Ramblings of a Canadian Gypsy Phoenix

  Page 4 of 365. Good Morning Lovies. How is your Sunday Funday going??? I am going to dive right into what is on my mind right now; unfortunately this entry isn't going to be about pleasantries. So let's have it... I have been writing about the corporation that owns the building I reside in. We had a tenant union meeting, and immediately after we met with the owner, his daughter, and a few other people in upper management.  As soon as they walked in, I knew I was going to be targeted because I am the one with the loudest voice. The problem is, I don't fear them. Everyone has the right to live in a safe, clean and warm environment and I will be the voice for those who cannot speak. So, as I was saying, everyone had gathered in the room and the first thing that is said... The owner asked his "henchman" (idiot/puppet/moron/asshole/any vile name you wanna put here), if there was anyone in the room that they were in the middle of taking to court. This bird, tells him ...

Page 3 of 365. Good Afternoon Lovies. How are you this lovely (damn cold) Saturday? It is the third day of the new year already. It is kinda crazy how fast time seems to be slipping by... and for the most part, I don't like it!!! In a week, my dad is going to be 87 years old, and once again, he is facing another bout with cancer; except this time, it is a rare type of skin cancer.  I just want to scream out to the universe to go pick on someone else; BUT I don't wish this kind of anguish on anyone, not even my worst enemy. My oldest granddaughter will be 6 years old in a couple weeks, and my youngest grandbaby is turning four in February. Just blows my mind. Seeing my family over the holidays really drove that point to me. I hadn't seen my family in almost a year, and when I saw my parents, my heart broke (if there was any way it could shatter anymore). I CAN say, I don't really have anything in my personal life that I can whine or complain about... there are minor thin...

  Book 3. Chapter 1. Page 1 of 365. Good Afternoon, my Lovies.  I hope all of you who went out last night, were able to toss out 2025 like the dirty, spiteful rag that is was. In our house, we tend to follow mostly, Celtic and Norse traditions. You generally are supposed to walk through your front door, walk straight through and exit at the back door (this is an invitation for good luck).  We also have the traditional cinnamon ritual done on the first of every month. I don't believe in the "new year, new me" BS. If people want to change themselves, or their lifestyle, they don't need a specific day to do that. If they truly wanted it... they would DO it!!! No excuses. I am not going to be the asshole to rain on your parade. I wish you absolutely the best in whatever you are choosing for yourself; just be sure you're do it for you. 2024 was the year of FAFO. 2025 was the year of Retribution. 2026 is the year of Rediscovery. "May the road rise to meet you, and ...