Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my sonorous songbirds! How are you? I am so glad that spring is officially here, although the plants and animals have known about it for some time now. I love to hear the birds singing and twittering at this time of year. I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t heard them for some time, or if the birds are bursting with energy, but their music and chatter sounds better, sweeter in the spring. It just makes me smile to hear them.

And it also makes me smile to visit with all of my irregular friends. I do so enjoy our Wednesday mornings. A little regularity in our irregular lives is not always a bad thing. I look forward to blogging and reading your comments.

Last week I mentioned the possibility of marketing Zoltar® brand products via home parties. That is one avenue I am exploring. Another possibility, of course, is the internet. Great fortunes have been made online. And it certainly seems like a logical extension of my current activities online. So I spent some time recently researching domain names and other Zoltar related info. And guess what I stumbled upon? http://www.facebook.com/pages/ZOLTAR/70127349754 That’s right; the blooming idiot has a Facebook account. And on it, he has this:

“In a sad but quietly reported event, ZOLTAR has separated from his wife of 20 years. Official court papers claim ‘Irreconcilable Differences,’ but a close family friend spoke under the condition of anonymity that ‘Mrs. ZOLTAR chose the bottle over her long-time companion.’ This never before seen picture confirms that Mrs. ZOLTAR has issues she clearly needs to resolve if there is to be any hope for reconciliation.”

He is blaming ME for ruining our marriage, with alcohol! I hardly touch the stuff. Of all the nerve! I was so outraged, I almost cast a spell. And then to add insult to injury, he posted the picture at right as supposed proof of my boozing problem. I almost choked! That's his own mother. Everyone knows what a lush she is. Everyone, that is, except for the millions of people who visit Facebook.

I left him because he thought he was some sort mechanical bull that had to inseminate every female who walked by. I left with nothing but our child in my arms and his menacing glare at my back. He has never sent a red cent to me in support payments. I am raising Junior alone and built a small but successful business enterprise. And then he posts such rubbish about me. I don’t know if I’m more hurt or angry. Well, it doesn’t matter anyway, because lies always corrode you, and that’s the thing he fears the most. Someday he will seize up like an overheated engine, and it can’t come soon enough for me.

In the meantime, I checked out some possible domain names for an online store. I believe that I posted this one a long time ago: http://www.zoltar.com/. Obviously, that one is occupied, and by a very interesting resident. Here’s another interesting one: http://zoltar.net/. For some reason, I find that attractive. Next is http://zoltar.org/. That’s rather odd. http://www.zoltar.info/ redirects, but http://www.zoltar.biz/ is available. In fact, Zoltar.biz is a perfect fit. Now I just have to find the time, money, and energy to set it up. Oh my!

Thank you so much for reading my blog this week. I predict April showers and May flowers.

Please send your spring greetings to: madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com.

I love each and every one of you. Listen to the birds, because the bird is the word. Sudorific!