Ici DJ io I'm still here. Still djing. On Sundays is my "oh sheeeet" day. Black Ort is finally doing his show again, and we have a contest almost every week,. Almost. Between 6 and 7 pm SLT/PST, there is "guess the musical theme." I have done themes like animals, a specific person, the group … Continue reading Life goes on

It's been a while since I last updated... Nearly 18 years ago I had a newborn and a toddler to care for while my common-law boyfriend and I shopped for Canadian Thanksgiving. He kept on taking his blood pressure and was getting weird readings. I told him to go get himself checked out. He refused. … Continue reading Number of Days

For the first time in ages, I did not have to cook for a small army. Yes, I know I got given Christmas meals the last few years from a sponsorship, but I used to have to do the shop and help cook the meal. We always shared it too. My ex also used to … Continue reading Christmas

Spread your tiny wings and fly away I catnapped on the flight after taking some more video for tik toks to be made later once I landed. I knew I wouldn't have any cel service while in the air, and I was tired. I couldn't sleep on the puddlejumper because I was nervous, scared, excited, … Continue reading Snowbird

I couldn't relax at the airport. I know I'm starting menopause and when my ibs flares, that too makes me feel flushed and hot. Then there's the act of blushing. I was worried I was over the temperature threshold and wouldn't be able to get on the plane. I was wrong. I breezed through security … Continue reading Puddlejumper

As I sit here and type, I look back at the last 60ish days of 2020. I spent November packing, sorting, and getting rid of my things and filling my children's rooms with their stuff. I rehomed the guinea pigs - Neo and Winter went to a friend of a friend. Silo and Muffin went … Continue reading 54 Days….

I watched the door close behind the kids as they left. I found out later that they had been recording me to use it against me. He had told them to do that. I can never trust a visit with my kids, I told myself. Just like their father, they know how to push my … Continue reading The Last Two Months Of Heart Breaks

Let me state this simply - the Whip and I have parted ways. There... That's said... I can now go on to everything else that has happened since... When did I last blog? My eldest decided to move in with his father in February. I'm kinda glad he did, because it gave the other two … Continue reading 8 Months of Heart Breaks…

Rawr! Dancers! On Saturday the 24th, Jay Sparrowtree from the Whip dropped a comment in staff chat that to both myself and my uncle, Black Ort, took to mean that Black Ort's Master's Round Table was being moved to something called Gorfest for the day. We literally looked at each other and said "what's Gorfest? … Continue reading Gorfest