Im Talking Tuesdays

Pub Trivia Tuesday Nights at Doyle’s Pour House Barnegat NJ

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An “as often as possible” date night with my best friend. But with kids and husbands and work and life we really only get there once a month. Once a Pancake House, this place has become like home. We just fit, or at least I think we do.

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My Gawd we’re awful at this trivia thing, but oh the fun. We kill at 80’s music and movie clips, would rather just skip the sports and we don’t know why they call it “General Knowledge” because we generally don’t have the knowledge to answer the questions.

Dollar beers and food we regret eating the very next day… Our bartender Sean loves to hate us, where as the night wears on the louder we get, and often a drink is spilled.

A farewell evening with our good friend Amy, just over 2 years ago, we found everywhere “dead” but this place. An evening that started at TGI Fridays, Moved on to Callaway’s, and was headed for some dive out in Waretown.

Amy was moving you see, headed for a new start in Northern PA. An easier and better life than Jersey had to offer. A simple life. I envy her for this. And this was how it came about to find this bar, and to return over and over and to find Tuesday Trivia Night, with Mike.

Near 30 years, Sarah and I have known each other. I think we were merely 12 or 13 years old at the time. And even after time separated us. Facebook brought us back together a few year back, and we are still like 2 peas in a pod, or maybe more like room mates in the nut house.

No subject matter goes untouched. No filters, and I always wonder (the next day) what the people sitting around us must think when they hear us.

Oh we are a sight I’m sure. But I wouldn’t have it any other way! And when your having that much fun everyone and everything else melts away.

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So, here’s to our friendship. To the past we shared. To the future we’ll have. To the good times.

“May Smitty always get us a seat. May the beers always be a buck. May Sean always love us. May Mike always think “Not OJ” is funny. And may we always get home safe to laugh about it the next day.”

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Setting July Goals

I like to set goals. Real reachable goals.

I always have a plan. I am always making a plan.

But I’m not Clark Griswold…

I’m not stupid. Life has taught me a thing or two.

And I have become a “plan for the worst, hope for the best” kind of person.

As the month of June comes to an end. I start to set my goals for July. Knowing full well what I hope for and what I will get are two very different things and those unforeseen things almost always pop up. Hey, I’m a realist. I get it, retail is hit or miss. Even I don’t shop often. But I still have set a goal for myself, for my stores.

An average sales goal, broken down to a daily amount and a total for the month.

$20.00 a day. That simple. Average sales for the month of July totaling $20.00 a day.

There are 31 days in the month of July and this totals $$620.00 for the month. This amount, is double what I’ve been making.  This amount will make July my first bankable profit month. Covering all rental, fee, and supply costs and money left to put in the bank.

This shouldn’t be hard right. Between my Etsy shop and rental store front space? Well…again retail is tricky.

I think its a good goal, whether I reach it or not. Ill give it my all. Ill promote and push, and even pray.

It’s only a hat a day! Or any other number of ways you can break it down.

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Im Not Kidding

It took all I had not to choke the life out of this kid while smacking the shit out of her at the same time.

This 17 year old girl, picking a fight and attempting to hurt my 5 year old son.

(And she would have hurt him if no one was looking , than lied to cover her ass.)

Fighting over a chair. Not taking the high road any properly raised teenager would have taken and moved to any of the several other empty seats. Nope she choose to force her weight on him, shove her elbow into him and try to hurt him. She told me to “Fuck Off” as I told them both to stop. Me being the only adult in the room watching to say anything.

Ahhh… the weekly Sunday dinner at my Mother In-Laws house.

How I came to marry into such a passive group of people is beyond me!

My niece, the self entitled, self righteous lil Bitch.

She didn’t start out this way. Nearly killed by her birth mother along with her sister and than ultimately a 3rd sister adopted into this family. She was quiet and reserved. A beautiful girl.

Now, she and her 2 sisters have become part of a generation of get me/give me kids. Princess Syndrome. Never having been disciplined, or taught right from wrong. Never once ever having been told “No“.

They don’t ask, they tell. They think nothing of telling anyone to “Fuck Off“. Like that’s the answer to all of life, to getting your way. I must have missed the memo of this.

 But as children of course they’d think this. To say this to an adult challenging you, more offend by the fact that someone actually told them “No”, than by the fact that they are acting childish, and behaving badly.

Oh how I smile at the thought of “Life” steam rolling them. How sad they will be when they find out life is about being told no, and than sucking it up and moving on. The “You want fries with that?” and “My welfare check doesn’t cover all the clothes I want.”  These phares they will surley have to say through-out their lives.

Raised by Parents Pre-Diem. Always at the over whelmed and drained sitters house.

This is what you get…

They are all in the running to become Miss Future Asshole of America.

 Now of course she and well most of this family have come to dis-like me. I say it how it is. I speak my mind. I will talk to your children the same damn way I talk to mine. If your not going to parent them someone should!

And 17 is still a child. Clearly, picking a fight with a 5 year old is childish. And only someone so self absorbed as to take a car from their birth parent who nearly killed them as a toddler would do this. My birth mother nearly killed me, and I wont even take an apology from this women. But than again I don’t have my head up my own ass.

Now I bet you wonder if this makes going to Sunday dinner uncomfortable for me?

Nope not in the least as I have over the last 16 years laid into 1 or more of these kids, for 1 or more offences when an adult has needed to step in and do or say something and no one else did. And I don’t go for them. I go for my Mother and Father In-Law. I love them. These are good, no scratch that, these are amazing people.

And we wont be joining for Sunday dinner for at least the next 2 Sundays, as its that time of year where we have plans of our own. And with my husband working Saturdays now, Sunday is our only family day. By the time we go back everyone will have settled into pretending that they sat and did nothing as this adult child picked on a toddler. The key word here “pretend”, as they talk shit behind my back, never daring to confront me to my face, spineless really, but also pointless as I know I did nothing wrong telling that girl to “stop” and nothing more, and her telling me to “Fuck Off”.

Ill close with this.

I don’t forgive. I don’t forget.

This kind of thing sticks to my core. 20 years from now this will still piss me off.

But I wont lose any sleep over it.

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Book Me

To me there is nothing like a good book. A story that captivates you. One you become so engrossed in you cant put it down.

The kind where the story envelopes you and everything else around you is gone.

You are connected to its characters. Your emotions run wild.

What each of us enjoys reading is personal. What I enjoy you may not.

But we “Book People” share a common thread. That of the stories we love.

I cherish my books. Should I lose all my possessions, my small library is what I would morn the most.

I am also NOT a tablet reader, an e-reader, or anything that takes batteries kind of person.

I enjoy the turning of the pages, the sound it makes, the marking of pages, the smell of a book, and the feel of a book.

I most enjoy the sound a book makes as I finish and close it. You readers know that sound. I can hear it now. When all the many pages youve been holding back come running back together.

It marks the moment.

I also used to, as they have mostly gone, enjoyed wandering a small book store. The kind that you were greeted in upon entering, asked if you needed help finding anything and suggestions were made to you if you were not sure. The scent of the ink and paper filled the whole place. It was hushed and yet homey.

I find nothing now but Barnes and Noble left and though I still get joy from wandering through, its not the same as the small book stores that used to be all over.

Barnes and Noble is loud, crowed, and smells of burnt coffee.  You may even get knocked over by a child running unattended past you. This I do not enjoy.

The latest thing I’ve read (several times over the last few years) is why I come to write today. To share …

Alma Katsu’s The Taker Trilogy.

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This story carries over 3 books, with 3 short stories found only in e-reader form, was/is an addiction for me.

I became absorbed in this story. I dreamt it. It filled my every thought.

I came across the 1st book  “The Taker”  by shear chance.

And I now proudly have all 3, as well as having gotten the 3 small e-stories.

(these 3 e-stories are on my to do list to transcribe for myself onto paper as I hate the form of tablet reading)

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I could continue on and on and on. I could tell you all about these books, and the story. But I shall not.

I simple say, If you are looking for a summer read, if fiction stories carry you away, look into this trilogy.

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Its a Wash

Jersey Summers.

You never know what you’re going to get.

Not technically summer yet till tomorrow.

Today June 20th 2015. Gloomy and Gross.

 This weekend will be “A Wash”.

There will be no going out to the lake, or BBQ’s, or canoeing, or even yard work.

The threat of rain at any moment makes all that un-doable.

For me there is always tons to do.

I am after all the end all, be all of this household.

The Queen and Keeper. The Warden and Prisoner.

I am Mom. I am Wife.

But I am also the creator, designer, and owner of my own small business. To which I am the only employee.

And I have a few orders to fill.

Today its Hostess Gift Sets. Handmade Soaps and

my handmade 100% US grown cotton shower/bath puffs. Lovingly crocheted by me.

Part taught to crochet by my grandmother and grandfather and part self taught.

These take me about an hour and half, if I’m left uninterrupted.

Always starting out the same. A pile of yarn, I pray doesn’t knot up on me.

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Soon a beautiful, full, soft shower puff.

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And finally packaged with the soap.

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How Did I Not Know?

Nearly everyday I light a candle.

A beauty ritual I started just over a year ago.

When I came to meet Ashley, a stunning, young, self made women. And she is a Candle Marker.

Owner of The Candlewyck Cottage

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But these candles are not what you may think!

These are in fact lotion. Warmed by the light of the wick. Heaven on your hands, and feet.

I must admit. I am addicted.

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Here’s how it goes for me…

Light Candle before shower. Blow out candle after shower. After drying off, indulge in this soft as butter, silky and sweet, warm lotion. There is NO greasy after feel, and I dress before or after using it. The scent is light and clean. Jersey Girl here is my 1st favorite as I just love the Pineapple Mix scent to it.

 Each candle is hand poured by Ashley, in small batches, combining 100% cosmetic grade soy wax, body safe fragrance/essential oils & NOW infused with organic coconut oil & a touch a vitamin E oil!!

One “dip” & you will be in love!  These candles are designed to soften hands, elbows & heels! But I use it everywhere!

This is heaven sent in the winter.

  Warm lotion? I mean come on! Dry winter skin? Gone!

I’m a barefoot girl myself (year round), this makes for rough feet, or at least it did before I started to treat myself to this process.

So again…how did I not know about these? And if you didn’t either and

your looking for a new way to pamper yourself, or an amazing gift, or you are a shop owner that would love to carry these (yup she’s a wholesale supplier as well). Reach out to Ashley at the Candlewyck Cottage. She will ship…

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Home Sweet Home

There is a bird nesting in my Fuchsia.

And why wouldn’t this bird want to nest here? This is a beautiful full plant, a Mothers Day Gift from my kids, hung lovingly on my front porch. Guarded from the wind and rain, hung up high, only morning sun, this is prime real-estate for a little bird!

I provide food and bath just below in my flower beds.

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But even with all this…

this bird flies just off to a near by tree and gives me shit, loudly.

All because I’ve come out to water this plant. I must water it! It wont be the home sweet home for this bird if it dies. All that lush growth will be gone, the nest will dry up and blow away.

And I like a loon, stand there saying apologies and explaining myself to this bird as I water, this and my 2 other plants on my porch around my table and chairs.

It has become increasingly difficult to water this plant as the nest seems to be growing in size, and the water I pour oh so slowly and carefully into this hanging planter doesn’t seem to be able to get through much anymore.

I find myself wondering what shall I do if babies come, I cant water this plant than! They could get wet and cold, and mama will fly off and yell at me, and sadly the plant will die. And so their home will not be as it is now.

This is the craziness that goes on in my mind. I find this stresses me more than not being able to pay my electric bill.

Randomness? I suppose it is. My life? Oh yes.

I haven’t a clue what kind of bird this is, its much to small and fast, a blur of brown is all I’ve seen.

But I find joy in this. And I’m happy this bird had chosen to live on my porch.

maybe we’ll be friends one day.

Today Ill but out blueberries.

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Everyday Inspriation

I take ideas and inspiration from the everyday. From the people and places and things in my life.

These things vary all around (as you can see from this blog).

Todays inspiration came in the form of an invite I got just over a week ago.

A Psychic Party

Hosted by my good friend Missy. I’m over-joyed at this invite!

I have always wanted to go to one of these. Now I don’t have anything to ask. But my beliefs are very open minded.

And I am intrigued to say the least.

What will these cards tell me? 

I saw a palm reader one time 3 summers ago. While out bar hoping in Seaside Heights with my friend Jessica who had come up from North Carolina. I hadn’t seen her in a year, and a day (and night) on the boards is just what she wanted.

I’m not sure how it came about with this lil group of beer filled women to stop at the Palm Reader Booth

but hey it was only $5.00 and all in good fun.

Step right up folks, step right up, and Ill  tell you what she told me…

Right off the bat you pay, putting your money in the offering cup

(this my good people is merely how she can tell which hand you use, to read your dominant hand without asking)

“You will live a long and happy life. Men want you and you enjoy the attention but you are not at all interested, you have married the man of your dreams, the love of your life. And you will have 14 grandchildren.”

and there you have it. Word for word, what I was told my palm said.

Is any of this true? Well on the grandkids and long happy life only time will tell. On the rest?

Honestly? Yes, I suppose it is. I am happily married and I am uninterested in other men,

but ahhh it does feel good to be hit on.

So I look forward to my cards being read. And I will search for just the right thing to ask.

I’m leaning toward asking about my business and its future.

I was inspired to create Charm Bracelets as I often am, here are the story boards I came up with…

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I’m thinking this would be a great set, to be sold together. $25.00 for the set of two.

I’m also doing Zodiac Sign bangles as well but I don’t have pictures of those just yet…

I found a fabric I also love on my journey to purchase charms for these Bracelets.

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I can just see it all together! Can you???

The bracelets shiny and chiming as Charms do on the wrist.

And a tote, or wristlet, or headband, maybe a shirt or shirt in this print.

Oh how fun, even if your do not put your beliefs into such things, there’s a style there, a uniqueness.

“Its about style, not brand.”

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And shall I return? To tell you all what the cards told me? To bring you pictures of my finished work?

I shall….

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Life Is So Unfair

I know this. I don’t like it or agree with it, but I know it.

Life is unfair. It is unjust.

What I am singled out and punished for, hundreds of others get away with.

Right down to stupid simple things of no real matter.

Take for example:

 The problem I am having now with my Etsy store.

On June 18th 2015 I was “singled out” by Etsy and a listing of mine was deactivated. Etsy states it was in copyright violation.

Hey, fine by me it was a $12.00 bracelet. No huge loss really.

BUT…

 I realized hundreds of other etsy shops are carrying close to the same thing, marketing it the same way, with those very same words Etsy states my listing was flagged for. I find this, well “Unfair”.

Why single me out, why deactivate my listing and not theirs???

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Now here is the (deactivated) listing…

https://www.etsy.com/listing/229863334/hello-kitty-charm-bracelet?ref=shop_home_active_1

My Shop Link:

https://www.etsy.com/shop/JerseyGypsyEtsyShop?ref=hdr_shop_menu

And when you click it you can see, my listing is gone yet 100’s of other are not.

I’m not looking to start a war or even a debate on the matter, as Im not going to put my whole shop at risk over 1 small listing.

But,

I cant help but wonder what other people think of such a thing happening. And a friend said to me as well

“You purchased the Hello Kitty Charm from an Etsy shop, so doesn’t that mean you own the charm, to do with as you wish?”

We continued to discuss this. How far a reach it would have to shut down all “Hello Kitty” listings, and hey why stop there? What about Disney? Surely these people do not own the rights to market Disney items? And so on…

I have asked Etsy why but they have never responded. Etsy Customer Service for both buyers and sellers is awful to say the least as I have needed assistance on both ends and received nothing but a brush off.

But, oh things march on, and this is to say the least “not worth it?”

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Having A Dream…

I have never known who or what I wanted to be or to do with my life.

I pretty much let life rule over me, take me down whatever path she saw fit.

Well…That no longer works for me.

And I now have a dream. Ultimately to own my own store,  but currently to create a mobile store.

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These large step vans converted into rolling boutiques are amazing.

Well..at least I think so.

The idea that you can bring a real store to your customers, to have a dry, clean, even heated and/or cooled shop

standing out among the pop-up tents and tables at any festival, fair, or show makes me giddy!

Weather damage to my products a thing of the past, theft cut down, and set up and break down time nearly gone.

The Gypsy Wanderer in me see’s this as her future, her legacy, something to have and hold with my children, to have continued after Im gone. To one day look back and see. You did that. You made and had that.

Now the banks don’t see it this way. They of course see me as a high risk loan, a crafter with a dream, and nothing more.

I see myself as Owner/Operator/Designer. A Hand Crafted Artist. Creator of unique and one of a kind things.

This led me to a GoFundMe campaign.

And Ill admit, this process is online panhandling and very little more. Ive had it set up for about 3 months and raised nothing, but than again Ive put about that into it as it makes me uncomfortable. But I still check in with it “dreaming”. Even today I will update it and share it with fingers crossed.

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For now I remain contently not content with my etsy shop and rental space in a small shop.

Don’t get me wrong these are great but I still make next to nothing Ive lost more money in the last 2 months than I could ever explain yet I still must pay my rent and fees, and it seems every one is making money off me but me.

And so here’s to the “Dream”.

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