Wednesday, October 20, 2010


Is it healthy to have moods go up and down with such unpredictability? Maybe it's just the way people are. Maybe I'm more normal than I give myself credit for.

Music helps. One of the greatest gifts that God has given me is a love and appreciation for music that is so strong, I can actually physically FEEL it. The right song can lift me outside of myself, take me out of all the crap, and give me a feeling of power and rightness that I cannot achieve in any other way.

Dolls help. It is extremely satisfying to look at a doll and know his or her name, story, and personality.

And more than anything, faith helps. When all else fails, I know God is watching and has a plan. I just need to listen so He can share it with me.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Light at the End of the Tunnel

I don't know if I can afford to stay in this apartment. I hope I can, at least for awhile. With everything else that is going on, moving would be the thing to drive me completely around the bend.

But no matter what, things are better. And they will continue to get better. I'm so much more blessed than I ever realized.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010


There is something very satisfying about the creative process. It's even more satisfying when you genuinely love the product you've turned out. While I could sit and pick apart the minor details and mistakes, I find it much nicer to just enjoy having a new doll in my collection that nobody else has. Behold the before, Raspberry Tart with an extra dress from Strawberry Shortcake:

And the finished product, Raisin Cane:

I'm so pleased with how this project went, she is going to be first in a series.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

It's Saturday Night

I'm alive. I exist. I don't think I can say I live.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010


How do you juggle a professional relationship with a friendship when the same two people are involved? How do you approach a friend who says they value your relationship, but appears completely incapable of (at best) or disinterested in(at worst) doing their share of the work. (We all know that any relationship takes work.) How do you separate the crap from the valuable? How does someone who was once very sure of who they were figure it out when they realize they no longer have any idea? How do you develop faith in yourself? How do you know where to start with the million ideas in front of you, each with its own appeal, pros, and cons?

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Epiphany, of sorts

Maybe I'm looking for solutions to problems that aren't really problems. Maybe I'm trying to fix things that aren't broken. Maybe I'm okay the way I am, complete with uncertainties and fears.

Monday, February 15, 2010


Life is good, life sucks. Happy, sad. Lonely, content. Up, down.

This cannot be healthy.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Ode to a Saturday Night

Highlights from a non-typical Saturday night:

- a gymnastic/tumbling/trampoline show. Nothing like seeing people doing what they love and doing it well, especially if a couple of them happen to be really hot men. ;)

- discovering a favourite song performed by a favourite voice. How have I never heard k.d. lang sing "Hallelujah" before? Sheer brilliance.

- reading the Hasbro press release about the 2010 SSC line before going out, and coming home to find that not only are the Toy Fair pictures up, but the entire line looks great.

- chatting online with a couple of very close friends before bed. It's great to be reminded that there are good people in your life.

God has a way of showering you with blessings, right when you need them most. They may not be obvious, and may come in the form of entertainment, remote conversation, or pictures of little plastic toys. But receive them. He wants you to have them.

Sunday, January 31, 2010


How do people get through life? Seriously, there is no way every other person on the planet can feel as bloody lost and clueless as I do.

Is it just that they've never thought about it?

Saturday, January 30, 2010


When I'm in the grocery store, is anyone in there just putting things in their cart out of habit? Do they know what to buy from experience, and aren't really thinking through the numb haze?

When I'm driving through the city, are any of the motorists chasing thoughts in their heads, trying to find the one that they need, but that they know probably isn't there?

When I'm serving customers at the store, are any of them putting on a happy face because they feel like they can't let anyone know about the screaming in their head?

Do any of these people wish they knew what kind of help they need, much less how to cry out for it?

Or is it just me?

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Happy and Sad

Today I celebrated my 37th birthday. It was a nice day, spent with many of the most important people in my life. Jamie and I had a nice breakfast and watched a movie together, and then we met my whole immediate family for supper. Just the way I like to celebrate.

When I came home and did my habitual check of Facebook, it was to news that one of my father's cousins had died. He was a wonderful man - clever, witty, intelligent, and observant. His whole family are special people, and several of them, particularly two of his daughters and one of his grandchildren, are people who I consider among my dearest friends. My heart goes out to them.

Life is like this. Happy and sad coexist, drifting in and out of each others' spheres of influence.

Monday, January 25, 2010

The Difference Between Small and Little

Small Stuff to Not Sweat

- a couple of days worth of unwashed lunch containers
- the Bay's seeming refusal to make Automatic Replenishment work properly
- being unable to move my car for a few days after a snowstorm
- dust
- screwing up Weight Watchers once in awhile
- The Things I Cannot Change (some smaller than others)

A Few of the "Little Things in Life"

- The Big Bang Theory (sitcom, not science)
- colouring
- Oz books
- 2010 = Strawberry Shortcake's 30th Anniversary... surprises await!
- figurines in unmarked boxes, the geek equivalent of Kinder Surprise
- actual Kinder Surprise

Friday, January 22, 2010

Collecters are nuts

I know, because I'm one of them.

Take today, for example. I spent $10 on an 18-year-old Christmas catalogue. Why, you ask? Well, you see, it had one page of Strawberry Shortcake toys in it.

Yes. Take that in. Meanwhile, I'll be cutting pages out of old catalogues to make a really spectacular presentation book filled with subtly-different advertising photos from the early 80s.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

God Works in Mysterious Ways

Yesterday, I lost a friend to lung cancer. She was a co-worker for a short time, having just started at our store in August. A month or so after that she got sick with the flu, and wasn't getting better. In November, she found out she had cancer, although didn't tell us until a couple of weeks ago, when it had become very clear her time was short.

I had not known Marilyn long, but in the short time we were friends, I felt blessed to have her in my life. She was a delightful and interesting woman, and I know that had we been given the chance, we would have developed a solid friendship. I already miss her very much.

When she chose to let us know of her illness, Marilyn asked to be able to tell me herself before the announcement was made to the department. That was very touching, as it leads me to believe Marilyn also considered me to be a good friend, and valued our relationship. We had a short conversation on the phone, enough for me to know that her spirit was still strong.

Through communication with her family, we learned that Marilyn's time was very, very short. I became increasingly upset that while I had gotten to talk to her, I would never see her again, since it had rapidly reached the stage where only family was allowed to see or talk to her. The cosmetics team did what little we could. We sent a floral arrangement, and two days ago, on Friday evening, we prepared a meal for her family. Svetlana and I delivered it to the hospital, and Marilyn's daughter saw that a rule needed to be broken and took us in for a short time. She had just been medicated, and couldn't communicate well, but Marilyn obviously knew who we were and was glad to see us. Her grip on our hands was strong despite how weak she was. We got one last chance to tell her we loved her and missed her.

THAT was the last time I saw Marilyn, but I am so blessed. I got some closure, I got to tell her I loved her, and I know that she understood me. The next morning, when church ended, I saw I had voicemail and I knew right away that Marilyn was gone.

Many people beat cancer, and many people do not. I do not know why Marilyn was one of the ones who didn't. But in the tragedy of this, something has happened. I have learned how precious life is, and that is something I needed badly in light of my recent issues. So often in the past year I have come close to the edge of not wanting to live anymore, and while I know that these are not problems with easy solutions, I have now been given some perspective that makes me want to fight that kind of thing with every bit of strength I have.

Goodbye, Marilyn. In the short time we knew each other, you brought me so much more than you could ever have imagined. I have no doubt that we will meet again someday, in a better place. When we do, we will have Eternity to pick up our friendship again.