Bleah! I think I'm getting a cold. My throat is scracthy, and I keep coughing and sneezing.
Bloody hell! I'm too busy to get sick! I have an appointment with my doctor tomorrow. Plus, I'm having dinner with Rob's cousin Dianne and our mutual friend Susan. As you may remember, dear readers, Susan was the real estate agent who was instrumental in selling my mom's condo. So dinner tomorrow will be a celebration for all three of us! Thank you, Dianne, for reintroducing me to Susan.
I'll do my best to go to bed early and get rested up. Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow.
We'll see what happens tomorrow!
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
Annie Are You OK?
I recently added Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson to my playlist. The song asks the musical question: Annie Are You OK?
Well, yes, yes, I am. Despite having a piece of grilled chicken stuck in my esophagus for three hours yesterday and then green beans today, I'm doing OK.
Brittainy has gone to get me a tuna sub, a peppermint mocha frappuccino, and a double chocolate brownie. They're all safe and yummy foods for me to eat!
I'm bloody hungry ...!
Well, yes, yes, I am. Despite having a piece of grilled chicken stuck in my esophagus for three hours yesterday and then green beans today, I'm doing OK.
Brittainy has gone to get me a tuna sub, a peppermint mocha frappuccino, and a double chocolate brownie. They're all safe and yummy foods for me to eat!
I'm bloody hungry ...!
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Sick Day
Today was rough. I'm calling Sick Day!
I won't get into what happened today, but I will say this: Never ever ever will I have grilled chicken again! Grilled chicken is my KRYPTONITE!!!!!!!!!!!
I won't get into what happened today, but I will say this: Never ever ever will I have grilled chicken again! Grilled chicken is my KRYPTONITE!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Excellent Market Day
It was a fun, productive, and successful day at the market.
Perhaps it was my new summer dress that drew people to me. It sure is bright and cheerful! People (including me) seem to like that sort of thing.
Perhaps it was the set-up of my table; I tried to showcase all of my newest work. Or, maybe it was the beautiful weather that contributed to people's general upbeat mood. (One man, for no apparent reason, actually ran up to me just to give me a purple carnation!)
However, the thing that brightened up my day was meeting new fans from Indiana - and seeing some familar faces too! (How could I ever forget you, Larry? You've been my friend and unofficial promoter for over ten years!)
And, on that positive note, I'm going to head off to bed now because, although shmoozing maybe fun and productive, it is also extremely tiring ...!
Perhaps it was my new summer dress that drew people to me. It sure is bright and cheerful! People (including me) seem to like that sort of thing.
Perhaps it was the set-up of my table; I tried to showcase all of my newest work. Or, maybe it was the beautiful weather that contributed to people's general upbeat mood. (One man, for no apparent reason, actually ran up to me just to give me a purple carnation!)
However, the thing that brightened up my day was meeting new fans from Indiana - and seeing some familar faces too! (How could I ever forget you, Larry? You've been my friend and unofficial promoter for over ten years!)
And, on that positive note, I'm going to head off to bed now because, although shmoozing maybe fun and productive, it is also extremely tiring ...!
Friday, July 11, 2014
A Fun and Productive Day
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| The boys are guarding my new t-shirt and dress. |
The productivity stuff I did included: updating my finances; designing and ordering cards from my new artwork; paying bills; buying plastic, protective sleeves for my prints; and, catching up on email.
The fun stuff was mainly shopping with Lucy at Winners. We both looked at shoes and clothes. In the end, Lucy bought a pair of running shoes with gold trim, and I bought a cute sundress and a black t-shirt with the beautiful face of a tiger.
I hope that tomorrow at the market will be as fun and productive as today was!
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Work Work Working
Here's a short photo essay of my day:
I got up, got dressed, and had breakfast: Honey Nut Cheerios and garlic bread with cheese. Yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
Before Anita came over to give me my osteopathy treatment, Lucy trimmed my hair. I like it!
My osteopathy treatments usually make me relax so much that I nap for awhile afterwards. Most times, after I awaken, Rascal looks at me as if to say, How do you rate so high in getting a professional patter? I want one!
Well, enough of pampering myself and making myself even more beautiful ....
Like the song says, it's time for Work Work Working!
I got up, got dressed, and had breakfast: Honey Nut Cheerios and garlic bread with cheese. Yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
Before Anita came over to give me my osteopathy treatment, Lucy trimmed my hair. I like it!
My osteopathy treatments usually make me relax so much that I nap for awhile afterwards. Most times, after I awaken, Rascal looks at me as if to say, How do you rate so high in getting a professional patter? I want one!
Well, enough of pampering myself and making myself even more beautiful ....
Like the song says, it's time for Work Work Working!
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
The Ups and Downs of Counselling Days
I'm fine, much better than yesterday and way better than I did on Monday. There were no tears today.
However, there were post-condo sale problems, which frustrated and annoyed me, but all got sorted out.
The counselling went well, albeit terribly stressful and tiring.
Thus, I'm going to give myself a break and go see a movie with Lucy tonight.
However, there were post-condo sale problems, which frustrated and annoyed me, but all got sorted out.
The counselling went well, albeit terribly stressful and tiring.
Thus, I'm going to give myself a break and go see a movie with Lucy tonight.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Don't Fear the Reaper
Tonight, for the fifth time in two months, I watched the last episode of the second season of Orange is the New Black. I love that show - especially the last episode! Every time one of my employees asks me if we can watch Orange is the New Black and we reach the very last episode, I feel all happy and excited inside!
Don't worry, I won't give any plot details away. However, I will say that during this particular episode the song Don't Fear the Reaper plays at the very end. There are many reasons why this song hits me like a ton of bricks, but to list them all would give the ending away.
I will, however, give one explanation (with no connection to the show at all ... well, not much anyway) as to why this song has such significance for me. The meaning behind the lyrics of Don't Fear the Reaper are blatantly obvious: Don't be afraid to die because everybody dies one day; it's unadvoidable. And yet, I think the song is also saying, Don't be afraid of living either. Grab all of the gusto you can, because you never know when you're number is up and all of the things that you were going to do never get done.
Today, I recieved my share of the money from the sale of the condo and deposited it into the bank. I cheered triumphantly, and then cried piteously. I took Brittainy out for dinner at Cafe California to celebrate, but I couldn't enjoy myself completely because I felt guilty for trying to be happy. I know it's a ridiculous notion, but it felt like I was celebrating the last tangible piece of my mother.
I think I need to hit my mountain of guilt squarely on its highest peak an smash it into a billion pieces!
I think I need to grab me some gusto!
Don't worry, I won't give any plot details away. However, I will say that during this particular episode the song Don't Fear the Reaper plays at the very end. There are many reasons why this song hits me like a ton of bricks, but to list them all would give the ending away.
I will, however, give one explanation (with no connection to the show at all ... well, not much anyway) as to why this song has such significance for me. The meaning behind the lyrics of Don't Fear the Reaper are blatantly obvious: Don't be afraid to die because everybody dies one day; it's unadvoidable. And yet, I think the song is also saying, Don't be afraid of living either. Grab all of the gusto you can, because you never know when you're number is up and all of the things that you were going to do never get done.
Today, I recieved my share of the money from the sale of the condo and deposited it into the bank. I cheered triumphantly, and then cried piteously. I took Brittainy out for dinner at Cafe California to celebrate, but I couldn't enjoy myself completely because I felt guilty for trying to be happy. I know it's a ridiculous notion, but it felt like I was celebrating the last tangible piece of my mother.
I think I need to hit my mountain of guilt squarely on its highest peak an smash it into a billion pieces!
I think I need to grab me some gusto!
Monday, July 7, 2014
Health and Wealth
What a day! I did so much running around. I had cards printed at the Printing House, and then I went to the doctor about my groin pain (which I've had for a year now!) and she sent me for blood tests.
After that, I grabbed a quick frappuccino and hurried home. Laura came over for pizza and beer, and to laugh at funny cat videos.
While Laura was here, I got the fantastic news that the condo sale went through!!!!! I can't believe that it's finally over! I squealed with delight and cried, but now I'm just happy! Mom would be so happy for me.
After that, I grabbed a quick frappuccino and hurried home. Laura came over for pizza and beer, and to laugh at funny cat videos.
While Laura was here, I got the fantastic news that the condo sale went through!!!!! I can't believe that it's finally over! I squealed with delight and cried, but now I'm just happy! Mom would be so happy for me.
Ominous Part 2
I was too tired last night to finish what I was going to say. So, I'm going to continue now ....
This thing with people at the St Lawrence Market disappearing is really freaking me out. It upsets me because vendors are being shoved out by either means of harassment or bribery. I feel, like so many things these days, that the fate of the market is teetering upon the very edge of change, and I find myself holding my breath waiting to see what is going to happen. Will the change(s) be good, bad, or in-between?
During these past few months, there has been so many changes, things getting juggled and rearranged. I feel like there's even more change yet to come. Will the change(s) be good, bad, or in-between? I don't know. And, as Hamlet would say, "Aye, there's the rub."
As I write this, I remember reading The Pit and the Pendulum for school and asking my teacher, "Why did the man fear the pit so much?" Her response was that, more than anything, the man feared the unknown. The pit was pitch black, bottomless, and ominous.
After both Rob and my mother died, I felt unbelievable, gut-wrenching grief. I also felt fear, an onimous type of dread that said: What do I do now?
Lately, I've been mentally preparing for the new changes that are coming down the pike. They might be good, bad, or in-between. I don't know. The money from the sale of my mother's condo is coming soon; I can feel it in my bones. I should be happy about this (and part of me is), but I feel so sad. I'd rather have my mother back than all of the money in the world! And, what will I do with the money? How long can I make it last anyway?
Last week, I had a dream that Rob and I were choosing which house we should move into. I wanted to get the smaller house, Rob wanted the bigger one. He took me over to the house he liked and, all excited like a little kid, he showed me that there was a fireman's pole that ran from the bedroom down into the living room. I looked at it and suggested that we replace the pole with an elevator. Rob replied, "No, no, Sweety! I want to slide down the pole with you in my arms!"
I woke up feeling ridiculously happy and wonderinng if I should indeed buy a house with a mortgage, go back on ODSP (god help me!) and start my life anew.
Maybe the cloud of uncertainy and dread would disappear if I simply took hold of the reins of my destiny and did something really big with the money.
I'll have to think about it .....
This thing with people at the St Lawrence Market disappearing is really freaking me out. It upsets me because vendors are being shoved out by either means of harassment or bribery. I feel, like so many things these days, that the fate of the market is teetering upon the very edge of change, and I find myself holding my breath waiting to see what is going to happen. Will the change(s) be good, bad, or in-between?
During these past few months, there has been so many changes, things getting juggled and rearranged. I feel like there's even more change yet to come. Will the change(s) be good, bad, or in-between? I don't know. And, as Hamlet would say, "Aye, there's the rub."
As I write this, I remember reading The Pit and the Pendulum for school and asking my teacher, "Why did the man fear the pit so much?" Her response was that, more than anything, the man feared the unknown. The pit was pitch black, bottomless, and ominous.
After both Rob and my mother died, I felt unbelievable, gut-wrenching grief. I also felt fear, an onimous type of dread that said: What do I do now?
Lately, I've been mentally preparing for the new changes that are coming down the pike. They might be good, bad, or in-between. I don't know. The money from the sale of my mother's condo is coming soon; I can feel it in my bones. I should be happy about this (and part of me is), but I feel so sad. I'd rather have my mother back than all of the money in the world! And, what will I do with the money? How long can I make it last anyway?
Last week, I had a dream that Rob and I were choosing which house we should move into. I wanted to get the smaller house, Rob wanted the bigger one. He took me over to the house he liked and, all excited like a little kid, he showed me that there was a fireman's pole that ran from the bedroom down into the living room. I looked at it and suggested that we replace the pole with an elevator. Rob replied, "No, no, Sweety! I want to slide down the pole with you in my arms!"
I woke up feeling ridiculously happy and wonderinng if I should indeed buy a house with a mortgage, go back on ODSP (god help me!) and start my life anew.
Maybe the cloud of uncertainy and dread would disappear if I simply took hold of the reins of my destiny and did something really big with the money.
I'll have to think about it .....
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Ominous
I had to train Marjie how to do the market shift today.
I explained to Marjie how to set up all of my artwork.
I gave it a once over and decided it looked pretty damned good! I think a lot of customers liked the set-up, too, because I didn't do too badly in the sales department.
However, one thing upset and shocked me today. When I first entered the building, I immediately noticed that the Urban Hat stall had been all shut down, and a note from the owner was taped onto the wall. The note said that after ten years she had decided to quit, but there was no explanation as to why she had made the decision.
Andrea, who has a salt/soap/essential oils shop across from Urban Hat, told me her take on the situation. She thinks that the market management probably paid the owner to break the lease and leave. Andrea says that she heard that the management doesn't want to have another vendor occupy that spot because they want to clear out that area completely.
What will happen to Andrea then? What will happen to me, to the other vendors?
The weeding out contines ....
I explained to Marjie how to set up all of my artwork.
I gave it a once over and decided it looked pretty damned good! I think a lot of customers liked the set-up, too, because I didn't do too badly in the sales department.
However, one thing upset and shocked me today. When I first entered the building, I immediately noticed that the Urban Hat stall had been all shut down, and a note from the owner was taped onto the wall. The note said that after ten years she had decided to quit, but there was no explanation as to why she had made the decision.
Andrea, who has a salt/soap/essential oils shop across from Urban Hat, told me her take on the situation. She thinks that the market management probably paid the owner to break the lease and leave. Andrea says that she heard that the management doesn't want to have another vendor occupy that spot because they want to clear out that area completely.
What will happen to Andrea then? What will happen to me, to the other vendors?
The weeding out contines ....
Friday, July 4, 2014
Dissatifed
Dissatifed, that's how I feel. Dissatifed, disappointed, and downright grumpy!
Grrrrrrrrrr ... grumble, grumble ....
Nothing earthshatteringly terrible happened, just, you know, little things that added up.
I went to bed at 3am, couldn't get to sleep until 4am, and then got woken up at 7am by some unknown jerk who texted me nine times! And then, when I was drifting off to sleep again, I could hear the din of the large metal bins of Zippers being emptied into a garbage truck.
I had so many things I needed to get done, but I only got a third of it all finished. And, several of my friends told me about some of their bad luck stories: broken teeth, damaged cars, and a cat with pink eye.
Plus, unfortunately, the condo deal still hadn't gone through! (Bloody hell!) However, the real estate agent confided in me that there was some kind of positive development in this area. My brother pooh-poohed this news away as this was sheer nonsense. I kind of wish he hadn't taken this kind of attittude. I need to remain hopeful that this whole ordeal will be over soon.
Well ... hopefully, things will be better tomorrow!
Grrrrrrrrrr ... grumble, grumble ....
Nothing earthshatteringly terrible happened, just, you know, little things that added up.
I went to bed at 3am, couldn't get to sleep until 4am, and then got woken up at 7am by some unknown jerk who texted me nine times! And then, when I was drifting off to sleep again, I could hear the din of the large metal bins of Zippers being emptied into a garbage truck.
I had so many things I needed to get done, but I only got a third of it all finished. And, several of my friends told me about some of their bad luck stories: broken teeth, damaged cars, and a cat with pink eye.
Plus, unfortunately, the condo deal still hadn't gone through! (Bloody hell!) However, the real estate agent confided in me that there was some kind of positive development in this area. My brother pooh-poohed this news away as this was sheer nonsense. I kind of wish he hadn't taken this kind of attittude. I need to remain hopeful that this whole ordeal will be over soon.
Well ... hopefully, things will be better tomorrow!
Thursday, July 3, 2014
A Juggling Fool
I'm just a juggling fool. I really am! Every day I write emails and texts to friends and employees, trying to juggle everybody's schedules (including mine) around so that everything jibes together.
It's been approximately two years since my brother and I have been on this ridiculous inheritance quest. It's another thing for me to juggle. Writing to lawyers, bankers, condo management people, accountants, financial advisors, and the real estate agent - it is one ball I'll be glad to get rid of!
And then, there's my art business: Annie's Dandy Note Cards and Artwork. Creating my art, producing a wide selection of merchandise from my soul's work, and then sending out my membership cards every month - in doing this, I'm attempting to show the world who I am and why I paint.
When I get overwhelmed sometimes, like yesterday for instance, I take solace in my funny, furry little beasts ...
and by grooving out to my YouTube playlist: Anne Rocks Out.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGK74cIPoVU&list=PL6FA358405FE4C782
It's been approximately two years since my brother and I have been on this ridiculous inheritance quest. It's another thing for me to juggle. Writing to lawyers, bankers, condo management people, accountants, financial advisors, and the real estate agent - it is one ball I'll be glad to get rid of!
And then, there's my art business: Annie's Dandy Note Cards and Artwork. Creating my art, producing a wide selection of merchandise from my soul's work, and then sending out my membership cards every month - in doing this, I'm attempting to show the world who I am and why I paint.
When I get overwhelmed sometimes, like yesterday for instance, I take solace in my funny, furry little beasts ...
and by grooving out to my YouTube playlist: Anne Rocks Out.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGK74cIPoVU&list=PL6FA358405FE4C782
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Pictures, No Words
Way too busy to post anything very significant today.
Here are some recent photos of my life/artwork:
Here are some recent photos of my life/artwork:
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Seven Year Anniversary
Sarah and I celebrated our 7th anniversary of knowing each other. Yesterday was actually the day, but we were both too busy. Today, we had dinner at Hair of the Dog; it was so much fun, as it always is with Sarah.
We've gone through good times, bad times, hard times, and hillarious times. There a select few I love so much that I think of them not only as friends but as family as well. Sarah is one such person.
This anniversary has always been bittersweet for me. Meeting Sarah was fantastic - we clicked immediately! However, the day before we met, I got molested by two straight (and drunk) men during the Pride festivities.
I've always enjoyed Pride - always, always, always! The festival, to me, represents acceptane; freedom; and, celebrating everybody's uniqueness. And, honestly, I'd say that Pride has consistently been a wonderful yearly experience for me.
For the most part anyway ....
In one of my previous post, I mentioned positive aspects of World Pride 2014: having my picture taken with two hunky Trojan men; the beautiful weather; and, the wild, funky music that came from beneathe my balcony.
That was Saturday.
Sunday was a whole different thing, though. Brittainy and her boyfriend Billy and I went thirty minutes early to get a good spot to see the parade, but it was already so crowded! The only spot that was raised, accessible, and shaded was the judges' platform. Much to my annoyance, we weren't allowed up onto the platform, even though there was plenty of room! Plus, the people who volunteered to assist people with disabilities kept talked about me in the third person to Brittainy and Billy. It made my blood boil! (I'm going to write a strong letter to the Pride committeee!)
I told Brittainy and Billy to go see the parade without me. I was so HOT and needed to find shade. They went off, and for the next three hours, between browsing all of the merch on all of the tables on Church St., I kept searching for shade.
I think I'll write a strong letter to Starbucks too. There was a woman giving out packets of free coffee to the crowd. She gave no warnings or lectures to any other person, but when I approached her and indicated that I wanted her to put one of the packets in my bag, she looked at me, shook her head, and said, "Oh, I'm not if this is good for you."
I H A T E being treated as if I'm invisible or unable to understand what people are saying. And, I H A T E it when people assume that I'm weak and fragile just because I'm disabled. I'm as strong as an ox and as clever as a fox!
I've been to seventeen Pride festivals and only two have been duds. That's not too bad, I suppose ....
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