Pretty In Pink... Perfect In Paisley!

 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! ...

 It's brisk this morning, a very cool 50 degrees something or another. I am on my first pot of coffee. The dogs have been fed and are in the yard rooting... those 4 pink snoots as if they were piglets are digging in the "MUD" and oh that Frances Bean, She tinks! She is a tinky dog! I swear the other 3 roll her in things! It makes her smell like a mix of dirt and other animal scents. Once I bring them in, they will crate up, other than my old girl. She is the queen and gets her pick of places to flop. The Aussie hound she is, most likely will blanket on the floor in front of the door and, carefully with one eye open, the blue or the brown, watch for anybody she believes is out to get us! Right now, I am in the process of finishing one book and in the beginning stages of the other. When I am in creative mode, I sometimes even amaze myself with how my mind works. I think I have said, I see everything like it is a movie being played out. Each chapter has a scene. Not everyone...

 I can breathe for a minute. The bank account juggle has left me with a few heart palpitations, and not knowing sales tax and transferring plate fees for the new vehicle has me in a tailspin. Did I mention the newer car has been back at the dealership three times for repairs they thought I wouldn't notice? Have I mentioned I have PTSD over my car dilemmas?  I have places to go and people to see, and I hope with the best of intentions, they have resolved what they hoped could be ignored. I had fewer issues with my 20-year-old car than with this less than 10-year-old vehicle. I did come completely unglued at one moment, only to apologize to the service girl handling this issue. ( I want to mention. You never know who you are waiting on or having to do business with, and do not think for one moment I will not take this matter and use my social media influence if I need to. I may pretend to be a restaurant worker by day, but I promise you, my pen (keyboard fingers) is mightier tha...