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Shipping art at a flat rate from Canada

Over the last few years I’ve realized one thing and that is that Canadian shipping costs are amongst some of the highest in the world. Canada Post is a crown corporation and not subsidized by our government.

There is nothing that I can do about our shipping charges except that of learning everything there is to know about them.

And as such, after a good talk last week with the clerk at the Post Office I realized that I’m able to charge a little less than what I have been charging. It wasn’t that I was charging too much… by any measure my shipping charges were reasonable by Canadian standards. But seeing as the majority of art that I sell travels south of the border into a country with some of the cheapest shipping rates in the world, I really needed to rethink and figure out a better shipping system that is more inline with what Americans are charging.
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The end of innocence or why we grow potatoes

Many anniversaries precariously show their face to me during this time of year when summer begins to end and everything alive turns crunchy beneath your feet as it withers and dies.

What am I trying to say? August 26, 2009 passed just as any other day yet it did mark four years sobriety and it was nine years ago that day that I moved out and left my ex-husband. September 5, 2009 still looms in the near future and with it comes the painful memory of my appendix rotting and doctors telling me there was no sign of Crohn’s and that it was just a bad case of gangrenous appendicitis. Right! Three weeks later in 1997 I was having 11 inches of bowel removed and weighed a ghastly 98 pounds. Sorry, but you doctors at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Halifax should never have sent me home to Fredericton. I wasn’t even eating solid food eight days post-op after you silly doctors cut and stapled my abdomen crooked.

If I had remained a wife, September 5th, would’ve marked my eleventh wedding anniversary.

Today… today…
I, saw him again
Today
Today…

So what do you do when memories cloud your judgment? I turned inwards and let it ride and grew some purple skinned potatoes with my mom.

Monday’s list – stats, features and missing friends

  1. All orders are shipping out on time
  2. Milton the Fish made the Friday Finds Fish List!
  3. Very close friend leaves to build snow bridges for four to five months in Northern Manitoba on Wednesday morning so companies can get their precious oil out while the marshland ground is frozen and accessible :(
  4. Do you love me featured on Ahora que hice
  5. Censorship by Bananas and his sexier female flowered counterpart featured on Medusa de Lumbre – Thank you!
  6. Finished custom bottle and box rendering work for Liquid Sunshine new product launch
  7. My profile on Flickr just surpassed 20,000 views excluding the views on individual uploads
  8. 284 Twitterites are following me, thank you
  9. Quietly opened shop on Artfire which has currency converter built in when you are logged in to buy or sell
  10. My artwork is on five continents now – Wow!

967 days later…

Memories accumulate over time interlacing overlapping each other causing fog to form at the base of one’s understanding. We see people in passing who at one time understood us; perhaps even loved us and whom we used to love to. They dwell between the nether regions of our souls; a place dark perhaps distraught from years of neglect and solitude.

When you see what it really is
that is what you’ll “get”
Got it?

I don’t know why I saw her tonight. I don’t know why she was there dancing. I couldn’t understand the memories that surged yet understood why and how they became.

We ingested copious amounts of drugs together. We partied days at a time. Not hours. Nor evenings. Days. 72 hours? 3 days turned into weeks for me. Months. Years. Passed.

It broke tonight. The craving for intoxication. Annihilation. Emptiness. I saw her and all that was is. All that will be was forgotten.

Nine hundred and sixty seven days later I remain sober of GHB.

Fuck, the last two weeks became stupendously hard for me and I don’t know why. It was all I could do but work, draw, write, sleep, not sleep, be, not be, freak silently while the cravings raced over me, through me and around me. How can this be? How!!! Talking to someone here in this freaking city is irrelevant. People here in this small town have no clue. NONE.

So, I will talk to you. You who will not judge, nor react. You who will accept. You the unknown, the present tense of life.

It melted away tonight. As quickly as it hit, two weeks later it melted, evaporated. It’s been a long long time since I’ve craved like this. Maybe the longest it has ever lasted since I quit. The whole of the month of April, 2008 has nearly strangled me with… the words just don’t exist to continue writing right now.

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A Note on Censorship, Stats and Personal Well Being

Funny, all my google referers have disappeared from my stats.
I feel more censored at home than anywhere else on earth.
And I am well.

Ever get to that point where you need to have a good long freaking cry. Just crying for the sake of crying to feel good afterwords. Not unlike laughing hysterically yet you are crying instead.

I am working harder now than I’ve ever worked in my whole life. I am working hard custom picture framing. I am working hard at drawing and painting instead of using drugs. I am writing. I find I am censoring myself. I am finding it hard to believe that I am doing all this.

I find it hard to believe that people can influence me the way they do. I find it hard to believe that I am in charge of this blog. I find it hard to believe that even though Google or WordPress hates me I still get 400+ visitors a day.

I get that urge to go crazy sometimes. Occasionally that hits HARD and I love it!

So I have this Etsy shop. And it’s damn hard to have an Etsy shop. It’s a lot of trial and error. I’m considering opening an X-rated Etsy shop because I can see the other side of the coin. Bling!

A long time ago I wished I could be in on that median. I wanted that happy medium so badly that everyone else had. I got it. I had it good. Now… single for just over one year and living with my parents, in debt up to my yin yang and I’m feeling kind of destitute, yet very creative at the same time. Men just seem to piss me off lately. They are all ogre like. Not all. I’ve met my share of female ogress’s. hahahahahahaha

Maybe that’s it.

😉

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