Happiness Is

Happiness is… Chili in the crock pot (Amazing) Gluten free cookies cooling in the kitchen Grocery shopping done Lunches packed for tomorrow My fiancé home A weekend full of family and friends Modern family on the TV My friend and best friend’s husband home from Afghanistan (pics to come) Pretty fantastic Sunday if you ask…

Deprived

I keep telling myself that day 2 of no caffeine really isn’t that bad. In fact, I barely notice it!  Then I remember that I am a terrible liar. Today’s lunch break I spent sprawled out in the backseat of my car, passed out, drooling on a canvas grocery bag that served as a pillow.…

The Decision to Lie

One of the reasons I enjoy my part-time waitressing gig so much is because I get to talk to strangers all night. For the most part, I truly love hearing about the lives of so many different types of people. It is amazing what you can learn about a person in between serving him tomato…

I Don’t Care What You Eat or Why You’re Eating It

My Facebook news feed has been completely overrun by the name “Chick-fil-A.” Today has officially become known as “Chik-fil-A-Day” and this has only added to the diarrhea of the mouth (or keyboard) that people seem to be spewing all over the internet, and my precious news feed. I have seen some people post multiple paragraphs…

The Real Dr. Evil

Seeing a new doctor can be exciting. It creates a sense of hope in someone who has been struggling with a continued medical problem, it makes you think “maybe this guy will be different, maybe he can help me.” That was my exact attitude as I pulled into the parking lot of a new allergist…

5 Days Gluten and Steroid Free

My quest for both clear and steroid free skin has never been successful. In the life of an eczema sufferer, these two are contradictions. As you may have read in an earlier post, I decided to go gluten free as a desperate measure to heal my scarred and hurting skin.  I took a picture of…

The Allergy Customer

For me, the hardest part about waitressing is the wind down after a shift. After a 15-hour workday I would love to come home, shower, and pass out immediately. My body is begging for sleep, but my brain is still scrambling for a pen, memorizing orders, fighting with chefs, and sucking up to guests. I…