Pretty In Pink... Perfect In Paisley!

 While it's in my head, I need to get it out. Type the thought and let the emotion flow. How it resonates or connects with you depends on where you are right now. Despite the handful of critics who still would like to debate my Life Coaching training, let me just throw out there—you chose this. You did this, and at whatever time "the circumstance" occurred in that fleeting moment, you made that decision. And I am guessing right now, you are questioning every choice or rash behavior you took a stance on to prove something. That something, that now has you pondering, "What in the world was I thinking?" Levels of disrespect come with behavior that has no accountability behind the action. I imagine the level of upset comes with the anger you feel towards someone's reaction   over how they handled the situation that presented the level of disrespect.  Simple Ex: A person expects you for dinner. You are tired, burnt out, probably mad at the world for who knows wha...

 "Hey, I need a color sheet. The dimensions are 12.75 x 8.5. That's front cover to back cover. Leave room for margins, spine, binding, and color bleeds. The artwork or photos need to be yours. You do want  4-color press, right?" This is how my morning started out.  This book thing has taken me back to my printing company days and all of my college graphic design phase. The lingo was not foreign to me. I just needed to remember the technique. Quark is outdated, and the last InDesign program I worked with was in the Creative Suite 4. I believe it is up to 7 now. Somewhere in my basement on a shelf is the college work I displayed, trying to earn a more than passing grade. Oh, somewhere in this phase of my life, I wanted to be a news reporter. I thought I was going to need how to learn to do print for who knows what. Honestly, who knows for sure what I ever think and landing in the restaurant industry is the farthest from where I ever wanted to be... it was just easy! Talk pe...

 Oh, say can you see-- Happy Memorial Day! Monday is a day of remembrance and sovereignty,  the freedom we take so lightly in our everyday lives. It is that 3-day holiday that many are thankful to have, me included. The house is clean, the yard is manicured, and the laundry is being done. No rest for the wicked and no rest for the weary. Off or not, with this menagerie, I need to stay on top of things. These short-haired hounds carry more dirt than when I had my lab. My good ole' Saddie girl. All that yellow fur. She was the best!  I swept and mopped with the intention of steam cleaning these floors. Yeah, maybe not today, though, I have promised myself I am going somewhere. I am getting in the car and I am going until I have to turn around and come back! Tortelli is on the menu for tonight with some Italian sausage meatballs in a white sauce. Which reminds me, I am out of wine. "Mr. Martini, how bout some wine?" 😉 In the meantime, I want to talk about inuendos, plots, a...

 There is a cheesecake waiting to be concocted today.  It is the first sentence that I write that grabs the reader's attention. In that first sentence, I wish the reader would continue with what will come next in the paragraphs ahead. You never know what will flow from the keys that I type or all the valuable lessons that are up in my head that need to be shared. Nonetheless, today a cheesecake will be conquered! I am off today. This is the first Saturday in well over 2 months that I have off. Next weekend, starting with Friday, I am off for 4 days! This gal needs a break from the body-aching restaurant pivot. It is too much! The game is not what it used to be, and where "mom and pop" once resided in craft curating, corporate structure is entering new territory, and anyone who knows me, I stay clear away from structure and mandates. As it's been said in the shadows by too many, "till the training wheels fall off and we are out." Corporate structure with no a...

 These Kit chronicles keep me moving, going, and trotting along. I have yet to find my voice for social media, and as I watch some of these YOUNG influencers, who are so out of touch with reality and what the real working class looks like; I am over here working 6 days a week, hands on, dealing with people in real time and I can barely keep my head above water.  I am baffled by the behind-the-scenes and makeovers of houses, OOTD, travels, and cosmetic tutorials. Delulu has never been more present with this bunch. Ex: a gal I stumbled upon, Hattie, lives in a rent-stabilized 1930, 2000 sq ft high-rise apt in New York City. It was her childhood home that her parents gave her!!!! She has completely renovated the place with her newfound carpenter boyfriend. {Hey, great for her. A man who PARTICIPATES.} In addition to, they recently just bought an upper New York vintage farmhouse on IDK m-a-n-y acres. A 3200 sq ft house with several outbuildings, a barn, and a chicken coup. {really...

 " I've never been pinned as a heartbreaker, but I've said a few goodbyes." I'm here! Bye~ another fine week in dining and the general public combined with a paycheck this time around, give or take 17 cents, is down about 700.00. (AND THIS IS WORKING 6 DAYS) If Mother's Day wasn't bad enough, the $2.15 in tips is seeing its better days. Run me back and forth one more time, and I will disappear.  Apparently, this has been on social media with other restaurant employees across the board. When it comes to dining out or enjoying what used to be a pleasurable experience, the general public displays pent-up frustrations and or anger and seemingly takes it out on anyone at the wrong place at the wrong time. So, excuse me if I get this look on my face that clearly shows you need to turn your TV off. The best one I heard this week, a woman who is blaming the president because her graduating son chose a degree that is already tough to get into, and odds are, he will...

 Day 7 and I am off! It is grocery day and Ruby's feed day. My body says stop, rest today; my mind says Oh no, do not stop now. Monday is usually the beginning of the week for most, but it is the end of the week for me. These last 6 days in a row have done me in, and yesterday was a slight f*ck'n nightmare. My customers, "Why are you working on Mother's Day? Aren't you a mom?" I stood there and stared and wanted to yell because you fkn people are all here. Here is the kicker, the books were solid with reservations for the day and half did not show or call to cancel. So last night, the general population thought it was more than ok to show up with 10+ without a reservation. I promise you that once these 2 books I am writing are finished, the gloves are off, and the 3rd will be about restaurant etiquette and customer behavior training. I did not work doubles all weekend like a few of the gals, poor Kaley, the absolutely sweetest thing on the planet, they, the cu...

 I will start this morning by begging for forgiveness because my tone is full of sarcasm. It's been a week. I am cold this morning and have not quite had 2 full cups of coffee. The grass needs to be tackled today, and my order of goats to do the job has not arrived! I am tired. The kind of tired where my mind mentally can not come up with any more ideas on how to add pecos to the denairos! It is frustrating. This week alone, I have had to play, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS NEW-ER CAR NOW?" My patience has run so thin on this, and the dealership is sick of me and my not-so-humorous side. Have I ever stated that car maintenance and the mechanics on how one vehicle should function are not IN MY CONTRACT? Nowhere do I remember putting this clause in my Akashic record. Bushings, bearings, CV joints, motor and transmission mounts, broken axles, and oxygen sensors WTF!!! Seriously? You thought I was smart before, wait till you see me with the hood up on this shiny con-trap-tion! ...