My Beaded Work

Still Alive and Breathing!

Yes, dear faithful reader, I am still alive and breathing (unlike the rash of recent deaths- Ed McMahan, Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson).

Happy Belated 4th of July!

It is my favorite holiday by far. I love the Red, White and Blue theme as well as the Hot Dogs and Hamburgers but I really love the Fireworks!

I want to post a few pictures and basically tell everyone I am OK and hanging in there. More details to follow very soon...

Thanks for all the love and support! It has really been wonderful to know who your real friends are! Special Thanks to my husband who has had to work even harder and still loves me in spite of everything we have traveled thru the last 2 months. We will celebrate our 16th wedding anniversary on Thursday. Thank you Lord for each day I have with this wonderful man. I don't tell him often enough just how very special he is or how desperately in love with him I am, but I will try to do better.

Smooches to all and I will talk at you all very very soon!

I have started the photos of my beadwork. If you want a preview check out my face book page to see what I have up at the moment. I am working on at this very moment, 2 beaded rivoli balls, one interchained multicolored necklace, one lady brick stitch piece and a King Tut cross stitch, so I have definitely been busy on the craft front. Show and tell will come very soon... I promise! Tootles...................

Mind cluttering disaster

Well, I am unemployed. What a strange thing it is as I have always held a job and I am scrambling to figure out how to look for a job in this "Internet" age. I have spent the last week typing my name, resume and job history over and over and over again until I don't know if I am coming or going. It is surreal to say the least. I am used to going to work on Monday and each day that passes I am more and more aware that there is no money being made. The thought of losing everything we have worked for these last few years is overwhelming. I know the economy is bad and blah blah blah, but lets face it I am 45 years old and am not able to walk into a job like I did at 20 or even 30.

I am excellent at what I do and I would make any company proud, I work hard and now all I feel is failure and despair. It is a low point in my life and I sure as hell hope it doesn't last long. My strength is through God and my husband who should be considered for sainthood. No "I told you so's" or anything negative but I still felt I let him down.

So I will keep typing away and keep throwing my resume out there hoping something will "stick".

Funky Days Ya All!

I am still alive and breathing. I took a mental blog holiday as I at first was beading like mad and gung ho to photograph my finished pieces. Then at work we moved offices and the karma here isn't what I would call "inspiring". The drive is longer and traffic is more horrific. Plus my biggest bitch is that my fur child Sam has to now stay home on the patio. The morning starts with idiots on the road and then I finally do get to the office and it is full of cigarette smoke! The neighbor makes rugs and they get in around 6AM and I think they just nicotine it up until we show up after 8. My eyes burn and I have found myself coughing more than usual.

So dear ones, I have been in a funk. Had to pay taxes and property tax which cleaned us out monetarily again! T.E.A. (Taxed Enough Already) Starting over, Wheeee....

I am human and I have my moments, not always great but they are at least mine. Friends are in their own worlds doing their own thing. Others are giving half stories and frustrating the hell out of me because I am a "what you see is what you get" kinda person, and not having all the info to make the best decisions for me because other people have agendas or are afraid I might get mad (OMG!) really pisses me off. I consider myself to be open and honest yet finding others like me gets harder and harder to find. I'm not grumpy, just tired and lethargic and am seriously in need of a vacation (which I totally cant afford!). I am just wallowing in frustration and I didn't feel like leaving it here on the blog. So I took a time out and am picking myself up by the sandlestraps (I don't wear boots for bootstraps). My get up and go, got up and left - literally! So lets just say "IT SUCKS!" and move on...