Loisanne's Blog

The meandering path of my life

What a wonderful evening! Yes, you’re right in assuming it had something to do with Phil…LOL. We skyped this evening. It was really good too. Lots of fun. Over too soon. I could tell he was really tired though. It was nice of him to stay up so late for me despite the fact that he hadn’t had much sleep.

We don’t skype that often. As much as I wish otherwise…I think that’s a good idea. It wouldn’t seem such a special thing if we did it all the time. Might even get bored with each other. That would be tragic. Don’t want to give him the chance the get bored with me until he’s stuck with me 24/7 on the cruise…LOL. I know…what am I worried about…like anyone could get bored of me….please…LOL.

Otherwise, things around here are pretty much the same as usual. Still doing the diet thing. 39 pounds down as of this morning. Not going so fast now. I do feel a lot better though. Been keeping a better eye on the groceries I buy. Need to exercise more. Still going down though…and not up. That’s a good thing. Hopefully, nicer weather will inspire me….that is if we get some nicer weather. This has not been a very good spring. Been a lot of hot/cold swinging…and staying mostly cold. Right now it’s rainy and cold. Next up will probably be HOT. Forget warm. Sigh.

Ok, time to rant about work a little. Sorry, but I have to get it off my chest. You have been warned, so feel free to skip ahead if you like…LOL.

Work sucks. Not actually the work itself….I love decorating cakes and being creative…but the environment…the BOSS. No, she really isn’t a mean boss…but she’s not a good one. That’s what’s so bad…she sucks at being a manager. Sometimes I wonder if she’s got her head up her ass. Take Sunday for instance. Easter. Store was dead that morning but I knew after church let out, it was going to get busy. First thing I did was fill the cases with product…or try to. It was rather difficult because there was very little product in the cooler to fill with! I did the best I could though. I was the only decorator there. It was a skeleton crew. We missed a lot of sales due to lack of product though. Shame. More sales means more hours. I know why we didn’t have much product though. Inventory. My boss was more worried about her upcoming inventory results than having the product she needed. She regularly worries about getting in trouble for something…over on supplies/merchandise, over on hours, bad inventory…rather than worrying about the business end of it. She focuses on the wrong things…and it shows. We’re all the time running out of something and she has to send someone (on the clock, which means lost production time) to another store to get it.

See why I get frustrated? This shit happens all the time, almost a daily basis. I think I care more about having a good bakery than the boss does! I try not to care…trust me…but I do. I can’t help it. I know how I would feel as a customer if I went to the store looking for something and it wasn’t there. Especially if it was in the ad! Things could just be so much better. My job shouldn’t have to be so difficult.

Ok, rant over…LOL. I think I’m starting to get a little tired now. I should be…it’s almost midnight. That’s what happens when you sleep late, take a nap and have loads of coffee. Not to mention interesting, exciting conversation with a hot, intelligent man….tee hee. Takes a while to come down off that high…LOL. I think I’m going to give sleep a shot though. Wish me luck. Oh, and keep your fingers crossed that I don’t dream of being run over by a fleet of steamrollers! It’s a long story…LOL.

Ciao for now


April 25, 2011 Posted by | Life, Phil, Work | Leave a comment


That’s because I  couldn’t find an appropriate word for the title of this post.

As you may have guessed, this probably isn’t going to be a “nice” post. Sorry people, even an optimist like me goes on a rampage once in a while.

What is amiss, you ask?

Well, things aren’t exactly going my way at the moment. Plus, I may be having some hormonal imbalance thing going on. Not good. Normally, my scales of  “happy” and “bitchy” have a lot of slack in them…meaning, it takes a lot of crap heaped up on the “bitchy” side to tip it past the point of no return. My hormones  seem to change the specs on my scales though and there’s not much tolerance for crap before I go off the deep end.

No, I don’t scream and yell and throw a fit, but the rage inside me is rather frightening. It passes, I know it will. I tell myself it will. I just have to think of something else and get through the “moment”. Not an easy thing to do sometimes though. Especially at work.

I know everyone thinks they are a good worker and that they do more than their fair share and that they are taken advantage of, so I guess in that respect, I’m no different than anyone else. The difference is…I’m being truthful…LOL. No, I’m not the best cake decorator in the world. No, I”m sure I’m not the fastest. But I’m better and faster than the other decorators I work with, than probably most of the decorators employed by the company I work for. I’m not bragging, I’m just confident. The ladies I work with will tell you the same thing.

My problem is this: my boss takes advantage of me and takes me for granted. I know, that’s a boss for you. Pisses me off though. Especially lately. Point in case: I was off  Wednesday and Thursday. There was a wedding cake order to be done on Thursday. Tamra can’t do wedding cakes. Christina can (although she will make you wonder if she’s going to have a nervous breakdown in the process) but she was working at another store. I said I would come in(an 18 mile trip, one way) and do the cake. I did. Took me less than two hours from start to finish.  Overtime. Or so I thought. Donna came to me a couple of days ago and asked me to try and take off the time. I said “Really? You’re gonna make me take that off?” She backed down and said, “No, since you made the trip in, you can keep it.” The next day, Dale (store manager) came and told Donna that I was going to have overtime and Donna promptly called over to me “Lois, you’ve got overtime to take off”. WHAT THE FUCK? What happened to “Since you made the trip in, you can keep it”? I would have thought she would have at least told Dale the situation and had my back, even if Dale wouldn’t have ok’d it.

Am I wrong for being pissed? I think not. Needless to say, I won’t be helping them out again. They can go fuck themselves for all I care.

So, that’s all it took for my thoughts to start spiralling downward and every memory of every bad situation I’ve ever had at work came flooding back…the days I requested and didn’t get….the year I’ve worked without a sunday off…all the times I’ve got blamed for shit going wrong that someone else did…all the responsibilities that keep getting shifted onto my shoulders and then the griping when my other duties don’t get done….etc….etc.

It was NOT good. It doesn’t help that I’m having issues at home as well…wages garnished, possible forclosure on my house, the threat of having to move in with my Mom looming in my future. Not that those would be totally terrible things. Ok, living with my Mom would be…LOL…but I’d survive.

The point is, it probably wouldn’t take too much for me to give my notice at work and say “fuck it”. Throw in the towel. I’m already prepared to lose my home. Not the worst thing that could happen. Plenty of other people have had it happen and lived through it. I would like to be able to sell it…but if it gets taken, it won’t be the end of the world. To tell the truth, I have a feeling that it will be like a weight lifted off me. I’ll be free of it. Free of the responsibility of it all. And while I may have to live with my Mom for a while, I’ll eventually get my own apartment and things will be back to normal.

There’s really only one thing that keeps me from throwing in the towel. Phil. I have a trip to England planned in November, and if I were to quit and start a new job, they might not let me have the time off. And I NEED that time off. Come hell or high water, I’m taking my trip. If I have to sell my soul (not that it would be worth much…LOL) I’d do it. I’ve wanted to see England most of my life and now that I have the chance to do it…and with a wonderful sweet man as my guide…nothing is going to stop that. Not even me…LOL.

So, I guess I’ll bite my tongue and keep my temper under control and try to think pleasant thoughts. At least until November.

Wish me luck.

Ciao for now

March 23, 2011 Posted by | Life, Work | , , , , , , | Leave a comment


Yeah, I gots it. Pathetically apathetic. That’s me.

I would hate for you to see my house right now. I haven’t even been able to bring myself to clean. I do the laundry becuase I have to have clean clothes to wear to work. At least I’m still going to work.

Maybe it’s the heat. It’s been really hot here lately. Makes it hard to do anything. I haven’t been writing either. I have been drawing, but that’s about all I’ve been able to make myself do. Life hasn’t been very exciting or comforting to me lately. I know, it’s all a matter of perspective. My perspective has been kinda sucky lately. Maybe it’s hormonal. I’m pretty sure I’m pre-menopausal. Might have something to do with getting my hours cut at work too. 32 hours this week. Sucks. I can’t really bitch too much though, everyone else is getting theirs cut too. Oh yeah, I really don’t like the new decorator, Billie. She’s a pain in the ass. I have given up on trying to be nice to her. Fuck that (excuse my language).

I think I’m turning into Walter (one of Jeff Dunham’s alter egos). I just can’t seem to be bothered with tolerating certain people anymore. I hate to say it, but some of them are family…LOL. Life is just to short to waste time on people that piss you off though. Why even try to be nice or include them in your life if they are only going to bring you grief?

Yeah, I’m on a roll this evening. Sorry, I just feel like venting and this is as good a place as any. It doesn’t help that it’s late and I’m tired and my right ankle hurts because I’ve been favoring my left knee that hurts.

Why yes, I would love some cheese to go with my whine…LOL.

Ok, I’ll give it a break for now. Ciao!

August 10, 2010 Posted by | Family, Life, Work | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Venting Philosophically

Today I need to vent…in a philosophical way. I can do it philosophically today, because I have mostly (not completely) got over my anger.

What do I need to vent about, you ask?

My work situation. I love what I do, cake decorating is a fun, creative job. It’s a job though. That’s not what I have to bitch about. It’s the job environment.

In the bakery department of the grocery store where I work, there is a stressful aura that surrounds us all, sometimes hardly noticeable, sometimes heavy, that emanates from our manager. She cultivates it, feeds off it. I haven’t figured out WHY she likes to breed discontent and hostility, but she goes out of her way to do so. Mostly, it all seems like she doesn’t know what she’s doing…like it’s unintentional, but if you’ve been around her for any length of time and know her at all, you realize it is just deception. The woman gets something out of causing people to resent each other, ruining their plans, making life harder for them in general. Maybe she’s miserable and as the saying goes, misery loves company.

I don’t know. I’ve thought and thought about it and can come up with no explanation other than she’s miserable and has some really bad mental/emotional problems. Not good qualities in a boss. It’s very counter-productive in a workplace. This isn’t a playground where you’re the queen and can play favorites or bully people.

 What brought all this on? I’m getting there…LOL.

About a week ago, I mentioned to this “boss”, the wonderful, helpful attributes of one of my coworkers. I told her how this person was very helpful and instrumental in getting product (decorated cakes) out into the cases (cakes in the cases mean more sales, more sales means more money, more money means more hours for the employees). I told this “boss” how grateful I was and how this coworker does more to help me out when I’m really busy than the other employees. I just wanted her to know about things that happen when she’s not there. I thought I was doing something good. NOT.

I found out a couple days ago, from the coworker who’s praises that I sang so beautifully, that she was taken aside by said “boss” and told that she was not to help me in future.

Now are you starting to understand where I’m coming from?

I couldn’t believe my ears when she told me that. I felt terrible for having said anything at all. I was so angry and upset. First, for the fact that my coworker got in trouble for doing something nice, something that was good for the bakery, something that she had the extra time to do. Second, that my “boss” cared less about the bakery than I did, she didn’t care if there was product to sell or not, and obviously didn’t want to promote teamwork among the employees.

Knowing this “boss” the way I do, I can’t really say it shocked me, but it really angered me. How is a person supposed to be concerned about their work, care about doing a good job, when their “boss” doesn’t, when their boss seems to be working AGAINST that goal? It’s very disheartening.

My coworker quit the day she told me what happened. Her day went from bad to worse (which doesn’t take much when you’re persecuted by your “boss”) and she just walked out. I applaud her. I wish her all the best. I hope she finds a much better job than she had, with a boss that appreciates her.

That said, I believe there is a reason, a purpose for all things. I have to believe there is a better job out there waiting for my coworker and the Universe had to give her a push (out of this job) in order for her to find it. I believe the Universe works that way. I believe this “boss” of mine has a purpose as well. It’s sad that she is the way she is, she can’t be happy, but there has to be bad as well as good in the Universe. We learn and grow from the conflict and difficulty in our lives. If we never faced any problems we would be soft and spoiled. It is the hard times we experience that make us appreciate the easy. Everything has purpose. I learn that more and more all the time.

So, what lesson or purpose do I think my “boss” serves for me?

Compassion and pity. When the anger of the moment goes away, I feel sorry for her. I think her purpose for me is to “see” the flawed person that she is and wish for her to be a better one. Sounds easy, but it’s not. There are so many things to be angry with her for, so many reasons to wish bad things on her, paybacks, that it’s hard to put those aside and wish good for someone like that. I think that’s my lesson though. I’m working on it. I’m trying.

March 22, 2010 Posted by | Friends, Life, Work | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Pardon me while I bitch…

I’m sorry. I don’t usually give in to this sort of behaviour, and I hate it when other people do it, but I just have to vent. There has been so much irritating stuff happening lately that I just can’t hold it all in.

Yes, I do wonder if it’s really just me that’s irritable…LOL. Possibly. I DO believe I AM premenopausal. Either way, the result is the same. I need to VENT.

So….where to start?

How about the lady customer at work the other day? She comes up to the counter, Christina helps her (for about a half hour, mind you) and she finally gets her cake ordered. Fast forward. I make the cake yesterday. It’s a 1/4 sheet cake, shaped into a “21”. It’s pink, purple and yellow, with balloons on it at well. It was hideous. It’s what the order form said she wanted though. She comes to get the cake. She doesn’t like it. It “wasn’t what I expected it to look like”. I asked her what she thought it was supposed to look like. She says, “I don’t know, it’s just not what I pictured.” At this point, I really wanted to tell the bitch…ummm….lady….that I was not a freaking mind reader. I refrained. She didn’t take the cake.

Next (and these are not in any sort of chronological order), we are out of dish soap in the bakery. We get our supplies every Thursday. It was Saturday and we were out of soap. Someone should have put that on the order list. What really pissed me off about this was that just a couple of weeks ago (if that long) we ran out of soap. I would think that if you ran out of something, you’d make sure you didn’t do that again. Wrong. Mallory (our assistant) has been doing the ordering. I think I pissed her off yesterday when I said, “I don’t know who ordered supplies last time but we are out of soap, AGAIN.” She replies, “well, you should say something Tuesday when the order goes in.” I reply to her, “I wasn’t here Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday”. I would have liked to tell her that it’s not my job to make sure she does her job. She’s got an order guide. All she has to do is go down the list and check each item to make sure we have enough to last the week. How hard is that? I kept my mouth shut though. That would have been a little TOO harsh. I’m really not a mean person.


This involves my friend/coworker Tamara. She’s a sweet girl, 22, who has a wonderful personality…funny, vivacious, giving, somewhat extroverted. She’s very pretty too, if somewhat on the chunky side. Unfortunately, she has terrible luck with boyfriends/husbands. She’s been married once and has been divorced about a year now. He cheated on her. Her last boyfriend was an asshole and ended up hitting her before she broke it off with him. She’s now with another loser. No, he doesn’t hit her or even talk to her bad. He doesn’t have a job though and lives with his Mother. He’s 33 and has a 12 year old son. Tamara is crazy about him, but she’s already mentioned things about him never wanting to have sex….always being tired (don’t know why, he doesn’t work)….not wanting to go anywhere with her without taking his son. These are just a few of the “problems”. It’s very frustrating to see her making allowances for him and doing all the compromising. She buys his cigarettes, makes dr. appointments for his kid, takes his sorry ass out looking for work (he doesn’t have a car), and has probably spent a lot of her income tax refund on him. Every time she calls him he seems to have been asleep, no matter what time of day.


I told her she needs to lose this dude. I told her I was telling her this because I cared about her too. She deserves much better. She’s a wonderful girl and she’s being wasted on someone that doesn’t appreciate her. She’s working and going to school and she’s going to go places in her life. She doesn’t need that guy hanging around her neck, dragging her down.

Whew! It feels better getting that out. Maybe now it won’t bother me so much.


March 15, 2010 Posted by | Friends, Life, Work | , | Leave a comment

Just another post…or is it?


It might be. I have no idea. I didn’t start this post with any sort of topic in mind. I guess I could talk about my day. There’s not much to distinguish it from a thousand other days I’ve had though. It was busy. I had the same routine that I have just about every day I work. There really wasn’t anything to make it stand out, good or bad, as days go.

It was payday, not that that’s anything to get excited about. The house payment pretty much takes care of this one. Hopefully, next payday will provide a little extra so Joseph and I can go see Alice in Wonderland. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

It seems to have got cold again. I’m not very happy with that fact…as I sit here shivering. The hot cup of coffee I’m sipping isn’t doing much to help. I’m sure if I got off my ass and moved around a bit it would help immensely. Unfortunately, my feet and ankles seem to be protesting this evening. I can’t blame them. If I stood on you all day, you’d protest too.

I think I shall endeavor to make some muffins this evening. Chocolate chip muffins. I only have one banana nut muffin left, so I need to make something for breakfast. It’s either chocolate chip or pumpkin muffins. Since Jared will be helping me…it’ll probably be the chocolate chip ones…LOL. That’s ok. I’ll do pumpkin another time. Or maybe lemon. I love lemon. I’ve even thought about doing coconut. If you haven’t yet noticed, I’m really into muffins right now. I’ve been thinking of all sorts of varieties I can make. I love muffins. Untill recently though, the muffins I’ve consumed have mostly been store-bought. Then I made a batch of blueberry muffins from a mix and was surprised at how perfect they turned out. So I started making some from scratch. Perfect again! I’m hooked.

Things are really going smoothly on my writing. I’ve been writing down outline every break I have at work. It’s awesome. I think I’m nearing the end of the complete story…or am I? I may leave a loose end that could lead to another story. Who knows? It’s so exciting to feel like I’m accomplishing something though. I just wish I didn’t have such troubles with my hands. Sometimes it’s hard to write much in my notebook at work because of….well…work. It wreaks havoc on my hands. Typing isn’t so bad, but I like writing down ideas in my notebook. The idea/outlining stage works better for me if I write by hand. Oh well, such is life. Some day it would be nice if I didn’t have to do anything else but write. I have the perfect secluded place, just no peace and quiet…LOL. I have kids.

Kids grow up though, don’t they? Unless their boys (and mine are) then they never grow up. Joseph is (technically) a legal adult though. He’s 18…almost 19. Jared is a bit behind him at 11…almost 12. Their birthdays are a week apart in June. My little June bugs. I know that one of these days they will both be grown and gone with families of their own…but right now it seems like a long way down the road…LOL. Especially when Jared can’t go 5 minutes without coming in here and pestering me.

Well, I guess that’s all for tonight. I guess I was pretty much all over the place here and didn’t really have anything to say. I just felt like talking though. And not to anyone in particular. Just myself. That way I don’t have to worry about anyone else butting in and making me lose my train of thought (like I need another person to cause that…LOL…as you can tell from this post).

Ciao for now!

March 12, 2010 Posted by | Family, Life, Work, Writing | Leave a comment

Gotta new Koosh ball


Today, the store got some new goodies…giant koosh balls! Yes, I got one. I couldn’t resist. The koosh ball has special significance to me, as you might already know, if you’ve read that post. I have been playing with it all evening.  I can’t seem to keep my hands off it…LOL. It’s squishy and stretchy and I love it.

Ok, now that I have that out of my system, we can talk about something else.

I’ve been writing again! Ok, so I haven’t written much actual story, but I’ve been going to town on writing more outline. I’ve been coming up with all sorts of good ideas. I’m so excited.

I haven’t really had as much time to write as I would like to because of the kids and work. Work has been especially busy. I don’t know what’s going on, but cake sales have really picked up. It’s been really hard to keep things filled. I can’t complain too much though, I’ve been bumped up to 40 hours again…woo hoo! I will probably even get some overtime this week because Teresa feel today and hurt her elbow. She won’t be back till at least Wednesday, if she’s released. She won’t be back long though before she has to leave for surgery on her leg…from another fall she had…after her first day at work. That one happened at home though. She’s a bit accident prone I guess.

Anyway, I may be getting lots of overtime when she gets her surgery done. I’m going to miss her though. She’s a great worker and fun to work with. She needs to get her surgery taken care of though. They say it’ll fix her up better than ever. I hope so. She’s worried about it. She’s afraid something will go wrong and it will be worse than it is now.

Well, I think I better stop for now. It’s been difficult just writing this bit.  Kids and privacy don’t mix…LOL. So, I have to apologize if things seemed a little disjointed. It’s hard to concentrate when you have someone talking to you constantly about nonsense.

I’ll try again tomorrow…maybe.

March 5, 2010 Posted by | Friends, Life, Work, Writing | 1 Comment

Saturdays Suck

Yeah, that’s right, I hate Saturdays. That’s the suckiest day of the week for me.

Why, you ask?

Well, unlike most people who have 8 to 5 jobs, monday thru friday, weekends off, I happen to be a cake decorator. That means I work weekends. Do you know why I have to work weekends? Because of all you “normal” people out there that think you have to have your parties on…you guessed it…the weekend. So, while we may get 6 to 15 orders a day during the week, we get 35 to 40, maybe more, on Saturdays.

Wait, that’s not all.

Due to the wonderful order-taking abilities of some of my co-workers, we always have issues with at least a few of the orders. Today was no different. Three people had to be called to clarify their orders. Taking a cake order is NOT rocket science. The order form is very simple. It tells you everything that is needed and all you have to do is fill in the blank or circle something. The only place where you have to do much writing at all is the “description” area. How do they want it decorated? I could write pages on all the un-decipherable gibberish I’ve had to try and translate. Then there’s the inscription area. Bad penmanship + weird ass names = pissed off decorator.


You know, that’s probably a good thing.

And another thing…

No, this has nothing to do with Saturdays. This has to do with rude ass drivers.

I drive 30 minutes to work. Today, on my half-hour drive home, after a shitty day, I’m switching highways, and as I make my way around the ramp and speed up to get onto the other highway, I almost get run over by a van who won’t make way for me as I’m trying to merge. Normally, this wouldn’t bother me too much but there were two factors that pissed me off. The first, there were no other cars around. This asshole could have easily moved over into the other lane. The second, I notice a cross sticker on their back window. A cross. This jerk was advertising his “christianity”. I don’t know about you, but if I was going to drive like an ass, I wouldn’t advertise that I was a “christian”. It’s not good publicity.

I should probably stop here…before I go on a rampage about hypocrisy. It could get real ugly and offensive. So, I’ll quit my rant now and just chalk it up to having a bad day.


February 13, 2010 Posted by | Life, Work | , , , , | Leave a comment

Another day, another dollar (or a fraction thereof)

Well, there hasn’t been much interesting happening around here so I can’t promise this will be an exciting post, but I felt like writing and it’s my blog, so there.

I don’t really have a lot of time to write this morning, but Joseph usually takes half an hour in the shower so I have a few minutes…LOL. Today is hopefully going to be a good day. My boss is off so I won’t have to worry about her getting in my business. I’m really glad that Debbie (my boss’s boss) has come and gone. Donna (my boss) gets so uptight when she knows that Debbie is coming. She had me waste time doing Valentine’s cakes that Debbie was coming to help with so that Debbie wouldn’t have much to do and therefore not stay long. All she did was waste my time. Debbie stayed all day anyway…LOL. I thought it was funny.

Debbie wasn’t bad at all yesterday. I usually don’t have any problems with  her anyway though. She likes me and respects me. Yesterday she even said she is embarrassed to decorate in front of me. I intimidate her. LOL. It was flattering. But what sort of response do you give to something like that?

Anyway, today should be a relaxing day. I’ll be alone in the decorating corner and as long as I don’t have a ton of orders, I should get lots of extra stuff done. That’s the plan, anyhow.

Well, it looks as if Joseph is done in the shower. I guess I should wrap this up. I”m off tomorrow, so maybe I’ll try to post something a little more entertaining.

I hope everyone has an enjoyable day.

February 11, 2010 Posted by | Family, Life, Work | Leave a comment

Another day

It finally got above freezing today. Here it is, 37 degrees, and I’m excited. Tomorrow is supposed to get up to 44 and be sunny. I love it. I’m off tomorrow.

I haven’t really given much thought to what I’m going to write about for my “Weekly Writing Rant” tomorrow. I’m finding it difficult to come up with new topics. Well, I have ideas for topics, just don’t think I’m very qualified to talk about them. Most of the stuff I’ve discussed so far is stuff that I’ve had to deal with in some way. Since I’m a rather inexperienced writer, I haven’t dealt with a whole lot.

I haven’t been writing much at all lately. I’ve mostly just been writing in my journal or doing the Facebook thing. I’ve had a lot going on in my personal life. Still do. It’s slowly but surely getting taken care of though. I think I can make out a little pinpoint of light at that end of the dark, depressing tunnel I’ve been traveling through. The end is near. Knowing that takes a little of the load off. I wonder if old people feel that way when their end is near? I guess it just depends on the person and their beliefs.

Even though I haven’t actually been writing, I’ve been thinking about writing. Yeah, I know, it’s not the same…LOL…but thinking is a valid part of the process. Today, while having a conversation with Teresa, my coworker, I had an idea for a story blossom in my head. It started with one of the cake orders I was working on. It was a white cake with lemon filling….and chocolate icing. Gross. Anyway, I told Teresa that they must be aliens because no human could like such a combination. That was the bud of the idea. Throughout the day I toyed with it until I had the basics for a story plot. No, I”m not going to tell you…LOL. It’s my idea.

Well, as much as I’d like to stay and chat, I really do have to go cut some wood. It seems like that’s an every day occurance. And while I really don’t mind cutting wood, I don’t like doing it in the cold…or the dark…so I better get outside and brave the former before the latter descends.

January 10, 2010 Posted by | Life, Work, Writing | , , , | Leave a comment