Daily Archives: March 3, 2011

Sometimes… I Cry Until I Can’t BREATHE!


Sometimes… I Cry Until I Can’t BREATHE!


What can't you say no to? (via The Daily Post at WordPress.com)

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I’m Posting every day in 2011!

I’ve decided I want to blog more. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now. I will be posting on this blog once a day / once a week for all of 2011.

I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.

If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.



Character of the day! March 2nd, 2010

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Todays COTD is a 37-year-old cook by the name of Chad. He came into the bar a few minutes before closing with his friend (?collin, I think?) To drink a few beers. All in all he was a pretty nice guy. We chatted for a bit while I finished rolling the last of the silverware. His friend is a DJ at some clubs downtown and was a pretty cool guy.
Ok, I’m gonna cut to the chase and get to the point… both of these fellows are apparently regulars at all 4 bars owned by my employer. They know many of the employees, past and present, from all 4 and are up on the latest gossip. That alone would strike me as odd, but the thing that I’ve found to be the true oddity is that this seems to be the rule and not the exception. I feel like every customer (which are numerous) knows everyone and everything and has been around in most cases longer than most employees. Am I in the flippen twilight zone or something. What the hell. I feel like one of the cast of characters on a cheesy soap opera. Seriously, is this normal? Do all bars operate this way?  If anyone out there has some insight on this, Please share it with me. 

Side Note: Chad gave me the scoop on a previous employee from 3 years earlier who was just wrapping up her short-lived but documented for eternity career as a porn star. WTF, ewww! I don’t want my drinks served by hands that have been places that could possibly transmit some STD. My drink has no business mixin and mingling with hands that could never possibly be sanitized enough to be considered “clean”.



Today was absolutely a Bittersweet day. It was a DSS court day so going in I already knew I would walk out in a funk regardless of what the court had to say. There really is nothing about this process that gives me peace. It has, since day 1, felt like a no win situation. Even if the small victories offer a bit of relief, that relief is always accompanied by sorrow. I guess you could say it was a good day in hell. Dss has stepped out of the picture and the court ordered that I have full custody of the my children and that my husband remain under the restraining order and is to have no contact. This was all based on the sex offender assessment and therapy plan he had to do. The court also ordered that he would have to seek custody privately and only after the doctor who is overseeing his therapy and treatment plan has determined that he is no longer a risk to the children. They said that it was not the doctors/therapist recommendation at this time to reunite him and the children. Its my understanding that he has to continue therapy and has been required to complete it before he can seek any kind of reunification. Bittersweet…my youngest child is not a direct victim of his crime but she is indeed a victim of his actions, this will be painful for her.

The good news: it may be a turning point for me. For the first time since april 2, 2010 I can honestly say that I’m starting to look forward with guarded hope (but hope none the less) as opposed to viewing my life in rewind. I can’t say that I won’t be looking back anymore, but maybe not as much as I’ve become accustomed to.