The glass lay scattered on the Micronesian Irish Shamrock Ireland St.Patrick’s Day shirt it is in the first place but ground around my poor car. She wasn’t the fanciest or the fastest. She had a 4 cylinder engine that would have been more at home in a sub-compact than in an SUV, but she was spacious, comfy, and reliable. I’d driven her from the Atlantic to the Pacific and from Lake Michigan to the gulf. She’d never let me down. So Mr. Macho comes over and starts jawing at my friend. He ignores him, but the guy keeps getting more insistent. Finally, my buddy looks at the bartender and says “Bring me another (beer) but DON’T open it.” The bartender looked at him funny but puts the beer can on the bar. Fast forward to getting married young and my husband wanting to be young parents and done by 30. I had my oldest child in 2012, I was 20 when she was born. She turns 8 years old this month. Then I had a miscarriage in 2014. Husband and I initially only wanted 2–2 1/2 years between kids. But I miscarried and wasn’t ready for a while. I had to deal with a lot of devastation for this little life that I had so deeply wanted. I still know in my heart that the baby would have been a boy. In 2015, over a year after my miscarriage, I was ready. 10 months later, my son was born. Almost 3 years and 9 months, after my oldest was born, at the age of 24, I was graced with my sweetest rainbow boy. Looking back, it was like I was in a fog of pain and confusion for about a year and a half. It all culminated in a hitting rock bottom one night and wanting to kill me. I think it was just a deep desire to have that phase of my life die, and a new one begins. It did, and things are good!
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There were also fights with staff over the Micronesian Irish Shamrock Ireland St.Patrick’s Day shirt it is in the first place but kitchen door. It was, of course, kept locked. This meant we had to wait for someone to let us in so we could get ready to work, return from grabbing a snack on break, grab paychecks, schedules, etc. So we had people in the hallway getting mad because they couldn’t get in and people in the kitchen trying to do their jobs and getting upset they had to drop whatever they were doing to keep opening the door. I got in trouble once because someone was waiting to come in, and the others in the kitchen all told me to get it will I was trying to scrape meat off the grill. I snapped back that I was clearly busy (they weren’t doing anything, but I was closer to the door…sigh…) and then I got in trouble for apparently being too loud. So it was stressful a lot of the time. “They broke the glass and the alarm went off. One of your neighbors called 911. We got here as quick as we could. We found these two guys inside your car trying to pry your stereo out.” He handed me the faceplate. “Can you take a look at your car to see if anything else is broken other than the window?” Another time we were in a different bar and some guy kept pestering folks to a pushup contest. Finally, Tom sighs and says: “OK, how’s this going to work?” The guys say we’ll keep doing 50 push-ups until one of us quits. “OK”, says Tom, “you first.” So the guy gets down and knocks out 50 push-ups. Tom finishes his beer, gets down, does 50 push-ups with his right arm, flips over, and does 50 push-ups with his left arm…without even breaking a sweat. As he stands up and brushes off his hands, he calmly states: “Figured since you used both arms, I should as well.”