Grace's Page

That's the name of my new blog on Blogger, and here's the address http://www.theladyisbuggie.blogspot.com/. So far my blogging there is sporadic, since I can't log in from my computer and have to borrow my dad's. :( I've cleared my cache, deleted cookies, checked the javascripting, and tried 3 different browsers, and still can't log in. If anyone has any suggestions, I'd be most grateful.

My mother's birthday is tomorrow, and I gave her this
http://www.etsy.com/view_transaction.php?… Continue

In November I started carrying some of my sister's jewelry in my store. Last week someone bought out the book thong listing! She bought 4 at once. Joy has plenty more, so I've relisted them. They are great bookmarks, especially for hardbacks. Check them out here http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5139513&section_id=5225387 along with all of her lovely pieces.

This has been a long, tiring week. On Monday I was called at 8:30 to come in at noon because we had a flood in the store.

Yep, a flood (of sorts).

Last Saturday
we had a leak near the back wall and half an office trashcan of water. Sunday morning we had a full can of water and a fallen ceiling tile.
We could see a disconnected pipe, but didn't know what it was, and good
luck getting it fixed on a Sunday.

It POURED Sunday night, inside
and out. The torrent of water set… Continue

One of my nephews called last night to let us know his other grandfather had died. Bob had been in poor health for months, so it wasn't totally unexpected. We all knew he wouldn't see another Christmas, but we didn't expect it this soon.

Bob was 94, and he'd been sure he was going to die soon for the last dozen years. As the youngest child by quite a few years, he'd watched his dad and uncles and brothers all die before him, most of them at 83. So, sure that he was going to die at that… Continue

This birthday has been almost a total bummer. The only bright spot is that I got to sleep later than on most Sundays, when I'm up at 6:30 for 7:30 Mass.

We went off to the KC hall to set up for the Memorial Mass, and the back door was locked. After ringing the bell several times, Dad went around the front and got in there, then came downstairs and let us in. The program went well, and then we went upstairs to the Sunday buffet. I was almost through the line when a server dropped a hot… Continue