November 25th, 2009
Ever since all of this swine flu bidness, I’ve been staying much closer to home, and washing hands and surfaces that others have touched.
I have no sick days. If I’m too sick to work, why, I just don’t work. (Or get paid) As if that isn’t bad enough, the week following an absence is sparse, because people find other favourites if their first choice isn’t available on their regular schedule.
Last week, I had problems with my telephone line after a nor’easter, which around here, means a big, cold windy storm. I lost a week’s pay. Not the best time of year for it, either. Now I’m working to wow new callers so they will be loyal to me. (To replace the clients that were wowed by other psychics when I wasn’t available) I still have the persistent cough from over six weeks ago.
So, all you people who are making fun of my germophobia?
Bite me.
From afar. I don’t want your germs, thankyouverymuch.
February 9th, 2009
I have a strange family tree, which would explain the strange fruit (me) that it bears.
One oddity is my sister in law twice removed.
Above? First husband and his sister. He was missing his girlfriend, she’s just an all-round pill.
Her brother was my first husband. We divorced.
Once removed.
My brother, Mr. Trick, was her second husband. They divorced.
Twice removed.
That’s how I like her best.
Twice removed.
I prefer the first husband to her.
And that’s my bitchy story for today.
February 3rd, 2009
The past few days, I’ve been practically addicted to Facebook. I can’t wait to see what is coming down the pike next on the live feed. Strangely enough, I only just discovered the live feed because I had largely ignored Facebook for the most part. Just busy working, but relying mostly on Twitter to get family updates, like which of the old folks was joyriding to the hospital in the ambulance. Thanks, liddle sis, for your updates, by the way.
That all changed with a call from my brother, Dizzee. Strangely enough, I had just logged onto Facebook and saw he had reactivated his account, and made a proclamation that his status was clearly married. I almost made a comment on that to the effect that his kids would be so pleased that he could no longer call them little bastards, because I’m all insanely witty and fabulous like that.
Before I could make that comment, he called and there was something so momentous in his energy he could barely speak.
He told me that he had been contacted by a daughter he had fathered some thirty-odd years ago, and I was all, I sure hope your wife knew about this because it might be a surprise she wouldn’t take to. And he croaked “yeah” and I was all good boy, because while he was practically speechless, I’m all about the speechiness, even if I do talk to strangers on the phone all day. In fact, my throat is sore, and I still can’t shut up.
So we’re all excited because hey, he has a daughter, and his kids have another sister, and I have another niece, and I’m searching her profile and holy shit, she looks so much like me, I’m frigging mesmerized. I’m thinking if my brother isn’t really her father, then I must be her mother, and wouldn’t I have remembered that? Of course I would, I’m just all excited and jabbery and run on sentence-y, and can’t even write in my own voice.
So in between shifts, I’m chatting with her, and telling her that there should be some stories and old pictures and things on my blog because I can’t label and organize my images well enough to email them to her.
I ask her what she wants her blog name to be because I usually offer people I write about that choice. After asking if I can write about them, of course, because who needs their family all grumbly because of a blog?
She leaves it up to me to come up with her blog name, and I ran a few through my tiny little brain like Surprise and The Daughter I Never Had and all I could come up with is Mini Me. I have a feeling she is tall, so maybe not so mini, but I don’t know much about her yet, except of course she is gorgeous. Smirk.
I’m open for suggestions.
All of this blathering is leading up to what I am grateful for and wanted to share. My niece has found her family, and her family has found her.
Thank you, universe. Oh, and thanks to Facebook, too.
UPDATE: I have consulted with my niece and we have agreed her blog name should be Hidden Treasure.
January 8th, 2009
Not the Twelfth.
Which is when I traditionally take down my fake tree.
It’s been bothering me.
Like how can I possibly create a blog post while that tree is staring
at me in accusation?
Day late, it’s done now.
Rejoice.
I’m still alive. Hopefully, will get back to posting.
