I've been thinking...My family is my family, my friends have shown themselves this year, I love them dearly , Those that have shown themselves to not be friends, I still wish them the best, as I know it's not good to harbor ill-will towards others, and I genuinely am indifferent about them as they are towards me...I know I am fully capable of holding a grudge, but do not even harbor ill-will against my Father, instead I pray someday he comes to his senses-gives up the strong political stances-he has not, hence as a 29 year old woman, I choose to distance myself, from someone who verbally, mentally and emotionally was abusive as a child and a teenager.
No, I still hold strong that someday I really will get world peace, however brief, I will get it. The creepers of the world will get help that is needed, and stop creepin' on me...That day however, is far from today I believe.
I wish all of you dear readers, a Merry Christmas, do not forget the true reason for the season, but rather, focus on all he did and wished for the world, peace and love for one another.
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
Sunday, October 7, 2018
#NoMoR
Dear Readers,
So some other things occurred to me today...
I really do enjoy Sunday School teaching! I have a great group of youths in my class, and overall, no problems...Everyone keeps asking me if I do, so just thought I'd clear the air on that topic.
World CP day was yesterday October 6th, 2018, I didn't wear green, I plum forgot to write a blog post, so I scrambled after I got home from work and just made a status saying that I have CP on FB.
Then I got to thinking about everything I say after Pastor's sermon on "Taming the Tongue" How often do I respond to hatred with hatred, anger with more anger, knowing full well that two wrongs simply do not make a right, not even when someone uses the dreaded "R"-word against me, should I retort, or gossip about them now, about a word that they were having with a mutual friend while I was on a staircase at the mutual friends house, my Freshman year of College. Did I tell one person about this young woman doing this, no, after she stopped in the bakery this past week, as if she didn't even know my name, let alone what she had called me, I was enraged by this and told everyone at the bakery, as well as all of you now...
Is there any sort of #MeToo movement for the "R" word, are people that say "Retard/ed", are their lives ruined, reputations tarnished, branded as evil,fired from jobs...The answer is no. These people are laughed with, make up part of a mob mentality that lingers on, that is hateful towards the disabled, that's the mentality that leads to people being beaten simply because THEY ARE Disabled.
AND NO, I am not saying that being sexually assaulted and being disabled are one in the same, just saying there is not enough being done for other oppressed groups, and while yes while I do stand in support of those women and men that have been hurt, we are leaving out a group of individuals that in certain circumstances cannot advocate for themselves...
So some other things occurred to me today...
I really do enjoy Sunday School teaching! I have a great group of youths in my class, and overall, no problems...Everyone keeps asking me if I do, so just thought I'd clear the air on that topic.
World CP day was yesterday October 6th, 2018, I didn't wear green, I plum forgot to write a blog post, so I scrambled after I got home from work and just made a status saying that I have CP on FB.
Then I got to thinking about everything I say after Pastor's sermon on "Taming the Tongue" How often do I respond to hatred with hatred, anger with more anger, knowing full well that two wrongs simply do not make a right, not even when someone uses the dreaded "R"-word against me, should I retort, or gossip about them now, about a word that they were having with a mutual friend while I was on a staircase at the mutual friends house, my Freshman year of College. Did I tell one person about this young woman doing this, no, after she stopped in the bakery this past week, as if she didn't even know my name, let alone what she had called me, I was enraged by this and told everyone at the bakery, as well as all of you now...
Is there any sort of #MeToo movement for the "R" word, are people that say "Retard/ed", are their lives ruined, reputations tarnished, branded as evil,fired from jobs...The answer is no. These people are laughed with, make up part of a mob mentality that lingers on, that is hateful towards the disabled, that's the mentality that leads to people being beaten simply because THEY ARE Disabled.
AND NO, I am not saying that being sexually assaulted and being disabled are one in the same, just saying there is not enough being done for other oppressed groups, and while yes while I do stand in support of those women and men that have been hurt, we are leaving out a group of individuals that in certain circumstances cannot advocate for themselves...
Friday, October 5, 2018
Observations October 5th, 2018
Hello readers,
So it's been at least a month if not longer since I typed you...We are now in October, 2018, the month where "slutty whores" can dress up as, well, their "true colors" shall we say, and where I am racking my brain trying to figure out how to get " The Sloth" onesie into my Board of Youth "Owl" you need is Jesus Trunk or Treat theme...Speaking of which, if you have any ideas on how to tie the two together, lemme know!
It also occurred to me that while I love the bakery, I need to step out on my own once again, doing cold calls and trying to find someone who just might hire a non-bilingual paralegal... With about a year of experience...
I also cannot be a binge watcher because, well, I've got too much crap going on to do so, however, I'm finding the good in TV and social media and using it to distract myself from my real issues...Which then allows me to work on said issues say, Daddy issues for example, in therapy, with a unbiased professional...
Basically I'm still the same ol' Linds, you've all come to know, that's finally starting to get to the root of the problem, and am starting to come to terms with the stuff that I cannot control...
So it's been at least a month if not longer since I typed you...We are now in October, 2018, the month where "slutty whores" can dress up as, well, their "true colors" shall we say, and where I am racking my brain trying to figure out how to get " The Sloth" onesie into my Board of Youth "Owl" you need is Jesus Trunk or Treat theme...Speaking of which, if you have any ideas on how to tie the two together, lemme know!
It also occurred to me that while I love the bakery, I need to step out on my own once again, doing cold calls and trying to find someone who just might hire a non-bilingual paralegal... With about a year of experience...
I also cannot be a binge watcher because, well, I've got too much crap going on to do so, however, I'm finding the good in TV and social media and using it to distract myself from my real issues...Which then allows me to work on said issues say, Daddy issues for example, in therapy, with a unbiased professional...
Basically I'm still the same ol' Linds, you've all come to know, that's finally starting to get to the root of the problem, and am starting to come to terms with the stuff that I cannot control...
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
July Flying By...
I am just FULL of realizations today, dear readers...Like how we are almost halfway through the month, and I have yet to blog something. So, here ya are!
I have gotten a full-time job in an office setting, worked two days, then gotten "let go", luckily I still have the ever wonderfully weird Bakery to fall back on...A bicycling event is stopping in town, I will not be a part of it, just probably selling donuts and the like, at the beloved bakery in town. I've had almost a complete turnover of mental health care providers, so yes, I have been having much "fun" with that-trying to get appointments set up. Lately I've attended garden art fairs and book sales, been reading ( I like to have at least 6 books going at once), relaxation afternoons with a friend, missional community-FOR CHURCH...training at work, eating, sleeping, repeating, and trying to stay altogether while trying to figure out what to write in my draft of my memoir next...Not to mention preparing for vacation bible school at the church later this month, as well as being a Sunday School Teacher later this fall, praying with all my might, that everything will be made clear for me, and that it happens sooner rather than later...
So if you have any ideas on what to write next-I'd love to hear them!
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Friday, June 22, 2018
Slow Down
So for those who don't know, the sloth is my spirit animal, if there is such a thing? Don't think I seriously believe in spirit animals, I believe as a LCMS Lutheran, I believe that although I am a sinner, that Jesus died for my sins, and have a firm belief in the Trinity...
But if there were spirit animals, the sloth would be mine. Slow, relaxed, in thought process and decision making, as I aim to be...Not to say that I don't make rash decisions at times, am impulsive, two of my many sins, at times. But then again, if we're all being honest with ourselves, aren't we all.
It also occurred to me that more often than not, I am rushing to get places, driving from point A to point B, and often hitting every red light, as if they were out to get me. Knowing full well, that if I refer back to my beliefs, I will know it is God's way of telling me to slow down, the world will not end, even if I am in fact, a few minutes late...(Not a hour and 20 minutes late, like some at work, just a few.)Even though it stresses my anxious and depressed mind out to no end, that it will not be the death of me. Take the time to get there, or end up doing something I shouldn't have and winding up in an accident,or worse, really have it be the death of me...
How often do we rush around this world, without slowing down to stop and take it all in? Say "Thank you" or "I love you" to those we work with, that are around us, or care about? That's just it, I'm only human, and I seem to err all the dang time...I'm not saying a constant stream of loving messages should be spewed, but every once in a while couldn't hurt.
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But if there were spirit animals, the sloth would be mine. Slow, relaxed, in thought process and decision making, as I aim to be...Not to say that I don't make rash decisions at times, am impulsive, two of my many sins, at times. But then again, if we're all being honest with ourselves, aren't we all.
It also occurred to me that more often than not, I am rushing to get places, driving from point A to point B, and often hitting every red light, as if they were out to get me. Knowing full well, that if I refer back to my beliefs, I will know it is God's way of telling me to slow down, the world will not end, even if I am in fact, a few minutes late...(Not a hour and 20 minutes late, like some at work, just a few.)Even though it stresses my anxious and depressed mind out to no end, that it will not be the death of me. Take the time to get there, or end up doing something I shouldn't have and winding up in an accident,or worse, really have it be the death of me...
How often do we rush around this world, without slowing down to stop and take it all in? Say "Thank you" or "I love you" to those we work with, that are around us, or care about? That's just it, I'm only human, and I seem to err all the dang time...I'm not saying a constant stream of loving messages should be spewed, but every once in a while couldn't hurt.
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Monday, June 18, 2018
Random Number 4
I woke up today, to be reminded of my first time being asked back to the bakery...
A mansplaining dude (and I mean a dude, younger, long haired hippy, as my Grandfather would have described him...) comes in the bakery...
Now, said dude, had apparently almost had an accident with my prior elderly female customer, on the way over, and said dude, flipped her off, to express his frustration/anger, with the lady. Dude also mansplained that he was fearful, as he saw her come in twice ( once to get product, the other looking for her sunglasses) since he had in fact flipped her off on his way in.
Me: "Well, if you're not prepared to deal with consequences, maybe you shouldn't flip people off, the reason she came back was to look for her sunglasses. (that were on her forehead, the entire time...)"
Dude then mansplained that I had offended him, judged him, and wanted to talk to my manager...So I got her, explained what I had said, then let him mansplain, his butthurt story to my now former manager...She basically stated what I had, and that seemed to satisfy said victim mind set dude, and he left...
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A mansplaining dude (and I mean a dude, younger, long haired hippy, as my Grandfather would have described him...) comes in the bakery...
Now, said dude, had apparently almost had an accident with my prior elderly female customer, on the way over, and said dude, flipped her off, to express his frustration/anger, with the lady. Dude also mansplained that he was fearful, as he saw her come in twice ( once to get product, the other looking for her sunglasses) since he had in fact flipped her off on his way in.
Me: "Well, if you're not prepared to deal with consequences, maybe you shouldn't flip people off, the reason she came back was to look for her sunglasses. (that were on her forehead, the entire time...)"
Dude then mansplained that I had offended him, judged him, and wanted to talk to my manager...So I got her, explained what I had said, then let him mansplain, his butthurt story to my now former manager...She basically stated what I had, and that seemed to satisfy said victim mind set dude, and he left...
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Friday, June 8, 2018
Belonging
So for those of you that know, I went to a gathering for some of the ladies at my church. A good portion of the time spent was focused on getting to know each other outside of church, a wonderful idea I might add. But something I had to get off my chest, when it comes to belonging at a church, there was a time I felt I didn't belong, even at my church...Let me explain.
My Father was still in the household, and I felt obligated to go on Christmas Eve and Easter as a teenager, but otherwise, I was almost banished from church, I felt like, there were families that always greeted me, asking why I wasn't in Sunday School, or the youth groups, and to be honest, I never knew why, other than it didn't fit into my Father's plans...I had to go directly home, get a letter grade on my behavior at church, and then a second, unofficial sermon, one that pointed out what my father disagreed with...Gee, what 16-17 year-old wouldn't want that???
As a child, we didn't have a church in Ames, and if we went, my dad, sometimes had to drag me and my bicycle up hills quite literally, as I was about to drop, from exhaustion, it felt like...Yes Mom and Brother took the air-conditioned car, I had to bike, with my Father. I was baptized at my Mother's Lutheran church in Des Moines as a baby, and for some reason, had negative views of physically going to church growing up.
It wasn't until my Sophomore year of college, while living on campus, and literally, down some steps and across the street, and down a hill, that I started going to the church, on my own there, went to the college age meetings, and had my preconceived notions bout why those groups were created, that offended some, and I was once again, a baptized Lutheran, feeling shunned.
Fast Forward a few years, I was out of school, my parents had separated, and I was going to church,my current church, when I wasn't saving the other half of the week from utter chaos at work...I got bold and after a time & talent sermon, decided to give the parish choir a try. I was welcomed in, as you'll know my joining choirs, was where I most often laid down the groundwork for friendships. These developed, and then I was asked to join the youth board, and I wan't even a full fledged member of the church in my own right, after that I was selected to be a district YWR, and I'd never even gone through Confirmation, so Pastor quickly got me through adult Confirmation, and then maybe a month later I was the only YWR from the Boone Zone at the district convention, where I worshiped, fellowshiped, and got a standing ovation for my performance as "Nervous Nell, I've stayed active in the choir, when my schedule allows, and am trying to get back into working with the youth and education realms, where as a child/teenager, I was lacking in my spiritual growth...Do I feel like I belong now? Of course, and it's not that I ever felt shunned by the congregation from coming, but more not allowed by my Father...
My Father was still in the household, and I felt obligated to go on Christmas Eve and Easter as a teenager, but otherwise, I was almost banished from church, I felt like, there were families that always greeted me, asking why I wasn't in Sunday School, or the youth groups, and to be honest, I never knew why, other than it didn't fit into my Father's plans...I had to go directly home, get a letter grade on my behavior at church, and then a second, unofficial sermon, one that pointed out what my father disagreed with...Gee, what 16-17 year-old wouldn't want that???
As a child, we didn't have a church in Ames, and if we went, my dad, sometimes had to drag me and my bicycle up hills quite literally, as I was about to drop, from exhaustion, it felt like...Yes Mom and Brother took the air-conditioned car, I had to bike, with my Father. I was baptized at my Mother's Lutheran church in Des Moines as a baby, and for some reason, had negative views of physically going to church growing up.
It wasn't until my Sophomore year of college, while living on campus, and literally, down some steps and across the street, and down a hill, that I started going to the church, on my own there, went to the college age meetings, and had my preconceived notions bout why those groups were created, that offended some, and I was once again, a baptized Lutheran, feeling shunned.
Fast Forward a few years, I was out of school, my parents had separated, and I was going to church,my current church, when I wasn't saving the other half of the week from utter chaos at work...I got bold and after a time & talent sermon, decided to give the parish choir a try. I was welcomed in, as you'll know my joining choirs, was where I most often laid down the groundwork for friendships. These developed, and then I was asked to join the youth board, and I wan't even a full fledged member of the church in my own right, after that I was selected to be a district YWR, and I'd never even gone through Confirmation, so Pastor quickly got me through adult Confirmation, and then maybe a month later I was the only YWR from the Boone Zone at the district convention, where I worshiped, fellowshiped, and got a standing ovation for my performance as "Nervous Nell, I've stayed active in the choir, when my schedule allows, and am trying to get back into working with the youth and education realms, where as a child/teenager, I was lacking in my spiritual growth...Do I feel like I belong now? Of course, and it's not that I ever felt shunned by the congregation from coming, but more not allowed by my Father...
Thursday, June 7, 2018
No, I don't want...
Ya know, I CANNOT say how much #CPChatNow, has been a Godsend for me, till some dude comes along and ruins it, with a #CPChatNude...Dude, #sorrynotsorry, I'm gonna call you out on the BS, and tell you, it's TMI, especially when there are high schoolers joining the chat, ain't nobody got time for that...No, I don't want to join you in your hashtaging, and no, I'm not sorry, I typed it...
The same goes for telling 18 yr olds about the time you dated a high schooler while in college...Linny (as my Grandma Ruth would say) ain't got time for that...
Also, to that one Sophomore to my Freshman in High School, that got me threatened with expulsion (for false accusations I might add) my FIRST day of high school, because I wouldn't make conversation with you, till you stated a fact, that I have a nice hair color, then dated some other girl, another Freshman, while you both dyed your hair my color, then turned a radiant shade of orange...okay, so I had a crush, till the false tan orange, that shit's not natural....
In conclusion, guys, please save it for somebody who cares...
The same goes for telling 18 yr olds about the time you dated a high schooler while in college...Linny (as my Grandma Ruth would say) ain't got time for that...
Also, to that one Sophomore to my Freshman in High School, that got me threatened with expulsion (for false accusations I might add) my FIRST day of high school, because I wouldn't make conversation with you, till you stated a fact, that I have a nice hair color, then dated some other girl, another Freshman, while you both dyed your hair my color, then turned a radiant shade of orange...okay, so I had a crush, till the false tan orange, that shit's not natural....
In conclusion, guys, please save it for somebody who cares...
Tuesday, June 5, 2018
Independent
To the majority of you, you may not be in Iowa, but let me explain. Today is the primary in Iowa, or if you look up what that is, you vote to help decide who goes on to run, in this case most notably, for Governor. As well as if you know me, AT ALL, you know unlike my right-wing father, and left-wing brother, that I hate politics. As such, I refuse to have any political party affiliation. So, come primaries, I get no option to vote for, as I believe, when voting, it really is choosing the lesser of the evils, and the primaries are really just a bunch of hokum, about people that were already running anyways, it's basically just the cue for the others to drop out of said political race...
You might figure that with my Father & Brother being so active in the political realm, that I might actually care, but you see, the competing testosterone, while I love them, kind of killed my enthusiasm about politics, so I take my Mother's & Grandfather's approach to politics, which is this-choosing the lesser of the evils...And while in my youth, I voted for some republicans, since they seem to want control over every female body, even in some cases of rape or incest, if not properly documented, with none for males, I've been a liberal-leaning independent, ever since...
Regardless of your political influences, dear Readers, you do read my blog, so that's step one, to becoming, no I'm just kidding, do what you want...
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You might figure that with my Father & Brother being so active in the political realm, that I might actually care, but you see, the competing testosterone, while I love them, kind of killed my enthusiasm about politics, so I take my Mother's & Grandfather's approach to politics, which is this-choosing the lesser of the evils...And while in my youth, I voted for some republicans, since they seem to want control over every female body, even in some cases of rape or incest, if not properly documented, with none for males, I've been a liberal-leaning independent, ever since...
Regardless of your political influences, dear Readers, you do read my blog, so that's step one, to becoming, no I'm just kidding, do what you want...
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Wednesday, May 30, 2018
With A Grain of Salt
Dear Readers,
It occurred to me last night that Ethel, who is the whole reason I wrote this blog (See "The Reason I Wrote This Blog"), talks shit about anybody who is not there...And by there, I mean, in the same room, apparently, cuz I don't leave the floors sopping wet upon mopping them...that she told one of my coworkers it looked as though I hadn't mopped. I thought we were past this, we got along this time, I then I find out about this comment...And then I remembered what one of my cousins, said about my Aunt, after my Grandmother, literally, had just passed, you have to take everything she says with a grain of salt. I didn't know what to think about this phrase "With a grain of salt", but I feel in this situation, it fits even more accurately than it did about my aunt. See, Ethel is overly critical of everyone but herself, as I said earlier, when not in the same room as them.
Ethel is a lonely older woman, with nothing better to do than criticize, and complain about how no man loves her, as a conversation starter to her teenage coworkers, I know this, as I started when I was 14...Rather than get on the internet, and instead of using it to stalk her hated coworkers, put aside all her fears, and join a dating site, for crap's sake...
But then again, I save the "No man loves me" drama talks for my Mama, or this lovely blog, you happen to be reading, so that I don't have to talk to anyone about it, they already just know... Yes, I firmly believe that Ethel is my future self, if I am not careful. If I allow myself to become a bitter, older person.
So, knowing all this about Ethel, I plan to take everything she says with a grain of salt, know that she is at least nice to my face, and that if she ever follows through with joining us for queso sometime, it could be a really funny thing for my inner self-that only you know, dear readers. So as a person that knows all this, I also plan to pray for her, that I can continue to show kindness to her, despite the backlash I might face, pray for me dear readers, as my mission is right in my own backyard, so to speak...
It occurred to me last night that Ethel, who is the whole reason I wrote this blog (See "The Reason I Wrote This Blog"), talks shit about anybody who is not there...And by there, I mean, in the same room, apparently, cuz I don't leave the floors sopping wet upon mopping them...that she told one of my coworkers it looked as though I hadn't mopped. I thought we were past this, we got along this time, I then I find out about this comment...And then I remembered what one of my cousins, said about my Aunt, after my Grandmother, literally, had just passed, you have to take everything she says with a grain of salt. I didn't know what to think about this phrase "With a grain of salt", but I feel in this situation, it fits even more accurately than it did about my aunt. See, Ethel is overly critical of everyone but herself, as I said earlier, when not in the same room as them.
Ethel is a lonely older woman, with nothing better to do than criticize, and complain about how no man loves her, as a conversation starter to her teenage coworkers, I know this, as I started when I was 14...Rather than get on the internet, and instead of using it to stalk her hated coworkers, put aside all her fears, and join a dating site, for crap's sake...
But then again, I save the "No man loves me" drama talks for my Mama, or this lovely blog, you happen to be reading, so that I don't have to talk to anyone about it, they already just know... Yes, I firmly believe that Ethel is my future self, if I am not careful. If I allow myself to become a bitter, older person.
So, knowing all this about Ethel, I plan to take everything she says with a grain of salt, know that she is at least nice to my face, and that if she ever follows through with joining us for queso sometime, it could be a really funny thing for my inner self-that only you know, dear readers. So as a person that knows all this, I also plan to pray for her, that I can continue to show kindness to her, despite the backlash I might face, pray for me dear readers, as my mission is right in my own backyard, so to speak...
Monday, April 30, 2018
To Be Blunt?
If I'm being honest with myself, I am a blunt person. Nowadays, at least...
Is that really the best thing? Maybe, subtly worked for me when I was younger, now I'm a snarky sass ball/ force to be reckoned with when it comes to my opinion, if you're going to ask-well, I'll give it to you. I never mean to be mean, do I think I'm hysterically funny at all times? Why yes, yes I do. Do people that don't know me take me the wrong way? All the time...I should probably come with a translating guide, for those that don't understand when I switch into my snarky sarcastic comments, but do I? Why no, no I do not...
Also readers, I'm terribly sorry I haven't blogged in quite a while, I've been busy working-back at the same bakery I had previously had the 9.5 year on & off again relationship with-we're back on-I'm retraining myself, and training a bunch of new people, while again looking for the dream local paralegal job...Also, I've had lovely people I've been trying to reconnect with, and be a better friend to, in general....
The book! Getting there slowly, I've found wonderful people to help me edit, myself, yet stay true to the blog, which is where my global fan base is, so I want to keep you all happy with my short essay-ish memoir...Stay tuned!
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Is that really the best thing? Maybe, subtly worked for me when I was younger, now I'm a snarky sass ball/ force to be reckoned with when it comes to my opinion, if you're going to ask-well, I'll give it to you. I never mean to be mean, do I think I'm hysterically funny at all times? Why yes, yes I do. Do people that don't know me take me the wrong way? All the time...I should probably come with a translating guide, for those that don't understand when I switch into my snarky sarcastic comments, but do I? Why no, no I do not...
Also readers, I'm terribly sorry I haven't blogged in quite a while, I've been busy working-back at the same bakery I had previously had the 9.5 year on & off again relationship with-we're back on-I'm retraining myself, and training a bunch of new people, while again looking for the dream local paralegal job...Also, I've had lovely people I've been trying to reconnect with, and be a better friend to, in general....
The book! Getting there slowly, I've found wonderful people to help me edit, myself, yet stay true to the blog, which is where my global fan base is, so I want to keep you all happy with my short essay-ish memoir...Stay tuned!
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Sunday, April 1, 2018
Disability Expert?
PEOPLE! Just because I have Cerebral Palsy, a disability, Anxiety and Depression, which are debilitating given the right day...Does not mean I know everyone's disabilities, ailments, diseases, nor injuries. So if you approach me in church to ask me if someone's son is mentally challenged? and I say "yeah?" That's really a "I don't know Lady/Sir, ask them! I am not Professor X, and I do not have a Cerebro to tell me what ails them. Nor do I consider myself a mutant, in the first place!" I give my Ma credit for the X-men analogy, and I am just a fan, referencing the character, for purposes of a blog.
So no, I am not a disability expert, nor do I claim to be. I was just put in another awkward situation, where I didn't say half of what I wanted to...Again leading me to take this opportunity to make up for the missed opportunity on Easter Sunday of all days...
And another thing! What in the world is wrong with a couple wanting to dance in a mall to the music? As long as they're not knocking people over, which my Grandpa & Grandma K, never did, I always thought it cute of them to still be dancing all those years later...And although both have passed, it's how I remember them, and think of the two together again.
Basically, I needed to rant on Easter, so I did so in writing...
Working on my memoir, FYI...
So no, I am not a disability expert, nor do I claim to be. I was just put in another awkward situation, where I didn't say half of what I wanted to...Again leading me to take this opportunity to make up for the missed opportunity on Easter Sunday of all days...
And another thing! What in the world is wrong with a couple wanting to dance in a mall to the music? As long as they're not knocking people over, which my Grandpa & Grandma K, never did, I always thought it cute of them to still be dancing all those years later...And although both have passed, it's how I remember them, and think of the two together again.
Basically, I needed to rant on Easter, so I did so in writing...
Working on my memoir, FYI...
Friday, March 30, 2018
Linds-isms
1. What does it matter which way the toilet paper rolls, as long as it's there?
2.Old roommate's guy buddy: "Lindsay, did you go skydiving?
Me: " No, I had to do laundry." *Silence*
Texts to my Mom
" U still workin? Did u run away and join the circus? All the above? Wait 48 hrs before sending out search party?"
"So there I was bent over the tub, washing my hair, when I feel something furry on my lower back skin. I think it must be an escaped tarantula-NO-it's Trampy! Haha"
"Horror movies-those two-called it! I'll just use both of them as human shields, in case anyone asks...haha"
"Was her energy happy or ready to kick booty about it?"
"#Womaniningthephones, teehee"
"Going to eat lunch then pay car insurance,den cleaning/laundry-look at my responsible adulting"
"Also I'm parked in your spot-Don't hit Dorian..."
2.Old roommate's guy buddy: "Lindsay, did you go skydiving?
Me: " No, I had to do laundry." *Silence*
Texts to my Mom
" U still workin? Did u run away and join the circus? All the above? Wait 48 hrs before sending out search party?"
"So there I was bent over the tub, washing my hair, when I feel something furry on my lower back skin. I think it must be an escaped tarantula-NO-it's Trampy! Haha"
"Horror movies-those two-called it! I'll just use both of them as human shields, in case anyone asks...haha"
"Was her energy happy or ready to kick booty about it?"
"#Womaniningthephones, teehee"
"Going to eat lunch then pay car insurance,den cleaning/laundry-look at my responsible adulting"
"Also I'm parked in your spot-Don't hit Dorian..."
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Random Number 3
Dear Readers,
In my semi-employed substitute E.A. state, I keep applying to jobs that are more suited to my background-Criminology & Criminal Justice, and Sociology as well as a Paralegal certificate...I think I've actually found one that fits my background, and I'm trying not to have too many other random interviews, because I really think I have a shot. I also seem to want to devastate myself if they don't choose me.
Am I getting my hopes up? Am I praying early and praying often? The answer to these two questions is most likely yes, and yes. Not to sound too depressing, but if someone allegedly held a gun up to your head at 12, you were scared into having a mole removed by a dermatologist at the age of 13 or 14, because they said it COULD be cancerous (It wasn't-but the mere thought), find out you're allergic to fentanyl -the hard way (seizure) when you are in "brain-exploding" pain (blood clots/bleeding on the brain-so kind of) you might be skeptical too.
The point to all that, to prove I'm still alive, and whether or not I get the job, life will go on. It just might suck exponentially if I don't. I know God has a plan, I will trust it. Maybe I'll be shown yet another path to go down, as it seems THAT is the true story of my life...Either that or always coming back to a choir of some sort, the music always draws me near, it's how I connect to places, people, and memories, besides the making a joyful noise to the Lord bit, of course.
Yes, music seems to be how I make friends in strange places, how I either get people to like me, or hate me. It also gives me something to listen to, identify with, and all around find common ground with people about.
No, that will not stop me writing "I'm Just Not Drunk Enough to Deal With This Right Now". No, I don't have a drinking problem, I believe that might be part of my problem as to why I have no explanation to at least 50% of the things that happen to me. I will finish it, and it shall be glorious, and funny, and wonderful, and there shall be fan clubs based on my writings...Yes it will be awesome...
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In my semi-employed substitute E.A. state, I keep applying to jobs that are more suited to my background-Criminology & Criminal Justice, and Sociology as well as a Paralegal certificate...I think I've actually found one that fits my background, and I'm trying not to have too many other random interviews, because I really think I have a shot. I also seem to want to devastate myself if they don't choose me.
Am I getting my hopes up? Am I praying early and praying often? The answer to these two questions is most likely yes, and yes. Not to sound too depressing, but if someone allegedly held a gun up to your head at 12, you were scared into having a mole removed by a dermatologist at the age of 13 or 14, because they said it COULD be cancerous (It wasn't-but the mere thought), find out you're allergic to fentanyl -the hard way (seizure) when you are in "brain-exploding" pain (blood clots/bleeding on the brain-so kind of) you might be skeptical too.
The point to all that, to prove I'm still alive, and whether or not I get the job, life will go on. It just might suck exponentially if I don't. I know God has a plan, I will trust it. Maybe I'll be shown yet another path to go down, as it seems THAT is the true story of my life...Either that or always coming back to a choir of some sort, the music always draws me near, it's how I connect to places, people, and memories, besides the making a joyful noise to the Lord bit, of course.
Yes, music seems to be how I make friends in strange places, how I either get people to like me, or hate me. It also gives me something to listen to, identify with, and all around find common ground with people about.
No, that will not stop me writing "I'm Just Not Drunk Enough to Deal With This Right Now". No, I don't have a drinking problem, I believe that might be part of my problem as to why I have no explanation to at least 50% of the things that happen to me. I will finish it, and it shall be glorious, and funny, and wonderful, and there shall be fan clubs based on my writings...Yes it will be awesome...
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Monday, March 12, 2018
Knickente
Dear Readers,
Yesterday, I bought a teal male betta, and named him Knickente, or the German word for teal. So along with Trampus the dog, we now have a wet and scaly roomie in Knickente. I don't know why a fish tank is so calming, but for me they are, or at least they always have been. I mean the dog was a gift to my mother,which I do not recommend pets as gifts, but luckily my mama is some kind of animal expert when it comes to dogs,cats, and fish, something, I hope that in all my years of fish, cats, dogs, hamsters, and frogs, has been passed down to me.
This fish though, is my fishy, and I am responsible for him. Just as I am responsible for Dorian "Silver" Gray, My HHR(a smaller-sized SUV). Tramp is more the roomie that eats your food if left unattended. Yes, that is also right, I gave my car a guy's name, why? Because not all cars can be female, nor do they have to be female, girl power! I was born in the 80's, with majority of my childhood in the 90's the years of the Spice Girls, boy bands, and oh, so many hair ties, after all...
Where was I going with this? Oh yes, introduction to my fishy, right...Well readers, we shall see how this goes, really hoping I can keep another life, however wet and scaly, alive, at least long enough for him to not feel confined to his pet-store, betta transporter, but that he is free! To move about his lil' 1 gallon fish bowl...
That is all for now,
Linds
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Yesterday, I bought a teal male betta, and named him Knickente, or the German word for teal. So along with Trampus the dog, we now have a wet and scaly roomie in Knickente. I don't know why a fish tank is so calming, but for me they are, or at least they always have been. I mean the dog was a gift to my mother,which I do not recommend pets as gifts, but luckily my mama is some kind of animal expert when it comes to dogs,cats, and fish, something, I hope that in all my years of fish, cats, dogs, hamsters, and frogs, has been passed down to me.
This fish though, is my fishy, and I am responsible for him. Just as I am responsible for Dorian "Silver" Gray, My HHR(a smaller-sized SUV). Tramp is more the roomie that eats your food if left unattended. Yes, that is also right, I gave my car a guy's name, why? Because not all cars can be female, nor do they have to be female, girl power! I was born in the 80's, with majority of my childhood in the 90's the years of the Spice Girls, boy bands, and oh, so many hair ties, after all...
Where was I going with this? Oh yes, introduction to my fishy, right...Well readers, we shall see how this goes, really hoping I can keep another life, however wet and scaly, alive, at least long enough for him to not feel confined to his pet-store, betta transporter, but that he is free! To move about his lil' 1 gallon fish bowl...
That is all for now,
Linds
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Twitter- @LindsMRoach
Instagram- @lindsayroach
Email- See Facebook Page
Saturday, March 10, 2018
Random Number 2...
Dear Readers,
I write to you a lil' before 5:30am to tell you a true story-like all the others...
One of my high school friends from freshman year, "Ed", did ask me out- I quickly turned him down gently. Why you ask? Because he was gay, and no, I am not a male. Not to mention I was obsessed with a sophomore that got me threatened with expulsion my first day due to sexual harassment, which I didn't do, he was asking a bunch of questions, but oh, young love...Story for another blog...
Anyways, why did he? Because Ed was dating a terrible junior by the name of "Bekah" who was the older sister of a terrible girl in the freshman class by the name of "Jessie". Ed was allegedly getting bothered for sex constantly, if not forcing him to have said sex with Bekah, in other words, rape, possibly, without me knowing what really went on. Anywho, I turned him down, upon him coming out to me, explaining all this to me, and then asking me to be his girlfriend. I told him it sounded like he just needed to break up with her, not because of me, and tell her the truth.
Well kids, that week went by, and the high school football game was at home. Ed was not there, nor my older brother the senior, I was alone with my friends, right? Wrong, Bekah and Jessie showed up, mad at me...Why, you may ask? Ed told her/Bekah, that he broke up with her, because he liked me, and I wouldn't go out with him until he broke up with her. LIES, ALL LIES...Bekah was wanting to kick my ass, so I explained to her that he had lied, I said that he had broken up with her, because of her, and that I was only interested in him as a friend, and what reason did I have to lie to her, as she was CLEARLY bigger than me(not picking up on the dis), and COULD kick my ass. She still thought I was lying to her, started calling me a lesbian (HA! Clueless) so my bestie at the time, spoke up and re-emphasized that point, that there was no reason to fight, she/bekah would win, and she/my bestie, knew, I only liked him as a friend, and oh, by the way, he's gay...She/Bekah walked away crying...
Little did I know, that my bestie outing Ed, was not the best situation, but it saved me getting an ass kicking, besties do what they gots to do...
That is all for now Dear Readers...Another story that's been circulating in my brain...now on the internet. No the outing is not why we, Ed and I, stopped being friends, he was actually the first person to invite me to Facebook, we stayed in touch the summer after high school graduation, but I went on to college, and he had a jealous boyfriend....I don't deal with those...
I write to you a lil' before 5:30am to tell you a true story-like all the others...
One of my high school friends from freshman year, "Ed", did ask me out- I quickly turned him down gently. Why you ask? Because he was gay, and no, I am not a male. Not to mention I was obsessed with a sophomore that got me threatened with expulsion my first day due to sexual harassment, which I didn't do, he was asking a bunch of questions, but oh, young love...Story for another blog...
Anyways, why did he? Because Ed was dating a terrible junior by the name of "Bekah" who was the older sister of a terrible girl in the freshman class by the name of "Jessie". Ed was allegedly getting bothered for sex constantly, if not forcing him to have said sex with Bekah, in other words, rape, possibly, without me knowing what really went on. Anywho, I turned him down, upon him coming out to me, explaining all this to me, and then asking me to be his girlfriend. I told him it sounded like he just needed to break up with her, not because of me, and tell her the truth.
Well kids, that week went by, and the high school football game was at home. Ed was not there, nor my older brother the senior, I was alone with my friends, right? Wrong, Bekah and Jessie showed up, mad at me...Why, you may ask? Ed told her/Bekah, that he broke up with her, because he liked me, and I wouldn't go out with him until he broke up with her. LIES, ALL LIES...Bekah was wanting to kick my ass, so I explained to her that he had lied, I said that he had broken up with her, because of her, and that I was only interested in him as a friend, and what reason did I have to lie to her, as she was CLEARLY bigger than me(not picking up on the dis), and COULD kick my ass. She still thought I was lying to her, started calling me a lesbian (HA! Clueless) so my bestie at the time, spoke up and re-emphasized that point, that there was no reason to fight, she/bekah would win, and she/my bestie, knew, I only liked him as a friend, and oh, by the way, he's gay...She/Bekah walked away crying...
Little did I know, that my bestie outing Ed, was not the best situation, but it saved me getting an ass kicking, besties do what they gots to do...
That is all for now Dear Readers...Another story that's been circulating in my brain...now on the internet. No the outing is not why we, Ed and I, stopped being friends, he was actually the first person to invite me to Facebook, we stayed in touch the summer after high school graduation, but I went on to college, and he had a jealous boyfriend....I don't deal with those...
Friday, March 9, 2018
Bring a Friend
Dear Readers, Family, and Friends,
I get this phrase a lot, there are some that genuinely mean a friend, others that mean a date, that secret boyfriend I seem to be hiding from everyone, even me...Or on occasion-my mother (granted I was blessed with one of "the cool Moms"). Crap, even I say it at my game nights, just so you have someone to talk among yourselves with, that you know, so that your guests feel more comfortable. I know that's what people mean when they say that for game nights.
Then there are weddings, where the phrase being repeated to you is "bring a friend"...where it is explained to you that your friends from high school, college, work, mutual or wherever, MAY or MAY NOT be there to dance the night away with,and they don't want you to be lonely, so with all the good intentions that exist exuding from them, they repeat to you, No, you CAN BRING A FRIEND, meaning bring a damn date-Linds, we all know you're hiding a secret boyfriend, even from yourself...
Let's face it, put yourself in my position, all my friends are either: A. Hosting, B. YOU ALREADY INVITED THE MUTUAL ONES YOU WANT TO SEE, C. Are even more terrified of meeting new people-than I am, yes, I'm the extrovert like that, D. Already have plans, E. Out of the Country(sometimes for extended periods of time), F. Are married (opt. kids to take care of),G. I DON"T HAVE A BOYFRIEND-SECRET, KNOWN, REAL, nor IMAGINARY (all my guy friends are either working, single and like it, not interested in me like that, married with optional kids to take care of, live no where near me or are gay-and married to some guy, or have plans, live no where near me...)
So basically, if you invite me, you get just me, no this is not based on any one person, no I am not pissed, as I stated I even say it, just to make my peeps more comfortable, but the above paragraph are where my mind goes, when my mouth says otherwise, or my fingers type another thing, I thought even those friends and family this is about would find this freaking hilarious-please don't be offended, this is just me being all "self-love" and single with some possible slight bitterness mixed in. Remember to laugh it off as such.
I love you all,
Linds
I get this phrase a lot, there are some that genuinely mean a friend, others that mean a date, that secret boyfriend I seem to be hiding from everyone, even me...Or on occasion-my mother (granted I was blessed with one of "the cool Moms"). Crap, even I say it at my game nights, just so you have someone to talk among yourselves with, that you know, so that your guests feel more comfortable. I know that's what people mean when they say that for game nights.
Then there are weddings, where the phrase being repeated to you is "bring a friend"...where it is explained to you that your friends from high school, college, work, mutual or wherever, MAY or MAY NOT be there to dance the night away with,and they don't want you to be lonely, so with all the good intentions that exist exuding from them, they repeat to you, No, you CAN BRING A FRIEND, meaning bring a damn date-Linds, we all know you're hiding a secret boyfriend, even from yourself...
Let's face it, put yourself in my position, all my friends are either: A. Hosting, B. YOU ALREADY INVITED THE MUTUAL ONES YOU WANT TO SEE, C. Are even more terrified of meeting new people-than I am, yes, I'm the extrovert like that, D. Already have plans, E. Out of the Country(sometimes for extended periods of time), F. Are married (opt. kids to take care of),G. I DON"T HAVE A BOYFRIEND-SECRET, KNOWN, REAL, nor IMAGINARY (all my guy friends are either working, single and like it, not interested in me like that, married with optional kids to take care of, live no where near me or are gay-and married to some guy, or have plans, live no where near me...)
So basically, if you invite me, you get just me, no this is not based on any one person, no I am not pissed, as I stated I even say it, just to make my peeps more comfortable, but the above paragraph are where my mind goes, when my mouth says otherwise, or my fingers type another thing, I thought even those friends and family this is about would find this freaking hilarious-please don't be offended, this is just me being all "self-love" and single with some possible slight bitterness mixed in. Remember to laugh it off as such.
I love you all,
Linds
Thursday, March 8, 2018
Speak Up! (International Women's Day 2018)
This is International Women's Day, 2018. Dear Readers it occurs to me that some of you may not know this. Well, it is. It's a day that is just what it sounds like. A day to celebrate women internationally. For me, I'll be touting my accomplishments to a recruiter of a large company, via a phone interview. I'll also be doing laundry, cleaning, and in general flaunting my domesticity. But the fact that I am not chained to domesticity, is reason to celebrate. Yes, it needs to be celebrated, and protests for those that are still chained to that. Change world wide needs to come to have those women be able to function like normal members of society.
No, I do not consider you a feminist, guys, if you like so many others claim to be said feminist, then ask out every lady you find attractive, regardless of age- I just see you as a predator, that needs to be stopped. Hence the invention of mace, so many years ago, and laws for people like you, small sliver of the male population. For those that are true feminists, go you, I consider myself to be one of you. I will continue to speak up for control over no ones bodies, but that if you want me to be okay, than males need control over their's just a much as women do. If you've read previous posts, you know what I suggest. I'm not going to repeat it, in order for me to be truly okay with their being government control over my body.
Don't get me wrong, in the United States, it is pretty awesome to be a female, a Lutheran female, and a single female, I have numerous rights, can do whatever I WANT to do, that I know of. I can also protest, and advocate for change, as I've done in the past, in my younger days, when I was lighter, and slightly more mobile, I did marches and walks, sit down protests at blood drives (note, I've donated blood before as well).
My point is this, yes life for me is fairly awesome, but there still needs to be change for my fellow women, Speak up!
No, I do not consider you a feminist, guys, if you like so many others claim to be said feminist, then ask out every lady you find attractive, regardless of age- I just see you as a predator, that needs to be stopped. Hence the invention of mace, so many years ago, and laws for people like you, small sliver of the male population. For those that are true feminists, go you, I consider myself to be one of you. I will continue to speak up for control over no ones bodies, but that if you want me to be okay, than males need control over their's just a much as women do. If you've read previous posts, you know what I suggest. I'm not going to repeat it, in order for me to be truly okay with their being government control over my body.
Don't get me wrong, in the United States, it is pretty awesome to be a female, a Lutheran female, and a single female, I have numerous rights, can do whatever I WANT to do, that I know of. I can also protest, and advocate for change, as I've done in the past, in my younger days, when I was lighter, and slightly more mobile, I did marches and walks, sit down protests at blood drives (note, I've donated blood before as well).
My point is this, yes life for me is fairly awesome, but there still needs to be change for my fellow women, Speak up!
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
My Weird Dream Lately...#1
Hello Readers,
I was initially going to share with you some poetry I had written about Bubba Joe Jack (one of them) and my time working at a youth shelter...But I realized something-1. Bubba Joe Jack really is a Jackass-not just for walking on the grass...And #2. I am gone from that shelter, so why bother? I feel as though I really am moving on with my life, and yet, I've had a really weird dream about the bakery, that I feel those of you who get me, will find hilarious...
It begins on a bright sunny day at the bakery, me walking normally (first clue this is just a dream...) around to the front of the building, and in the front door.
But as I enter, I see small children, maybe 5 or 6 years of age, maybe 3 of them, running around the bakery, making figure eights around me, and the main pathway-WITHOUT bumping into me, at least (clue #2 if you're keeping track)...
Before I reach the counter, I see my friends in the back, busy away working, in front you have Ma, behind the lunch bar, (shocker) Ethel, Agnes, and none other than, you guessed it, Mr. Jackass himself, Bubba Joe Jack (one of them), behind the counter...
Then a harried, stressed-out woman with hair in a state of frizz-ball, comes up to me and quickly asking me what "this" means...By "this", she meant a pastel pink wedding cake brochure, with writing in a generic, child-like quality block-lettering that stated.
" We are not your Babysitters, watch your own damn kids."
I explained that we do not think that she was using us(clue #3-I don't work there anymore) as babysitters, and that no, the sign should not have been made (glaring over at the regimented and rigid personality-ed Bubba-that never shows up on time, as I'm saying that last part), and that I don't actually work here anymore, but that Ma would be glad to discuss the situation with her. Just then, Ma appears behind the counter at the register to my far right, waving, a snarky, sassy, hello, with her left hand, right hand busy resting on her hip. That's where the dream ended, thankfully. Yet again though, it was a dream about the bakery, I don't even work at anymore, fixin' Bubba Joe Jack's Jackass mistakes while socially interacting...
Yes, I'm posting this dream in the hopes that by doing so, it will set my mind at ease, and let me forget it? Of course the one time I want my memory disorder to kick-in, it probably won't, so I'm not holding my breath-unless of course the dog farts again...
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I was initially going to share with you some poetry I had written about Bubba Joe Jack (one of them) and my time working at a youth shelter...But I realized something-1. Bubba Joe Jack really is a Jackass-not just for walking on the grass...And #2. I am gone from that shelter, so why bother? I feel as though I really am moving on with my life, and yet, I've had a really weird dream about the bakery, that I feel those of you who get me, will find hilarious...
It begins on a bright sunny day at the bakery, me walking normally (first clue this is just a dream...) around to the front of the building, and in the front door.
But as I enter, I see small children, maybe 5 or 6 years of age, maybe 3 of them, running around the bakery, making figure eights around me, and the main pathway-WITHOUT bumping into me, at least (clue #2 if you're keeping track)...
Before I reach the counter, I see my friends in the back, busy away working, in front you have Ma, behind the lunch bar, (shocker) Ethel, Agnes, and none other than, you guessed it, Mr. Jackass himself, Bubba Joe Jack (one of them), behind the counter...
Then a harried, stressed-out woman with hair in a state of frizz-ball, comes up to me and quickly asking me what "this" means...By "this", she meant a pastel pink wedding cake brochure, with writing in a generic, child-like quality block-lettering that stated.
" We are not your Babysitters, watch your own damn kids."
I explained that we do not think that she was using us(clue #3-I don't work there anymore) as babysitters, and that no, the sign should not have been made (glaring over at the regimented and rigid personality-ed Bubba-that never shows up on time, as I'm saying that last part), and that I don't actually work here anymore, but that Ma would be glad to discuss the situation with her. Just then, Ma appears behind the counter at the register to my far right, waving, a snarky, sassy, hello, with her left hand, right hand busy resting on her hip. That's where the dream ended, thankfully. Yet again though, it was a dream about the bakery, I don't even work at anymore, fixin' Bubba Joe Jack's Jackass mistakes while socially interacting...
Yes, I'm posting this dream in the hopes that by doing so, it will set my mind at ease, and let me forget it? Of course the one time I want my memory disorder to kick-in, it probably won't, so I'm not holding my breath-unless of course the dog farts again...
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Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Thank you! Continued...
I truly am honored that you all (y'all) seem to love the blog, dear readers. While I know there must be evil internet trolls out there somewhere, they seem to be keeping their mouths shut, for the time being...Anyways, where am I at when it comes to memoir progress? Well, I think at last writing, I had about a page and a half. Now that I have a clean room to type in,-see my Instagram account y'all-@lindsayroach, cryptic, I know...Maybe I'll finally get some done, perhaps?
To be fair though, I've got a lot of living to do, yet before I feel like I could have a published memoir, I also am still figuring out how/when I'm going to do my road trip/vacation to see the family in the United States, in their natural habitats, as I'm trying to avoid the need for a passport. Once I'm hired permanently though, watch out family, I'm a comin' to see ya!
Oh, and the blog is now at 6,969 views and counting at last check, globally! Thanks to everyone for reading!
To be fair though, I've got a lot of living to do, yet before I feel like I could have a published memoir, I also am still figuring out how/when I'm going to do my road trip/vacation to see the family in the United States, in their natural habitats, as I'm trying to avoid the need for a passport. Once I'm hired permanently though, watch out family, I'm a comin' to see ya!
Oh, and the blog is now at 6,969 views and counting at last check, globally! Thanks to everyone for reading!
Clean-Up
I thought I knew what I wanted to write about this time. But I sat down with my computer and it all just flew out my mind. I have a ton of cleaning to do as I get to see one of my dear friends and fellow former Bakery Buddy, Monday. So I'm super excited for that. I think it is about things just like that, the little things, that bring you joy.
Especially in times where people are committing senseless acts of violence...And I know that God has a plan for all of us, I just wonder how many children are taken before comments are taken seriously, investigations are done, and that current gun/weapon laws are enforced. That we are not just saying people are mentally ill, but that some people that kill others are in fact just assholes, with a weapon, or weapons.
I also have noticed that my social anxiety is acting up, and you can recite Matthew 6:34 to me as much as you want, and while that is my fave Bible verse for a reason, it's because my brain takes me elsewhere. Making me question whether my family, friends and yes, even whether my bakery besties love me or not...
Guess who's taken to cleaning to distract herself? Yep, that's right readers, besides blogging, reading, music, I now have taken to the big-girl, adult skill and art of cleaning, which is good because before I cleared out my reading nook, my bedroom looked like it should be on one of the many shows about hoarders...But really, I should probably get back to doing so.Right.Now...But yeah, that's not happening yet.
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-My Youtube Channel at-linzr89
-My email is on my Facebook page, under the about section-let me know what you think, want me to write about, and such...
Especially in times where people are committing senseless acts of violence...And I know that God has a plan for all of us, I just wonder how many children are taken before comments are taken seriously, investigations are done, and that current gun/weapon laws are enforced. That we are not just saying people are mentally ill, but that some people that kill others are in fact just assholes, with a weapon, or weapons.
I also have noticed that my social anxiety is acting up, and you can recite Matthew 6:34 to me as much as you want, and while that is my fave Bible verse for a reason, it's because my brain takes me elsewhere. Making me question whether my family, friends and yes, even whether my bakery besties love me or not...
Guess who's taken to cleaning to distract herself? Yep, that's right readers, besides blogging, reading, music, I now have taken to the big-girl, adult skill and art of cleaning, which is good because before I cleared out my reading nook, my bedroom looked like it should be on one of the many shows about hoarders...But really, I should probably get back to doing so.Right.Now...But yeah, that's not happening yet.
So you can follow:
-My Facebook Page at- https://www.facebook.com/lindsayslifewithcp/
-My Twitter at-@LindsMRoach
-My Instagram at-lindsayroach
-My Youtube Channel at-linzr89
-My email is on my Facebook page, under the about section-let me know what you think, want me to write about, and such...
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Valentine's Day 2018
Hello Dear Readers,
On this day of love, I would have to say that more often than not my heart has been hardened. I usually hate this day, and oh let me tell you the ways...
-couples-of which I am still not one
-I viewed it as Singles Awareness Day-I'll explain more in a bit...
Okay so maybe that's why I hated it, wow, I thought I'd be able to come up with more...But yes, like the majority of you out there reading this the day I publish it, instead of spending time with that or those special someone/s in your life, I flat out hated the day.
But this year is different. I have a blossoming social life, yet am still that same adorable introvert you all know and love, just with bursts of outgoing-ness goodness...I have friends that I see regularly, I get out more on my own, do what I want to do, I even Zumba when my poor, old, aging car does not have other plans for me. I recently even joined a missional community, to help my spiritual growth at my church, and also, be a better friend to people I know, and have more close ties in my life. I have taken some decent selfies of none other than yours truly. Through this I have seen that I can clean up quite nice, have social media creepers and while I am not a classic beauty, have been able to see my beauty through my own eyes, and have come to the realization that even though I may not be where I want to be physically, let's face it, I am one of the pretty people after all, that tries to generally be a kind person, if given the opportunity...And that will shut down those creepy followers on social media, and cherish the friendship and loved ones I have in my life. Yes, to the portion of you readers out there that make make up the people that I know in my life, this year, you are appreciated, and loved, by me, at least, and that, my friends, family, and readers, is truly all that matters.
Now about this Singles Awareness Day bit...Yes, I've bought into it several times. What I realized is that the view of Singles Awareness Day (S.A.D.) should not be seen as a detriment in your life, but rather a day to show your love to those friends and family in your life, a day for self-care, and yes, self-love. If you haven't found a special someone in your life, I haven't either, so know that you are not alone, you are never truly alone, if you have love for others in your life. Yes, S.A.D./Valentine's Day should be seen as a day of empowerment, created by the greeting card companies...Tee-hee...
Love,
Linds
Wednesday, January 17, 2018
The 101, Let the Randoms Begin...
Back to my resolution to write a little each day, dear readers...
Interview after interview makes me realize that maybe being a Substitute Educational Assistant/Associate in my local school district is the way to go, but I have one last interview set up for an actual part-time position, so we shall see what becomes of me soon enough, that's if Golden Man-bun doesn't foil my plans, yet again. Let me tell some stories that don't really fit together...
#1 My last day as a Senior at the local high school, I, a thin yet flabby 17 year old, shoulder length dishwater blonde hair, with glasses, stands in the back lobby telling my friends how much I'll miss them crowded in sardine tin tight. I lift my arms up for a few yearbook photos, one of which made the front cover, another that hung in the hallway of the school for at least a year after...
Anyways, the bell had rung, hence the posing for pictures with arms raised. I slowly get carried away into the stream away from my friends, heading down the main hallway that lead to the front doors. As I walk almost with no hint of CP, (from my POV) some Sophomore, I think? Maybe not Junior, as they're so focused on taking tests for the next steps in their life. A freshman male that I didn't know would have probably shit a brick had I responded, and the few freshmen males that I knew, knew my name, because I knew their older siblings. No, this must have been a Sophomore, cocky enough to talk to someone, specifically a female of Senior status, intellectually inept of answering their own common question, clearly I thought I was hot stuff, so hot, I hadn't had a boyfriend all throughout my high school sentence, of 4 years of my life...They clearly missed the newspaper article on what each of our plans were after high school, I say this, given the question that followed him elbowing me, as if I should care...(Remember, I was quite full of myself at the time.)
Anonymous Sophomore: "Hey, why aren't you smiling, happy? You're done."
My Reply: "No, college."
He was quickly drawn to the back of the crowd, I think I saw him on the news some odd years later, in handcuffs. This story my friends, one of the reasons I'm still single to this day, read some of my other darn posts for more info on that.
I went on to college, the real world- the social concept, not the show, then more college, and am now job searching like a mad-woman.
And so concludes random story #1...
Interview after interview makes me realize that maybe being a Substitute Educational Assistant/Associate in my local school district is the way to go, but I have one last interview set up for an actual part-time position, so we shall see what becomes of me soon enough, that's if Golden Man-bun doesn't foil my plans, yet again. Let me tell some stories that don't really fit together...
#1 My last day as a Senior at the local high school, I, a thin yet flabby 17 year old, shoulder length dishwater blonde hair, with glasses, stands in the back lobby telling my friends how much I'll miss them crowded in sardine tin tight. I lift my arms up for a few yearbook photos, one of which made the front cover, another that hung in the hallway of the school for at least a year after...
Anyways, the bell had rung, hence the posing for pictures with arms raised. I slowly get carried away into the stream away from my friends, heading down the main hallway that lead to the front doors. As I walk almost with no hint of CP, (from my POV) some Sophomore, I think? Maybe not Junior, as they're so focused on taking tests for the next steps in their life. A freshman male that I didn't know would have probably shit a brick had I responded, and the few freshmen males that I knew, knew my name, because I knew their older siblings. No, this must have been a Sophomore, cocky enough to talk to someone, specifically a female of Senior status, intellectually inept of answering their own common question, clearly I thought I was hot stuff, so hot, I hadn't had a boyfriend all throughout my high school sentence, of 4 years of my life...They clearly missed the newspaper article on what each of our plans were after high school, I say this, given the question that followed him elbowing me, as if I should care...(Remember, I was quite full of myself at the time.)
Anonymous Sophomore: "Hey, why aren't you smiling, happy? You're done."
My Reply: "No, college."
He was quickly drawn to the back of the crowd, I think I saw him on the news some odd years later, in handcuffs. This story my friends, one of the reasons I'm still single to this day, read some of my other darn posts for more info on that.
I went on to college, the real world- the social concept, not the show, then more college, and am now job searching like a mad-woman.
And so concludes random story #1...
Sunday, January 14, 2018
I Like to Make Things Difficult. The 100th Blog.
If ever there were a person that makes things far too difficult, I am that person...I am not just happy with one job offer, no, I need to keep my interviews to other places, so that I may make murky my path on this earth. Therefore making the decision harder and have hurt feelings, as undoubtedly, someone will miss out on knowing me! What? Do I think the world revolves around me? No! Absolutely not! I can and will most assuredly be replaced in their life, by someone far more attractive perhaps, more able-bodied, who knows maybe some dreamy-looking hipster guy with a messy golden man-bun for a hairdo (knowing my luck).
But isn't that always the case, someone is always stronger, faster,better looking, or is some hipster guy/dude with a messy golden man-bun, which if you see one leaving an interview at a bookstore interview before you go in for your interview, rest assured- you will not get that job...That's bookstore gold! How can you possibly blame the bookstore, they have to.
Back to my point, the earth does not revolve around me, nor you, dear Buttercup. Time to get over it, put my big girl britches or sassy leggings in my case on, go on the interviews, break some hearts, and go on the path that prayer and or God would have me go down. Which way? Who knows? But I plan on finding out...Stay tuned dear readers...
But isn't that always the case, someone is always stronger, faster,better looking, or is some hipster guy/dude with a messy golden man-bun, which if you see one leaving an interview at a bookstore interview before you go in for your interview, rest assured- you will not get that job...That's bookstore gold! How can you possibly blame the bookstore, they have to.
Back to my point, the earth does not revolve around me, nor you, dear Buttercup. Time to get over it, put my big girl britches or sassy leggings in my case on, go on the interviews, break some hearts, and go on the path that prayer and or God would have me go down. Which way? Who knows? But I plan on finding out...Stay tuned dear readers...
Saturday, January 6, 2018
Will Work For Cookies...Apparently...( Post #99)
It was brought to my attention by my own little (haha) self that I have been blogging nothing lately, in a recent #CPChatNow ( a twitter community for those with CP-or who want to know about life with CP because of a loved one or friend). I've made it my resolution to write a little each day, be it in one of my many paper journals that cannot be witnessed worldwide, which is no fun for me, or online for it to be viewed by loyal readers (friends and family mostly) wherever they happen to be. If something is not blog worthy I save it till it is, then publish it.
Which brings me to, I apparently will work for cookies now, in my newly unemployed state...A week and some (by the time I publish this) ago at the bakery (that I previously worked at for 9.5+ years I might add). *Note to future employers- please pay me at least $30,000/yr for full-time, then I'll just bake cookies and bring in!*Yep, I got some baking skills of my own, I'm not all legal research only or whatever readers...Anywho, it was a last minute deal, and I was just answering phones, it was like old times, readers, then I realized I missed my Bakery Family, Bakery Besties, not necessarily actually working there.
Now I sit in the white-walled den a.k.a. my Brother's old room, surrounded by what would make a hoarder proud, accompanied by my most loyal, most hairy, and four-legged friend. Sure I have other friends that are loyal, but sorry, nothing beats a dog. I trust my dog's opinion of you, more than I trust my own, if I'm being honest with myself.
I also need to work out more, have it be less like the inside of an ice chest outside, eat more balanced, have more money, and be more self sufficient. I lost a lot of trust in my own ability to move (or "mo-tate" as I like to say) after the blood clots and bleeding on the brain in July 2016. I've noticed I am far shakier, I also weigh more than I ever have in my life, and need to do more than one work out class a week if I expect to make any progress, yes, the weight loss part should not be a New Year's Resolution, but rather a lifestyle change. One that does not start today, as today, I plan on dishes, reading that I've been meaning to do all week-to keep my sanity, cleaning, organizing, and maybe, just maybe, something fun, because, well, I deserve it.
Why? I've been a good Linds lately, job searching, (the full-time job that will eventually pay off) taking care of loans, health appointments, and I need a darn day to pretend I'm doing nothing!
Which brings me to, I apparently will work for cookies now, in my newly unemployed state...A week and some (by the time I publish this) ago at the bakery (that I previously worked at for 9.5+ years I might add). *Note to future employers- please pay me at least $30,000/yr for full-time, then I'll just bake cookies and bring in!*Yep, I got some baking skills of my own, I'm not all legal research only or whatever readers...Anywho, it was a last minute deal, and I was just answering phones, it was like old times, readers, then I realized I missed my Bakery Family, Bakery Besties, not necessarily actually working there.
Now I sit in the white-walled den a.k.a. my Brother's old room, surrounded by what would make a hoarder proud, accompanied by my most loyal, most hairy, and four-legged friend. Sure I have other friends that are loyal, but sorry, nothing beats a dog. I trust my dog's opinion of you, more than I trust my own, if I'm being honest with myself.
I also need to work out more, have it be less like the inside of an ice chest outside, eat more balanced, have more money, and be more self sufficient. I lost a lot of trust in my own ability to move (or "mo-tate" as I like to say) after the blood clots and bleeding on the brain in July 2016. I've noticed I am far shakier, I also weigh more than I ever have in my life, and need to do more than one work out class a week if I expect to make any progress, yes, the weight loss part should not be a New Year's Resolution, but rather a lifestyle change. One that does not start today, as today, I plan on dishes, reading that I've been meaning to do all week-to keep my sanity, cleaning, organizing, and maybe, just maybe, something fun, because, well, I deserve it.
Why? I've been a good Linds lately, job searching, (the full-time job that will eventually pay off) taking care of loans, health appointments, and I need a darn day to pretend I'm doing nothing!
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