Crazier things have NOT happened.

So I am not sure at this point what is going on in my mothers head. She is now listening at the door of my daughters room. No privacy…. The other night my daughter put her girls to bed and her girlfriend had brought her some wine. She had a rough day…and they had gone to bed planning on cleaning the kitchen in the morning. 

So my mom procedes to pull my daughter to the side as she got home from work and have this conversation with her.

My mom “Honey, my dog woke me up at about 1 in the morning last night. When I got to the kitchen it was still a mess. I was worried that something was wrong so I started towards your room and heard some noises. I almost knocked on the door but I just wasn’t sure if you were in pain or if you were having great lesbian sex.”

My daughter “Well grandma, as you can see I am just fine and I was not in any pain.” Hoping that would be enough she started to walk away. But no, my mother was not yet done.

My mother “So I walked back into the kitchen and cleaned up some of the dishes and again heard some noises from your room. I wasn’t sure if it was you in pain so I walked to your room and listened for a bit just to make sure you were ok.  Now I do not know if it was you or your girlfriend but at this point I was sure that you were not in pain, just having great lesbian sex.”  “So I went back to my bedroom and told your grandpa that you were fine just having great lesbian sex.” 

My daughter of course is just flabbergasted and is not sure what to say. She walks away to inform her girlfriend that her grandmother had eavesdropped during their shenanigans. And she was not sure how to handle that. Especially since my mother tends to wait outside the bathroom when my fighters girlfriend takes a shower. She has heard her scratch at the door trying to get her attention. So she tends to sit and wait until she hears my mother walk to the other room and then runs back to the bedroom. 

There seems to be nothing off limits to my mother. But I also must say…my children are very open with me about their “shenanigans ” sometimes to the point of TMI. But if I so much and mention mine and their dads they are done. Too funny. I tend to play on that just to mess with them. And then just laugh…

I am glad I have an open relationship with my children. But they really do not want to have that same type of relationship with their grandmother. It is just very awkward for them. She of course sees nothing wrong with it.

 To be honest we think my mother has a crush on my daughters girlfriend. They way she is always trying to message her and rub her legs and stuff. Kinda creepy. But maybe she is just way too lonely. Whatever her reasons are it really makes those 2 girls uncomfortable to be around her and try to make mad dashes from their room the the bathroom and back. Or dashing straight to the front door to leave. 

I love my mother but she really needs to be given some boundaries. I am sure she is going to start asking for details on how all that works. So I told my daughter to just put in a video and say watch and learn. The. Walk away. Lol Now that is a look on my mothers face I would like to see…but not actually be there for the inquisition of questions about what she was watching. 

Passion

These are a few of the people I work with on a daily basis. We work hard and try to have some fun doing that. I am passionate about making you look great! It is so funny because my kids get frustrated with me. I see them with wrinkled shirts or shorts in desperate need of being pressed and I of course tell them 

“You know I work at a drycleaners and I know some really awesome pressers that can make _____ look so much better.”

They laugh at me and say…these are my raggedy lay around the house _____.  I have no response. Lol

Shirts and blouses should be pressed and collars folded at just that right spot. Golf shirts should have that collar and placket pressed so that you look sharp at that first glance. Sport coats should have those lapels pressed and folded at just the right place for single or double breasted. Ties should be steamed and sides rolling for that nice just bought look. Dresses now those are tricky. The top should be pressed so that it flows gently over you to meet the waistline then flowing down to bring out that femininity. Pants should be pressed with that sharp crease from the pleat to to cuff…and for those that prefer no crease pressed so that the pants run down the leaf and just over the top of the shoe finishing that professional and relaxed business person look.

I just feel that if your clothes look great then you feel great in them. There is that old saying.

“The clothes make the person.”

Well I agree that you feel better when your in some well fitted and well pressed clothes. Unless it is your Saturday vegging out relaxing in your sweatpants day. 

I am also very particular about household items. I like the drape pleats to be pressed and sharp. I like the linen tablecloths and napkins to be bright and crisp. I love those comforters to be fluffy and smooth. 

Wedding Dresses… My favorite and my nemesis… I love wedding dresses and hate them at the same time. I love taking a wedding dress that has been put through the ringer and making it look almost if not new again! But there are those dresses that sometimes make that an impossible task. Silk wedding dresses are the hardest to work on. I am always trying the latest and the greatest for stain removal on silk trying to bring them back to life and sometimes it just cannot be done….not unless you are willing to pay a very high price to have each little inch to me carefully cleaned by methods that take hours to do. And I am talking hundreds to a thousand dollars for the time that would take. Some have paid that price and it took weeks of spare time devoted to a dress to bring it back one inch at a time. I have restored vintage dresses. But to see the smiles on the faces of the owners of those items it just makes me happy to see that joy!!!

When we do alterations on your clothing items I like to make sure that those altered areas are pressed out and lay flat so that it is un-noticeable that any alterations have been done. Better fit better feel. 

Basically I try to ensure that you have the best experience you can with a dry cleaners. 

That being said … We are human and occasionally we can make a mistake. It is how we handle such mistake that makes your experience good or bad. I have made failures in that regard and there is no excuse for me. All I can say is that I learn from those mistakes and hopefully never make the same on twice.

Thank you for reading this and I hope you have an awesome day tomorrow!

PAIN

Pain is hard…

It can destroy you if you let it.

It can harden your heart if you let it.

It can put you into a depression if you let it.

It can turn you to drugs to not feel it if you let it.

It can make you mean if you let it.

It can make you stronger if you let it.

It can make you wiser if you let it.

It can make you better if you let it.

I have endured more pain than a person should have to endure.

I have learned from the pain…

I love more deeply.

Listen more intently.

I am more patient.

I will never be defined by my pain but grow from it.

I am a very determined and strong individual in spite of everything that has tried to tear me down. 

I am and always will be ME!

And if you ever have the pleasure of meeting me…                                                          You will be amazed. 

I AM AWESOME. 

Happy Monday and I hope each of you have an awe inspiring week!

That is one of my inspirations right there. One of my sweet grand daughters. Just a beautiful young lady there!

How I became a strong woman! 

It starts as a young girl. I am not sure if I baca me a tomboy because of my young trama or if I was a tomboy before. I only have a few vivid memories of my young childhood. Most of those are not of the good kind. A funny memory…I was about 4-5 and my mom was sitting in a chair and I had snuck some celery to eat(yes I lived vegetable from a very young age and had them with me at all times in my pocketbook…don’t judge lol) and I started eating it behind her chair and I couldn’t figure out how my mom new I was even back there. Lol

But more on the strength training… 

When I was about 8 I was orally molested by my uncle. I told my mom but I was young and when she didn’t do anything about it I felt like I had done something wrong. I felt alone.

When I was about 9 I was walking home from the park and some guy stopped and was asking me if I knew where someone was and I walked up to the car and told him that I didn’t know anyone by that name and he had his junk out and stroking it…I ran away. 

Growing up being told I can’t do something because I was small and a girl I was always like watch me. I wanted to do everything that would make me be noticed and not in a girly way. I am still this way for the most part. Don’t tell me I can’t or I will.

When I was about 15 I was walking home from GitNGo I was pulled into an alley by a couple of African American males…and was raped. I went home and showered for hours. Got in trouble for using all of the hot water. I did not say anything because I didn’t feel it would do me any good.

When I was 16 I was very very lucky! A young guy was asking for directions and I was giving it to him and he offered me a ride to my street on his way to where he was headed. I got into the vehicle…he didn’t stop at my street as we drove by and I kept telling him to stop…there was a light up ahead and I got so lucky that there were cars in all of the lanes and he had to stop. I made my way out of the car and ran!!!  I got in trouble for forgetting the milk and for getting into the truck. 

I got in trouble a lot for things I really didn’t do. Or I did but had reason that was never heard. Two examples… 1. I didn’t like my boyfriend chewing tobacco so he signed and dated the bottom of a can and gave it to me because he was trying to quit for me. My mom found out from a friend who’s daughter went to school with me that I was chewing tobacco. I brought home the can to show her and she called me a liar and that I was grounded even longer for having someone sign and date the can just before bringing it home.             2. My sister used to bring her boyfriends in the house when the parents were not home and one night I got tired of listening to them doing whatever it was they were doing in there. I left and went over 1 block away and was sitting on the front porch fully clothed when mom got home and came looking for me. My sister denied it and I got grounded. So I was relying on myself a lot. I was anarexic for a while in high school wearing baggy shirts and controlling what went into my body…it was the only control I had. One of my teachers was very instrumental in my recovery. 

When I was 16 almost 17 my mother signed for me to get married. I guess she really did want to get rid of me. Any ways he was very abusive. At one point I tried to commit suicide but it didn’t work and I had to drink this nasty charcoal stuff. I took a mini break and went and visited my grandmother. When I came home I kept trying to call for a ride but the line was busy. I took a cab home and walked in. He had a whore in my bed. I took his wallet paid the cabby and took his keys and bailed. 7 months and back home. With a lot more rules I might add.

On my 18th birthday I was home all day at about 7pm a friend called and asked what I was doing. I said nothing because there was nothing going on at my house no party no nothing. So I went out with my friends. I crashed and found a way to make it home and to work the next morning on time. She called me at work and told me because I was out all night she had to show an example to the rest of the kids that it would not be tolerated … I had 2 days to get my shit and move out. She had it packed for me and sitting at the front door. I slept on park benches and with friends. My boyfriend knew this older gentleman that needed a live in helper so I took that. He was a very sweet guy. I finally got a job as a nurses aid at nursing home and was helping the older guy after my shift. Until one day the police showed up at my job. I was being accused of stealing from the older gentleman. My boyfriend had set me up. So I was out on the street again. After a few days a friend at work let me stay with her. On one of those days where she had to work and I was at home with her children her ex husband was also there hanging out. Nothing happened but she came home and her brain got the better of her. Back out again….but he offered to let me stay with him. Before long that was well….he expected other forms of payment. I had no where to go. 

My dad with I really had t had a relationship offered to let me stay there but of course rules applied. I don’t mind rules but I do not like being treated like Cinderella. I lived there with my dad his wife, my 1/2 brother and 2 step brothers. I was to do all the laundry and the dishes and get dinner started and clean the house. I needed a job but had no car to get a job. My dad had a 72 mustang out back that needed a motor. He said it was mine. I could have it I just needed to get a job and put a motor in it. My step sister took me to put in applications. She was my only way out of that house. My step mom got onto me for not doing things right. She just didn’t seem to like me. And by the end the feeling was mutual. I get that I was there rent free but I am no ones slave girl. Those boys had no chores what so ever because I was there to do it all. So I left and went to stay with my sister.

Well now that is not the best of ideas. You see I dated her husband before she started dating him and got married. He wanted to stay up and hang out with me and she didn’t like that so back to my moms again with lots more rules. Mind you I am not even 19 yet so all of this is happening over about 6-9 months. 

So I find a guy and get married again right after I turn 19. He is from Michigan. I am thinking fresh new start. Happy and all is good. His grandmother in grand lake loved me and she was very sweet. When we made it to his mothers house. She took one long up and down look at me looked at him and said how dare you bring white trash into my home. Needless to say we did not get along. His dad was great! This husband was also abusive. Physically and emotionally. He let his mom talk to me however she wanted and never stood up for me even after our daughter was born. At some point I gave him an ultimatum you touch me one more time in anger and we are done. And of course he did…no another one bites the dust. 

I was back in Missouri at this point with 2 children. I started seeing a guy I met in Michigan. And he would fly me and the kids up there every 6-8 weeks. My daughter would see her grandparents and I would stay with him. After about a year of this I begged him not to send me back to Missouri. I needed to be there with him. He sent me back and I felt totally rejected and alone. I fell into a depression and started up with my neighbor. When my Michigan man came for me I wanted to go with him. I was dying inside because my neighbor had my two children in his place and threatened to kill them and the Michigan guy if he came to the door. So I told him I didn’t want to be with him any more and to go back to Michigan. He said he would be at a hotel for a few days if I changed my mind. All I could think about was how to grab the kids and get there. But I wasn’t allowed to make a move. I felt so bad. But I made my choices. And I paid the price and he deserved to be able to move on and be happy. 

So now I am with psycho and that would be 5 years of torture. The only good that came out of that was my baby boy. This man was abusive physically mentally and emotionally. He was bipolar with paranoid schizophrenia. When he was medicated he was fine but he missed those highs but I did not miss those lies that follow. This man accused me of cheating with every guy I came a crossed. Come to find out he was the one cheating. He threatened my life and my holders lives. He cost me the life of a child I was pregnant with before my baby. I thought I was free of him a few times and his mother would bring him back and leave him on my doorstep. “He is crying for you and he loves you make it work!” I gave and I gave and it just wasn’t going to work. I finally summoned up the courage to leave and file a restraining order. He ended up finding me and he came to see his son… He raped me in the bathroom but the kids were right outside and even though I was telling him no I wasn’t screaming or making a big scene but I meant no. I moved and was never alone with him again. So another one gone.

What is wrong with me that no man truly loves me! Why am I not good enough to be loyal to? I gave everything of myself and I mean everything. It was exhausting! I am a people pleaser I don’t like people to be upset with me. I was truly down to absolutely no esteem left. I wondered why I was even born. My mom didn’t want me she signed me away as soon as she could. The men set me up for stealing, raped, molested and cheated on me. What was wrong with me?????

I was wrong with me. I wasn’t demanding the respect I deserved. I was being walked on by everyone around me family included. I was determined that no other man would ever do me that way again. I put everything I had into my career. I did not want to ever depend on a man again for anything. When I started seeing the man that would become my next husband I told him up front. I am a bitch…my family is crazy, loud and dysfunctional….I have 3 kids and my career means everything to me. I let him know up front what he was getting into so he could back out before anything started.

Through it all I got back up and tried again and in the end was not defined by someone else but by my perseverance to keep moving forward. My kids needed their mom and a good role model. I am still working hard and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Although my kids are now adults and out on their own now. 

Just don’t give up on yourself when everyone else has. You have something to give whether you know what it is yet or not. You are special!!! 

Workaholic 

I am (admittedly) a workaholic. I do love my job and there never seems to be enough hours in the day. You see I manage a dry cleaners. Now the first half off my day consists of getting the items due that day cleaned, pressed, inspected, bagged and put into place. Now while I am trying to make sure that is all happening with a nice flow I get interrupted… Not always a bad thing but can get a little like this…

I am bagging an order of say 12 pieces… Which takes 3 to 4 bags normally…I get one group bagged I have a phone call…while on that call I have 2 to 3 employees asking me questions…after the call is over I have a customer wanting to talk to me in the lobby…done with customer and an employee needs me to come and look at their press something isn’t right…done with that the owner wants to ask me a question in the office…I am coming down from there and the Libby is full of customers so I help get them waited on and on their way…done and come back to start bagging again to find that for the past hour no one else has bagged one item. So joe the bagging line is much much longer. 

Now not everyday is like this but more often than not I get pulled in 5 different directions at the same time. I love the challenge but I do have to gather my thoughts sometimes. Which is hard because even if I run to the bathroom real quick it never fails that as soon as I get in there I hear…” Kim, are you in there? You have a customer in the lobby waiting for you.” Lol

Now for the last part of my day is where I do all the little things that the customers pay extra for me to do personally. Yes, I am good at what I do…but if my dry cleaner was more customer friendly and patient he could do some of it and at times I have given items to him with specific details as to how I wanted them done for him to do it his way anyways. He is good at what he does. His patients isn’t always there for spotting in items. We both read care labels and sometimes you cannot go by the care label. And I won’t go by the care label if I know that there is a chance that something attached to the item could be damaged by the process. I will use an alternate process. If I feel any process will harm the item I will make a call to the customer and discuss the different processes and let them make the call they would like for me to do. 

Now I get to work at about 6:30 am and most of the time I don’t get out until at least 7:00 pm at the earliest. I am trying to train others in what I do and show them the exact reason as to how I decide on the process to take with each item.  This is an art. And I am great at it. But I also make mistakes like every one. I have gotten rushed and made rash decisions that cost me in the end. But my record is far better because I take the time needed on every piece I touch. Most items are easy and you can make a split decision on them but when they have anything attached either by glue or sewing makes an item much more difficult to clean properly. And care labels will often say excluding embellishments  (Which really cannot be removed) or they are mislabeled completely. Leaving the dry cleaner the one to blame for any errors made. 

I care so much about retaining and making our thousands of customers happy I get lost in time in the afternoon trying to get everything done that I have on my plate. 

Now I love my family very much! I work hard to make the money needed to provide for my family! And I am working on a way to leave work earlier so I can spend more time with them. 

Crazy mom and grandmother

Yep that’s mine and a lot of other family’s. So lets get the show on the road with stories of the kind of some crazy things that mine are capable of.

My mother (bless her heart) is a little on the crazy side. She was an RN. My daughter is currently living with her with her 3 daughters and her girlfriend visits on the days she doesn’t work. It is a long distance relationship right now. Anyways my daughter is getting on her feet and staying with my mother and my mother has been asking a lot of questions about girl on girl intimacy and what that was all about. My married mother was getting into conversations with my daughter and her grand daughter about sex… and my daughter really doesn’t want to discuss sex with her grandmother. But she insists on the convos. My mother even goes into conversations with her girlfriend about this stuff. She gets uncomfortable with it too. My mother just met this girl about a month ago. But nothing is off limits for my mother. So my daughter is in the medical field as an aide. Her girlfriend is also in the medical field. Now mind you that nothing is off limits for my mother…heck she dropped her drawers (pants) for the UPS guy to show him the bruises on her legs…has asked my daughter to do things that yes aides and medical people do. But most people do not want to do these types of things to their able walking grandmother. My mother never texted and my daughter got a text actually several texts begging for help from my mother and when you get the text help from an older person that has fallen before that seem desperate and then doesn’t answer their phone you go to them. She pulls up and my mother is standing in the window of the kitchen sink rinsing off dishes. My daughter was thinking WTF. But went in to see what was going on. She was saying she was impacted and needed an enema… yes an enema. My daughter told her no but my mother grabbed her arm and begged her saying she was very ill and had to have one… to that happened…but that wasn’t enough… she then asked after that and nothing came of it to check her for an impaction.   And I am not kidding about that. An impaction is where you cannot go number 2 for too long. Anyways my daughter once again said no…but once again my mother begged like she wouldn’t live if my daughter did not do this… so of course my daughter obliged. But in the process my daughter tells her there is nothing impacted and my mother replies go deeper…LMAO…sorry but I cracked up laughing when my daughter told me this. She told my mother she could not go any deeper and that she was done. She left and that was it. It is sad that I had to have a conversation with my mother about the boundaries that she should have with her grand daughter. And with that she still didn’t get why but agreed to not cross that boundary again. So now she is asking her girlfriend. lol

That is just one example of my mothers antics. She doesn’t even know or realize what she is saying or doing. She is on so many medications that half the time she doesn’t even stay awake for a visit. She gets lucid for the doctors so they do not understand what we are saying when we try to tell them she is not herself 90% of the day. She has gotten a little better since her husband retired last October. But he still isn’t around as much as she would like. So it is starting to get worse again until my daughter moved in… there is no privacy in that house. My mother will go back at all times of the night and knock on their door until someone answers and then is like were you trying to sleep…I am sorry and would then continue to talk and talk and talk…I get she is lonely but her neediness makes everyone sneak out and everyone avoid coming over. Then she gets upset about that. And I have much much more. .. just stay tuned.

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i have all of the above…lol

crazy family with lots of issues

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maybe I should just put it all out there and see where this goes. lol

I can do that easily. I am sure it could upset some but what the heck.

Stay tuned and I will dish it my daily drama and see if it sparks your interest. Family work and fun. Full of my drama. I wouldn’t make this shit up if I could. Everything I post is true and scary so please watch and see where my life goes next.