Dear Bev…


I miss you too. I can’t keep up with your journal but I do pop in and make sure you are doing ok. Hope you are taking all your vitamins and all that other good stuff they say we should be doing.

Did you make any New Year’s Resolutions? Me either. But, I am making some changes. Just not hanging a promise on any of them. I don’t need the added pressure.

I am so glad that Christmas is over. I miss it. I don’t want to work as a cashier during Christmas ever again. There’s a resolution.

Take care, I found my password and logged in just for you. So you won’t have to wonder what I’m up to. Right now I’m not up to anything. Not getting into any kind of trouble at all. No, not me… whistling

Merry New Year!

l o v e m e r m a i d . c o m

l o v e m e r m a i d . c o m: “You really don’t seem to know where you are going, but that’s okay. Time to be adventurous and seek the unknown. If you fret and keep looking over your shoulder you won’t get anywhere. Yep, time to just brave foward and see what happens. Others around you might not be as encouraging as you need, but that’s no reason why you can’t do it. “

I have been feeling adrift for awhile. I know I need to pick myself up but I can’t find enough reasons to do so. It just seems like nothing around me matters any more. Maybe it’s just due to the big let down about Christmas this year. I miss actually loving the holiday. This year I would have happily sold my tree for a few bucks. I never did unpack anything or decorate anything here. I was just so sick of it all and everything seemed so phony. Most of it still does. Maybe the new year will be a clean slate of sorts. Time will tell, it always does.

The Queens’ Closet: Little Something for the Guys

The Queens’ Closet: Little Something for the Guys

In particular, the Johnny Light.

THE PERFECT GIFT FOR THAT NOT-QUITE-PERFECT GUY IN YOUR LIFE–The JOHNNY LIGHT illuminates the bowl when the seat is up–good for us in so many ways–first, we are alerted to the danger and we don’t fall in–this is enough for us to want it. It also gives the guy who suffers from, shall we say, Loose Cannon Syndrome–a well-lit target to aim for–this is also good for us on account of, realistically, how many of them clean the bathroom on a regular basis? And–the guy who invented it is a close personal friend of our very own Kacey Jones! And it’s only 12 bucks!

I don’t know who the Sweet Potato Queens are but this should be on the Christmas list of every married or attached (to a male) woman.


I feel like Yuck. I’m cold too. Wasn’t this worth clicking for? sigh I don’t feel like being entertaining. Tomorrow I have to be nice to Christmas shoppers for nine hours. At work tonight they asked if I could even come in an extra hour early tomorrow. What sane person could really handle ten hours of being nice to vandalizing, grumpy, often dense, Christmas shoppers? Not me, but I never claimed to have a great deal of sanity anyway.

Current mood: touched. lol Not in that sentimental sappy way. Touched as in a little bit dense. Not a lot, just a little. Knock on wood and you might get an echo.

Now, are you entertained? Please go away so I can bitch and moan in peace. Hug someone you kind of like.

Moving in January

We’ll be moving in January, to a town called Alliston. It’s farther north than we are now and I won’t really want that much of a commute to keep working at the same Zellers. There’s another Zellers in the town but I’ve pretty much had enough of working in retail. Some people really come in there looking for someone to make feel smaller than they do themselves. It’s pitiful. Although they make me angry I feel sorry for them too. Not enough to forgive them or forget them however. There is one guy I’d especially like to see in the last few days I’ll be working there. How surprised he would be to have one of the customer service people not put up with his attitude. The mouse that roared kind of deal.

Anyway, we had the Zellers Christmas party on Saturday night. It was ok. I would have had more fun if I’d come with a date. But, that never seems to happen.

Not much else to type about. I’ve been coughing a bit so I must be catching some cold from customers at work already. That’s another fun thing about working in a huge department store. ๐Ÿ™

Take care, I won’t promise to update more often. If you read these things often you know how likely that is to actually happen. Merry Christmas if I don’t see you between now and then.

A Tired Day

News flash! I’m tired. ๐Ÿ˜€ I’m always tired, that’s not news. Some days lots of thing happen but you don’t feel any inspiration to write about them. So, here are the facts. I went out to a Pagan store, chatted and bought a silver pentagram to wear on the chain I bought at Zellers last week. I bought a red jasper stone which she made into a pendant for me too. She did a great job weaving the silver wire around the stone, I love it. The Hedge Witch was the store. I managed to chat and discover someone else who doesn’t believe in the Goddess either. That was a bonus.

Anyway, from there I drove to the movie theatre only I left as it looked closed. Even after going out for lunch there were no cars there and it was late in the day for them to still be closed. After lunch and checking the theatre again I drove across the street to all the new stores being built. There was a Michael’s Craft store so I went in and spent more money. I bought some Christmas craft beading with safety pins kits. I’d like to get into wire beading stuff. Not just beading, any goof any thread beads and tie a knot to keep them from sliding off. The wire stuff looks interesting and not too expensive. The biggest expense would be the copper (or silver) wire itself and the tools (wire cutters and pliers).

I drove home, wished I was in the right lane to hit the Chapters bookstore for the new issue of The Writer magazine. But, I’m working tomorrow and can pop in after work. I came home and Mom wanted to go out for dinner and look at a house in Innisfil which calls itself a town but isn’t even on the map as a town. It seems to be a county. It’s just one more odd map related issue. So we did go out, found the house and Mom is already coming up with reasons why it’s not the right one. I’m sure she will find her right one but (for myself) it would be really nice to know where we are moving to.

Which brings up the whole issue of ‘why am I moving with them’. I don’t especially want to. That wasn’t my intention when I came up here after the divorce. I don’t even want to write more about this tonight. I feel like I’m writing to please you (the anonymous busy body masses) not for myself. You always screw up when you put your reader too far ahead of your own self. At least for a journal.

Well, I’m tired. Seems like I’ve typed that a few thousand times this year alone. Nightie night.

PS- Pat, if you read this before I email you. I got the CD’s yesterday. Thanks. ๐Ÿ™‚ I haven’t even started listening to them. Not in the right mood. Can anyone spend a few hours with their Mother and come away feeling sexy? Of course, now I feel guilty for typing that. It’s all a circle.