come, since he wasn't dressed or shaved yet. So I went alone, and just as I was leaving, he pulled up. I had no idea how he found me. When I asked, he said he'd tell me later.
So, we went through the place again, and my Dad asked all of the same question that I asked, and he pointed out the same flaws that I pointed out, lol. He wasn't as impressed with the place. In fact, when he left, shaking his head, he must have driven straight home to complain to my Mom, because she called and offered to pay my mortgage for a year while I wait for a spot on the geared to income housing to open up. I told her thank you but no thanks. I'm NOT taking money from my retired parents. No way.
I asked Mom how Dad had found me, since I hadn't mentioned an address, and she said she called the cab company and asked to speak to a driver. She knew the trailer park was within the city limits because I told her it was on the bus route. So she asked the driver which trailer park was in the city, he told her, and gave directions. I swear, my Mom could be a private investigator, lol.
It was so nice of my Dad to show up. He thought the trailer (a 3 bedroom) was cute enough, but he's worried about insulation. I am too. He also was worried that the realor wouldn't tell us how much the previous owner paid for heat bills per month. He just told us that the owner used the wood stove for most of his heating needs. My Dad said the woodstove would only heat up the main part of the house, and not the bedrooms. It's not a big house though, so I think the woodstove would do a good job. What do I know, though.
My Dad and I were both wondering if the pipes would freeze. I guess I'll need to get the place inspected.
Either that or move to Ecuador or Panama or Costa Rica or the Phillipines; maybe Thailand. Those are all places where people can and do retire on their social security checks. Ecuador's mountain areas are supposed to have spring like temperatures year round. I'd love that. I just don't know how safe it would be, or how my asthma would fair in mountain air. Or how the Ecuadorians would treat my dogs. I need a dog friendly country. Maybe Prague.
OK, so I'm babbling. Anxiety does that to me. Something will work out.
Maybe I can shrink myself down and live in one of my dollouses. Now that would be cool.
On the bright side, to change the subject, today marks 6 weeks of crate rest for Mac. He only needs two more; woohoo. He's been so good about staying in his crate. I love that dog so much. Ben too, of course.
OK, I'll stop talking now.
Have a nice day!
Have a great day!
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