Due to day job and family demands, I am having to close my doors for an indefinite amount of time. I hope to come back next Fall, and thank you all for your continued support and business - you all ROCK!

Prices on remaining stock have been slashed to 50% off - and as always, free shipping on your first item to the US and Canada. I am very open to trades as a means to move my inventory out, so please do not hesitate to contact me.

http://luckylibra.etsy.com

Unfortunately at this time, I will not be able to take on any more custom orders, however I am still happy to accomodate adjustments to sizes if you see a piece that needs to be a different length.

Thank you again, Etsy, it’s been one heck of a ride - and I promise to come back for another round as soon as I am able! :)

May your next path be as brilliant and fulfilling as this one was, and may you bring as much joy and inspiration to all those you encounter. You will be missed.

<3

LeRoi Moore of the Dave Matthews Band is dead at age 46

Apparently I’ve discovered some sort of rare and mysterious Vortex of Stupidity.

It seems, that with every email that gets sent from a few select people I know, the swirls of this Vortex suck out the brain bits and renders the sender of said emails…utterly retarded. With each email that floats by, the Vortex grows, and pulsates, sucking more people into it, and wreaking larger bouts of havoc on the people already IN the Vortex.

I am currently dog paddling on the outer rim of doom, as regards this Vortex. I fear the end is near. My need for logic and CLEAR communication is helping me to stay clear of the riptide that threatens to pull me under, but I am not sure how much longer I will last.

How we have gotten this far in the growth of humanity with out previously discovering this Vortex, I am really quite unsure of.

Perhaps I ought to alert NASA?

I wrote this for Paladin Rune McKenzie who left this earth on June 19, 2004. My heart still aches for his parents - my love to you both.

I don’t know WHY this is, but it seems that every time I go to the Ladie’s room lately at work - the cleaning crew is there.

Normally, in the past, this has not phased me. However, I’ve been getting stage fright lately. WHY? I have NO clue…. Sure, I could just “hold it” when I see they are there and go back to whatever/wherever I was doing, but usually, I’ve been hammering away at work and finally HAVE to go, so waiting is NOT really an option. I suppose I could seek out one of the other 2 dozen bathrooms - but this one is closest and well….its just nicer than some of the others - since I work on the newer side of the building.

Its just SO strange! I see them, I go in anyway, I find a stall and then….nothing. Then I feel stupid - because I KNOW they can hear everything that is going on *or not - as the case might be* in the stalls - and are probably wondering WHY I’ve been in there for so long….

GAH!!

It doesn’t help that I can hear whispering and giggling, occassionally. Talk about paranoid! Are they talking about ME! My inability to PEE? Does she have constipation? Is she hiding? AAAAAAHHH!!! This of course makes “going” just that much more difficult….

Does anyone else have this affliction, or is this just another notch in my “Lucky is SO weird” post….

I don’t know how I am going to make it through the next 2-4 hours, but somehow I HAVE to.

Someone remind me to breathe. Please?

Can’t I just take my laptop to the smoke hut for awhile? *ponders* Too bad they dont have lan connections on the patio - too bad I am a temp with no WIFI access. Bastards.

Oh well, I guess I will just try to consume my brain with spreadsheet/QA madness and will the minutes to fly.

Hold. Me.

*sniffle*

I wrote this for?Paladin Rune McKenzie who left this earth on June 19, 2004. My heart still aches for his parents - my love to you both.

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On Wings of Hope you flew
with gossamar wings so new

As sweet as the winds of spring
as dear as the fall’s sweet rain

A little boy I will never know
a little boy I will never hold

Daddy’s pride, his very heart
Mama’s joy, a dream from the start

Brought forth from their passion
filled with hopes and dedication

Never a fairer cherub had ever been seen
lovely locks of red, eyes - crystal sheen

On Wings of Love you flew
with gossamer wings so new

Blessed like the Fae’s of old
in awe of your innocence we hold

For a moment in time you fluttered near
how we all longed you could linger here

A beautiful soul, a heart so true
bringing hope of life for two

The story untold the words unspoken
never the memory fade, the love unbroken

Such beauty you have brought
pure adoration you have wrought

For on Wings of Hope you flew
with gossamer wings so new

Never will we forget
Never

Never forget…

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Life is off-kilter, filled with fear, terrifying fear. 

He who holds my heart, he who is the source of my enduring passion and love, he who is the giver of my joy and stability beyond imagine, he who is my best friend and partner in all things…has been ripped from my side.

He whom I love and miss so much that I ache from every fiber, he whom without I am hopeless and utterly rudderless, he who is my strength, my fortitude, my almighty protector is gone and I have never felt so alone and helpless….ever.

His return, unknown.

Please, pray, meditate, whatever it is you do, he needs it….in the most desperate of ways.

I feel sick. Absolutely SICK. The balls of this chick. Who the FUCK does she think she is? PETITION THE GOVENOR? Why? Beacuse you are rich, skinny oh…..and a BITCH? People in “your position” have so much power - yet it seems NONE of you actually DO anything with it.

Driving drunk, speeding even, with no lights on. To get a hamburger. If I did that, on a SUSPENDED license….I would ALREADY be in jail. I hope that the judge over this appeal LAUGHS at her. LAUGHS I say.

They are already saying that IF she does time, it will only enhance and further her career. However, I feel that it HAS to start somewhere. Too many “stars” abuse alcohol, drugs, WOMEN, MEN, CHILDREN, LAWS!!! Who is doing ANYTHING about it? NO. ONE.

Why? Because the rest of us bottom feeders are so depressed with low wages, high gas and insurance costs and a WAR - that all we can seem to think about is how nice it must be to be a “pretty person”. And, further, by throwing a much deserved “pretty person” in the slammer, we are in a way, throwing ourselves in with her. We can’t, as a people, seem to separate truth from fiction, logic from madness, RIGHT FROM WRONG.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!

Click to read the CRAP

Dear Corporate Entity that I so humbly work for,

While I fully understand the need to cut back on services and “perks”, as this is the way of your kind, I would like to voice my frustration over a recent finding.

It seems that you have decided, with no announcement, flyer (in the ladies room - gents dont care/count) or any other such nicety, to discontinue supplying “Feminine Hygiene Products”. How did I come to find this gem of truth? Well, after frantically searching through 4 of the 6 bathrooms on campus, and finding all of the machines VERY empty, I’ve sort of put a few dots together, or so you could say.

I do realize it is not my right to demand such products, and I do understand you were supplying them for free….however, this still sucks much ass. I had become rather expectant, that when Aunt Flow came to town, I no longer had to lug around (what seemed to be) 20 pounds of cotton batting in my already fully-laden purse, nor did I have to be concerned about having Quarters handy, should I find myself in need of a ‘Ladie’s Leakage’ device.

Seeing as how this happens to be the time of month when I HAD been accustomed to having these products on hand, and seeing as how the dispensers WERE fully loaded yesterday afternoon and even earlier this morning….AND seeing as how I didnt seem to have a spare ‘diaper’ in my purse, I’m rather irritated.

I shall spend the rest of my working hours sequestered to my cubicle, fearing having to stand, or WALK, because of the 18 feet of toilet paper I resorted to wrapping up into a ‘pad’ and shoving in my chonies. Somehow I find it rather amusing. There is always talk about workplace productivity, and how best to ‘enhance’ its dwindling levels. I guess you decided that putting the fear of public humilation into practice, and use a lack of Company supplied ‘courtesy’ items to your advantage.

How quaint.

Please note, I was unhappy to learn that I would not be hired as a full-time employee “until the beginning of the Fiscal year when finances are better”, I was annoyed that our “free breakfast Friday’s” were cancelled due to “limited funding”, I’ve been only slightly put-out that overtime that was once fairly abundant is on high lock-down “due to budget constraints”, the ONE thing I had left as a perk was a free, MOTHER FUCKING TAMPON.

Sincerely,

Me.