Company Needs Misery

ramblings of a beast

Management Update

Posted on | February 22, 2011 | Comments Off

It has come to our attention that our heroine has been under the weather, over the hill and yonder ho. She wishes to return to her ramblings but until they make any sense everyone will just have to stand by and re read her finer days if she had any. Thank you for your time and patience.

-The Mgt

Happy New Year…a little late

Posted on | January 11, 2011 | Comments Off

She realized it had been much too long since she’d written anything. It’s amazing how you can lose yourself sometimes. Focus had always been a unique challenge for her anyway. Then there are the excuses…I want to but…she had used them all.

Happy New Year. Another year of potential ups and downs and all that goes with it. Hooray. The SMTWTHFS pill box was so full she’d have to come up with a new plan if the doctor added anything else to try and keep her “balanced.” What a word. It would be easier to walk a tight rope across two high rise buildings than keep her “balanced.” At least it was an interesting ride.

So tonight she was waiting for snow. Apparently a fair amount of it that the whole area was in a panic and milk was in short supply. Heaven forbid. Lucky for her a couple days spent at home “snowed in” was not a problem (chuckle) and physical therapy for her shoulder would be rescheduled. Just let the power stay on. If that went out things might get a little tense. *No internet GASP*

She really should have gone to the library to stock up on reading material, though she probably had plenty on hand to read or re-read. There are only so many hours of HGTV one can watch. Actually a huge fan of the TV station, she was now confident she could renovate her entire home HERSELF. It was probably a better statement to say she should stop watching HGTV for the safety of her home.

Keep warm…


Posted on | December 16, 2010 | Comments Off

She always thought there was something wonderful about being surprised by snow. Although there had been a few flurries on her way to physical therapy yesterday, she didn’t expect to look out the window today and find the rooftops covered and dark streets blanketed in white. This of course brought her shopping trip to a halt, simply because she didn’t trust the rest of the drivers on the road for the “first snowfall” of the year. They tended to slip and slide and not have very good control over their vehicles and she was really in no mood for a car crash.

She could already declare this year the WORST year for designer handbags. Upon a trip to the mall last night, she found that a walk into the Coach store left her wondering what the heck happened to what used to be such a wonderful company. It looked like the circus had come to town. There wasn’t a single bag in the store made of the wonderful heavy leather Coach was known for and the rest that wasn’t leather was…well…stuff…varying fabrics and shiny stuff and um…yeah. Circus. And she told the salespeople. They of course probably had a few words about her after she left, after all, she was carrying a Michael Kors bag, but her bag was far classier than any of the garbage in this year’s Coach collection.

A trip into Macy’s and a look at Dooney Bourke drew her attention to a turquoise shiny maybe leather, maybe plastic? collection that was so horrendous no wonder it was on sale. What were they thinking? Raincoat perhaps, pocketbook not so much. They had a few good bags but you were limited to black basically. (Her Macy’s was pathetic)

Even her favorite Michael Kors had nothing to offer that was worthy of a second glance which left her to declare this as being the worst season of handbags since the whole metal metal metal year. At least that was over. One does not need a rivet in every square inch.

So, she’d have to rethink her gift giving ideas or head up to a better mall which *might* have more of a selection. (This could also mean more of a selection of horrifying bags!)

This, of course, if she can get through the snow. Luck would be appreciated!


Posted on | December 6, 2010 | 2 Comments

She was supposed to have her arm up in a sling but that was no fun. She was really quite defiant when it came to a lot of things. This got her into trouble, but in this case, the sling hurt her neck and playing her video game and saying hello to the world was a little more important.

So here she was. Not much to say other than “ouch” and “hello” and hope everyone is well and great…she was talking to herself again. You can spend the whole day with a burning desire to say something witty and wonderful and then when it comes time to say it “poof” nothing. Oh well.

She was, indeed, still nuts.

Everyone needs a great hat

Posted on | December 5, 2010 | Comments Off

Everyone really does need a great hat and this one is perfect perfect perfect! It’s actually made by my great friend Dottie at her new shop Crowshade Creations. I love sock monkeys and even have sock monkey ornaments on my Christmas tree so I’m thinking I may need to have one of these hats. (Heaven forbid I draw a little attention to myself!)

Be sure to click the link and check out Dottie’s hats as well as her other hats and goodies at CreativeHook!


Posted on | November 6, 2010 | 2 Comments

Before, when she was lonely and sitting in her room just staring out the doorway waiting for something amazing to happen, a talking dog would sometimes come into the story. That was before.

Before, when she was lonely and sitting in her room just staring out the window waiting for something amazing to happen, a talking worm would sometimes come into the story. That was before.

Before, when she was lonely and sitting in her room, she wasn’t always just sitting in her room. She would magically go places by entering a cabinet and appearing somewhere else. Seemed like a cool trick. Wasn’t like she had to really work it out. People just had to believe it cause she wrote it. It just happened. But whatever. That was before.

Tonight there was no talking dog. Tonight there was no talking worm. There was no magic cabinet to enter. The doorway was empty, the window shade was drawn down which was probably best because the leaves were all falling off the trees which was making her anxious anyway. (Breathe)

Tonight there was just a girl thinking about a dancing groundhog.

Something odd…

Posted on | November 6, 2010 | Comments Off

She looked around…something odd was going on. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Where were they? Who were they? What were they doing here? Were they going to say something? Was their going to be a giant explosion of penis enhancement advertisements or something awful in her near future? Something felt funny. You know who you are. If you are here for evil, go away. And if not. Sorry. Heh.


Posted on | November 5, 2010 | Comments Off

She was hurting and the weather outside was dreary. One would probably say she was rather dreary too. She’d come to the 200th entry. Should have happened a while ago but this is what happens when one sits around with nothing to say. No celebration really, no bells or whistles, balloons or confetti to throw. Just this. Hooray.

It was rather unfortunate that she’d hit a road block on creative street because she knew somewhere deep inside there was so much to say. She’d find herself just gazing and wondered if she had adult ADD. (She gazed off after writing that sentence and it was a while before she resumed this amazing drivel.)

So here she was. Ok. Now what. . . yeah exactly. Nothing left. But thank you for reading. Have a nice day.

The Trees Lie

Posted on | October 26, 2010 | Comments Off

The beautiful fall leaves are a seduction this time of year. They draw you in, the fiery colours, quite magnificent. But the truth is, the leaves will drop, leaving behind an empty skeleton and little hope until spring when new buds form. If we’re lucky, the cold of winter sometimes brings beauty to the skeletal trees with it’s icey dresses and skirts of snow. But it would be a while before that would happen. For now, the leaves were changing, dying. Dropping. They aren’t honest in what they are.

Brushing off the cobwebs and opening up the window

Posted on | October 24, 2010 | Comments Off

She had been hiding again. She did that from time to time. She’d had the window shade drawn shut and little contact with the world. It was hard to crawl out from that and here she was over a month later thinking it was about time she said something.

She wasn’t sure what she should say. There is always that embarrassment when one forgets to send a thank you or waits too long to reply to an RSVP. She supposed this really wasn’t like that. This was something else entirely.

There had been several times when she’d wanted to write and to travel magically with words, when things came to her beautifully, but not conveniently, such as while driving or just as she was about to fall asleep and couldn’t write them down. Excuses perhaps. Maybe she was just making excuses.

She would have to make a conscious decision to continue in her efforts. The story was inside her and she knew it needed to come out. She had to be patient with herself, but disciplined enough to continue writing daily and follow through with a plan. There wasn’t an easy out to this. It simply had to be done in its own time.

The leaves on the trees outside her window were changing colour. Soon they would fall and all that would remain would be the skeletons of their beauty. . .

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