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

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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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