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My little dog is Sadie…. She has a cashew addiction. She is sooo special. We have this game we play where I toss a cashew out in the room, then while she is retrieving it I put another one of the top of the couch back. She never sees me put it there, but now when I throw the cashew out in the room she gobbles it and makes a beeline for the couch beside me and snags the second cashew. She always turns away from me as she goes back down on all fours on the couch cushion beside me… that’s when I slip the 3rd cashew onto the back of the couch cushion…. sometimes… it trips me out because she got this 3rd habit of finishing the second and going right back for the 3rd. Then… I quit putting the 3rd up there until she quits looking for it… then she gets down off the couch afer the second and I have slipped the 3rd up there… and I simply look toward the back of the couch and she zips back up and it’s there!!!!! (what can I say, small things amuse small minds, mine and my dogs)

trying to be helpful. I appreciate it.

A group of elder people have let me visit with them and ask for whatever topic I would like to discuss… and then they give me their best thoughts….... This has been such a kindness to me…. This morning I asked about judgmentalism, as I experience it and as I witness it in other people. Why do I think judgmentalism in myself is normal and justified while what I see from others is appalling? The answers were really eye-opening.
(A code of Love and Tolerance is an absolutely key element to serenity.)
(Summary: my serenity is inversely proportional to my expectations)

I sprained my ankle yesterday and as I was trying to enter a building today on crutches, a girl walking behind me sped up and opened the door for me. Being my overbearingly nice self, I tried to hold the door open for the girl and her friend. The girl laughed and walked through, but her friend refused and held it open for me. “What do I look like goin’ through the door with you on crutches holdin’ it for me?!?” Hahaha.

My ex is flying here to help me drive the 1,000 miles back to Orlando.

My boyfriends sister needed help getting her brake pads put on this weekend and she live an hr away from us so we drove there yesterday to help her. She is a single mother with the smartest most adorable 8 year old son! She is also in the army reserves shes struggling pretty bad and has always helped us out when we need any thing she would show up with boxes of food and has taken care of Jesse and Joey when they were little Jesse tells me.
My boyfriend ended up buying her brake pads, rotors, installed them, took us all to the movies, and bought her about $200.00 worth of food from costco. When he left he was kicking him self for forgetting to fill up her gas tank.

I love him!

I love it when people hold the door open for other people. I always do it and I dont understand how someone can walk in to a place knowing someone is behind you and let the door slam on their face.
I love seeing when people go outta their way to hold their hand out for someone else. I will try to do this any chance i get.

This little blond boy with a bowl haircut was stomping around my Starbucks tonight, pretending to be a T-rex. Gnashing his teeth, making the little curled arm movements…so precious.

I had to call and leave him a voicemail the other day because I was moved by something…

At the mall I work in, the Easter Bunny’s setup is at one end of the food court. Behind the area where they have his chair, and the frippery and ribbons and fake grass, there is a long curved wall around waist high, with maybe ten big flowerpots perched atop it. Behind that wall is where the food court’s tables and chairs begin. I was seated there, and noticed that from my vantage point, I could peek between the flower pots and watch the people having Easter portraits made. I couldn’t see the kids, but I could see their parents’ glowing faces as they watched the kids in their finery being entertained by those patient photographers. So much love displayed there in unguarded moments, public but so private, those smiles. I wanted to take pictures of the parents but didn’t want to look like a weirdo.

On my way in, I saw a thermos in the parking lot. I thought ‘What a shame, someone has forgotten their thermos.’ and kept walking.

Inside, a stranger saw me struggling to get something from a high shelf and offered to get it down for me. :) He didn’t work there, was just being a gentleman.

Back outside, saw that someone had moved the thermos to a spot where it wouldn’t get crushed by a car. Not likely that the owner is going to come back for it, but still…pretty cool that they bothered to do that. Why didn’t I think to?