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Some days are just harder than others.

Some days are just plain boring. Same routine, same schedule same agenda. Some days go by so fast that you can’t remember what you ate for lunch. Then some days last longer than a week. The days you keep checking the time to see whether or not fifteen minutes have passed rather than the hour and a half you were hoping for. Then there are the days you want to just curl up under a blanket and…

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Once my husband went to bed; I needed a few moments by myself, completely alone. I didn’t want to stay up and watch endless tv for hours so I shut it off and leaned back into my couch and let the weed kick in. It was a nice day that turned to shit. Planning an engagement party for your daughter with your ex’s wife. Now don’t get me wrong, she’s fine. It’s the situation as a whole. I’m faced…

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So this is how it starts…

Rather than my daughter’s engagement being an amazing celebratory event, it becomes a whirlwind of the emotional backlash of memories I chose not to remember yet somehow, here come the emotions through the floodgates of every sick stomach churning, projectile vomiting, psycho-sob fest imaginable. Why so horrid? How could I dare crush this beautiful event? How dare I say these wretched…

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So this is Fifty..

This is the year I stop overanalyzing myself. My weight, my appearance, my worries, and my fears. This is the year I “Go with the Flow” and do it with Grace and self-love. So wherever you are in age, love yourself first! ❤️ After all, we must love ourselves first; so we can love others freely. 🥰

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Happy Mothers Day.

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Another Day Another Dollar...

Another Day Another Dollar…

Abby’s back!!!! I wonder what today will bring.

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Thank you.

For seven years of married bliss. I am a blessed child of God’s for Him to give me a gift like you. Happy Anniversary. I love you so much.

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Thank you.

For seven years of married bliss. I am a blessed child of God’s for Him to give me a gift like you. Happy Anniversary. I love you so much.

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Dad joke vs Bad joke.

Enter Rick, our new dishwasher. I’m rolling silver as I watch him walk behind the line where ‘Suzie Q’ is cooking and says …. “Why does Peter Pan fly?“ “I don’t know” She answers. “Wouldn’t you fly too if your Peter got hit by a pan? Rick laughs. Suzie doesn’t.

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Stay safe. Stay green ☘️

Kiss Kermit Day

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Stay safe. Stay green ☘️

Kiss Kermit Day

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Stay safe. Stay green ☘️

Kiss Kermit Day

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Why doesn't the sharpie work Abby?

Why doesn’t the sharpie work Abby?

“It works just fine.” She replies, waving her hand at me with sass. I give her a quizzical look like she didn’t just watch me struggle to get it to work. I grab another one and write the apartment number on the room service sheet. Sharpies are a luxury around here. When I first started the line cook, Suzanne was always looking for one, Which I would point her in the direction of our server…

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Can we stop for cigs?

Names and places have been changed to protect all homicidal maniacs. This story is entirely true, except for the totally made-up parts. Umm, “NO!” I scream to myself in my brain! You just asked me for a favor to drive you home; you can’t ask me for another one! So I let her know. “Can I get a ride home from you after work tonight?” she asked. “Sure,” I say. Why? Because I feel bad, she has to…

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Dinner service. 3/12/22 Grateful.

Dinner service. 3/12/22 Grateful.

Names and places have been changed to protect the innocence of all sociopaths involved. Some days are just better than others. Today was one of those days. Quick blurb here; a gentleman wheeled himself into the dining room by the server station; he’s a bit larger but so full of love. He has a great deep and speaks with a gentle heart. Usually, let’s call him…Bob. Bob calls and places a pickup…

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To my darling daughters,

I worry so much about you. I love you to the ends of the earth, which in reality does not have limitations; therefore, my love for you never stops. But my worry, my worry, always has a way of overpowering my trust. Not my faith in the Lord. But the belief in this evil world we live in. The most challenging part of being a parent is two things. One, learning at what ages your child needs a parent…

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Dinner service: Staff MIA?

So here’s one for you, I’m already swamped but not in a horrific pull my hair out way, more of a constantly busy, which I like. I drop off dessert to my gentleman, who loves his apple turn-over warmed with a scope of vanilla on the side. Sophia always does an excellent job of pre-dressing these babies in caramel. Oh, so delish!! Anyway, I look across the dining room, glancing at the large clock…