I'm selling my books on Yardsellr....
So please check out my yard sale here. There's a variety of non-fiction books about feng shui, Wicca and women's spirituality, and even one on Santeria! =:O All cost $5 or less *including* shipping. Check it out if aforementioned subjects are of interest to you. I'm also selling a lot of "M" labels for P-touch labelers and a bunch of crochet hooks that I have dupes of.
And just so I don't look completely crass by advertising a sale to people I haven't talked to in months (unless you're on Facebook), HOW ARE YOU? I hope this post finds you well. I'm hanging in there, none of my previous ailments any better, but no worse, either. I had a DVT in my right leg several months ago (can't remember if I posted about it here) and ever since then, I've suffered from swollen feet, JUST like those old ladies you see whose feet look like bread rising out of their shoes. This has done *nothing* for my self-esteem. True, I'm a Granny... a GREAT-Granny, even, but who wants to look that way? (Worse yet, who wants to *look* at someone who looks that way?) And we won't even discuss my menopause belly. I've taken to folding my hands across it, much as I did when I was pregnant, it's THAT big! *waves away*
Not important. These days I'm learning how to make jewelry, collecting beads and selling things to finance my new bead obsession. I'm also saying a lot of prayers and rosaries and going to Mass faithfully. Rich and I are planning to move AGAIN (I don't think we've stayed anywhere longer than 3 years the whole time we've been together, which is coming up on 13 years. This month, actually, wow! Time sure does fly, and the older I get the faster it flies. I'm at Mach 1, now). :( But yeah, this place is super-creaky and leaky, with the half-ass "remodeling" falling apart around our ears, and plumbing problems the owner refuses to fix because it would take a good chunk of her capital. SHE should live here, see how much she likes smelling sewer gas whenever the A/C is on! Heaven help me, I've actually gotten used to it! My house is nice and cool, but it smells like shit. We cannot WAIT to get out of here.
Plus my multi-family experiment went bust. Even if it smelled like roses in here with the air on, my daughter was going to move out. (The A/C doesn't make it upstairs, anyway, another problem the owner won't fix.) She's not happy here in Oak Lawn and there's too much friction between her sons and my husband. I would love to be on her side, but HE's supporting me, not her (yet >:). So she wants to go back to the hood. Okay, the public transportation is better, I'll give her that. But I gotta say, *I* have NOT missed the sounds of gunfire, car accidents, and quarreling Negroes. At. All. To each her own.
And as usual, get me started and I keep running on. *stops*
And just so I don't look completely crass by advertising a sale to people I haven't talked to in months (unless you're on Facebook), HOW ARE YOU? I hope this post finds you well. I'm hanging in there, none of my previous ailments any better, but no worse, either. I had a DVT in my right leg several months ago (can't remember if I posted about it here) and ever since then, I've suffered from swollen feet, JUST like those old ladies you see whose feet look like bread rising out of their shoes. This has done *nothing* for my self-esteem. True, I'm a Granny... a GREAT-Granny, even, but who wants to look that way? (Worse yet, who wants to *look* at someone who looks that way?) And we won't even discuss my menopause belly. I've taken to folding my hands across it, much as I did when I was pregnant, it's THAT big! *waves away*
Not important. These days I'm learning how to make jewelry, collecting beads and selling things to finance my new bead obsession. I'm also saying a lot of prayers and rosaries and going to Mass faithfully. Rich and I are planning to move AGAIN (I don't think we've stayed anywhere longer than 3 years the whole time we've been together, which is coming up on 13 years. This month, actually, wow! Time sure does fly, and the older I get the faster it flies. I'm at Mach 1, now). :( But yeah, this place is super-creaky and leaky, with the half-ass "remodeling" falling apart around our ears, and plumbing problems the owner refuses to fix because it would take a good chunk of her capital. SHE should live here, see how much she likes smelling sewer gas whenever the A/C is on! Heaven help me, I've actually gotten used to it! My house is nice and cool, but it smells like shit. We cannot WAIT to get out of here.
Plus my multi-family experiment went bust. Even if it smelled like roses in here with the air on, my daughter was going to move out. (The A/C doesn't make it upstairs, anyway, another problem the owner won't fix.) She's not happy here in Oak Lawn and there's too much friction between her sons and my husband. I would love to be on her side, but HE's supporting me, not her (yet >:). So she wants to go back to the hood. Okay, the public transportation is better, I'll give her that. But I gotta say, *I* have NOT missed the sounds of gunfire, car accidents, and quarreling Negroes. At. All. To each her own.
And as usual, get me started and I keep running on. *stops*