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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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!
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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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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