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It’s always hard when you realize you’ll never be as important to someone as someone else is. 

You confirmed what I think I already knew. 

We had fun last year, and I’ll miss working with you (both) again this year. 

But I understand. 

Please allow me to move on. I won’t bother you or take up any of your time. 

Thank you. 



“I am a licensed ear peircer!”


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And I won’t be for long!

I’ve witnessed one (and only one) too many parents holding their child down to have her ears pierced. 

The little girl wanted it done, but she didn’t want it to hurt. She knew it was going to hurt, and I wasn’t about to lie to her. 

I was, however, about to throttle her daddy into next Sunday. Daddy wanted to hurry. Daddy was calling her a wimp. 

I’d like to tell daddy “let’s get two people three times your size with something in their hands that is about to cause you pain as big as your little girl thinks she’s about to face. See if you’ll be thrilled.”

Parents: if you are thinking of or trying to convince your child to get its ears peirced, here’s some helpful hints: 

  1. Don’t take two kids to get theirs done SAME DAY. There’s a really good reason why we do both ears at the same time. 
  2. If your tried freaks out when they know they’re getting a shot at the doctor: DON’T get her ears peirced. 
  3. INFORM YOUR CHILD. It’s gonna hurt. Painfully, briefly. Uncomfortable for a little while. Eventually (and if they’re taken care of) they’ll forget they are there. 
  4. I’ve only done this like five times. In my experience as a peircer and a human being, there’s a small timeframe when it’s best to do this. Infants forget it very quickly. A five year old today, powered through like a champ. The six year old FREAKED OUT. I’m sure if she had been a few years older, she’d been fine. 
  5. If you think you’ll have to hold them down, and you don’t want my staring (glaring) a hole in the back of your head, then be careful where you put your hands on that child (I will go to jail, if I think you’ll hurt a child. Especially if it’s because that child is scared).

Honestly, after a few minutes of that youngun fighting we should have refused the piercing. We probably scarred her for life. In more ways than one. 

PS: my bet? She’ll have them out and gone within the week. 

Right Wing? Left Wing? CHICKEN WINGS!


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I am not a political person, though I am a registered democrat. As a 32 year old, I registered this year. I did not vote in any election. This is why I don’t feel I have a place in the discussion of the controversial new president. While I am not a Trump supporter (I wasn’t a Hillary supporter either) I do feel that it is in the best interest of this country, the very same in which I am raising my child, to at least give him a chance and hope that he does in fact do good things. 

I also firmly believe that PEACEFUL protests are a person’s right. Violence is not, nor will it ever be the answer. But, none of these things are going to make a difference. Love him or hate him, Donald Trump in your president (if you live in these United States). 

I am also not a religious person. I’ve had my own difficulties and confusion over religion and God, I have my very own set of beliefs and doubts. But I do know that God says love each other, be kind to each other. 

This hate is one of the very reasons people dislike Trump. Yet, here people are spouting hate and anger towards him. People who say they are Christians and follow the word of God and the bible and go to church. Is this what God wants? I really don’t know. Tell me!

If hate and violence are what we reduce ourselves to, what we allow ourselves to give in too, isn’t that just the same as Trump’s hate? Aren’t you the same as him?

When Dondald Trump was elected president I feared for this nation, this world, and it’s people. But it’s starting to look like we are bringing ourselves down before he can adjust his office chair to suit his preferences. 

Reblog from Imgur: How Nanodiamond Treats Cancer, Why They Are Made Through a Detonation and Why Am I Telling You This?


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Imgur user APortalPassScavenger is attempting to spread the word about her husband’s patented environmental friendly method of creating explosions, that have a biproduct that includes nano diamonds. Nanodiamonds are said to be a useful and effective method of treating cancer by targeting chemo. 

I have literally no knowledge about it, but thought it’d be handy to share. Check the link above. 

People Shaming


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The following is a post I made to my personal Facebook page. A friend had shared one of those “tag so-and-so, I’m looking for him” memes of an overweight person. The obvious fact that they were intending to make fun of or embarrass someone with an image of an overweight woman makes me wonder if they make fun of me, an overweight woman. It concerns me, as a person with feelings (go figure) if they feel the same about me. 

The text: 

Do you make fun of me because I’m fat? Do you look down on me, call me names, or laugh at me and my size when I’m not around? Are you better than me because you’re smaller? 

You post pictures of overweight women and laugh at them. 

I am an overweight woman. 

If we are friends and you think “oh I don’t see you that way” but you still laugh at fat people, I think there’s some confusion there.

Don’t think that just because we know each other I’m not saddened/ashamed/embarrassed/depressed when I see you laughing at someone who is also obese. 

I am by no means trying to (a)oppresses healthier people, (b)glorify overweight people, (c)make light of the health concerns of someone being overweight. 

Believe me I am conscious of my weight, I see myself naked in the mirror and don’t like how I look. I know my health is at risk, I can literally feel it in my heart. 

I don’t enjoy being fat, but I know that it’s part of who I am and will always be. I’m sure, when people think of me, “you know, the (fat/heavyset/overweight/rotund) girl with the glasses” has always been part of how I’m known. It’s hard to avoid when describing me, honestly. 

I was fat when my husband met me, married me, made a baby with me. I might always be plus size (I refuse to let myself go further than 4x though) and he will love me anyway. And if he stops loving me, I bet a dollar it won’t be because I’m plush (yes. Plush. Nice). 

But having to wonder if I’m looked down upon by people I like to hope are my friends, because I weigh more than my joints, muscles, and heart can handle, isn’t something I’m keen on. It’s been a very very long time since I’ve cried about being heavy. I used to be afraid that my weight kept me from having friends. Experience tells me it’s the people I was surrounded by and devastating shyness that did it. 

But I am 32, talkative, friendly I’d like to think, and rather hilarious at times, I’ve made many more friends that I had in school. And I’ve been a fatty all my life. I don’t want to be afraid that people are being false friends because I’m fat. 

I am fat. I’m heavy set, I’m voluptuous, I am rotund, I am plush, I am fluffy. These things are all part of who I am. Laughing at me, making fun of me, looking down on me, or disrespecting me (with or without my knowledge) would be the same as using my need for glasses, my red hair, and my green eyes as reasoning for the same. 

If you don’t like me for those reasons, of you have a problem with fat people in general (a) please for the love of all that’s good in the world unfriend me and (b) take a quick look at yourself. I bet a dollar you’ll find something about you that you’d feel bad if someone made fun of. 

I just want to be friends. But knowing a person laughs at people with a similar characteristic as myself, makes me wonder where I stand with them. 

I did not direct this in any way to the individual who posted the image. I named no names made no hints (other than that they’re smaller in size than I. Which, let’s face it, narrows nothing down) I as to who did. Many have posted similar images. 

I’m not fighting for social justice, I’m not bashing anyone’s freedom to post. I just wonder. They made fun of this woman. Do they laugh at me as well? If they do, I don’t need them. 


Me lately

  1. I want to write something
  2. I’ve been thinking about going back to school
  3. I want to crochet
  4. I wish I could get Relay for Life up and running 
  5. I need to clean my house from top to bottom
  6. I wish I had more free time
  7. I wish I were happier at work
  8. I need to exercise more and lose weight
  9. My baby girl is growing up too fast
  10. I miss the freedom of youth. 

Dear 2016

You sucked.

  1. My father in law died in January 
  2. My brother in law died in march
  3. In April my child swallowed a dime, it became lodged in her esophagus and it had to be removed by a surgeon. 
  4. Because of deaths and finances we didn’t get a vacation. Again. 
  5. My husband faced stress and frustration dealing with his father and brother’s deaths and the aftermath. 
  6. I agreed to a position at work that promised I’d return to my old job after it was over. I didn’t get to move back. 
  7. My child fell and had to be taken to the ER for a bleeding head wound (head wounds like to scare you, she’s fine). 

Please be sure to tell 2017 as he steps into your shoes, to try and go easy on us. 



It didn’t work

My feeble attempt at getting likes for a page no one else cares about failed. 

The big secret? 

I was going to announce that I was planning another “Black Friday” story. Except this one was going to be based around Christmas. With zombies. 

Would have been a hoot. 

But who am I kidding. I don’t get time or have the energy to write.

So, never mind, I guess?




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like it

ill never tell… if i dont get likes

Ha. Lol anywho… On another note…

I plan on removing Black Friday: A Zombie Story from all platforms in June 2017. My reasoning is “no ones gonna buy the cow if you can get the milk for free” is that how it goes. 

This was sort of a hasty decision. By then, it will be available for purchase on Amazon in paperback and kindle (and other possible sites) by then. 

So if you wanna read it but without having to spend money, do it NOW. 

On Crash Landing & On Wattpad

Thanks for reading. Or not, whatevs


PS: Merry Christmas!

A ‘Running Start’ to 2017


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As 2016 is winding down, and there’s less opportunity for the world to ruin this year any further, we’ve all started thinking of what 2017 will bring. Hopefully something good. 

Anywho, I’ve already said I have a list of things I want to do, and I hope to achieve in the coming year. But there’s one thing I haven’t mentioned. 

My workplace has a Relay for Life team. We just started it back up last year, when a friend/co-worker (she transferred, the traitor) and I were discussing it, and later approached the store manager. Last year, with as little as we were able to do, we managed to raise about $500 for the American Cancer Society (the great people who started the relay). 

In 2017 I wanna double that. 

But we’ve done “jack sprat” since. 

I’ve had an idea running around in my head for a while. And if I were to do it, there’d be a two-fold purpose. Not only would I be raising money for Relay for Life and cancer research, but I’d get fit too! 

My idea: “run” X amount of minutes for “$X” amount of donations. For a max of 150 mintes a day (Department of Health and Human Services daily recommended physical activity for healthy adults). 

All on FACEBOOK LIVE video. 

Now, granted I am a 300+ pound woman, which technically would mean I am not a so-called “healthy adult”. But I would stop if I felt too uncomfortable or in danger, I would keep water on hand, and my husband would be home. So, he could turn the dang treadmill off if I pass out (haha, I’m hilarious). 

I really like the idea, I’ve always needed real motivation to exercise, and I could do good too! And so could donators. 

I just have to get donators. 

I want to start in January, so there’s some time to decide. 

What do you think? Am I crazy or stupid? Both? Crazy smart? Stupid?