10 years after 1999

i count. i count drinks of water in the middle of the night. i count to 4 when i cannot sleep. i count my lucky stars.
i count decades, faces, names, silverware, straws, and love.
i count myself amongst the lucky ones.
1 time gianna sleep over.
1 time i gave a son to the world.
1 time i gloried in a little girl.
i time i was beloved..safe, warm and
you know, gloried in.
my name is susan lorraine.
i am the daughter or irv and ruth
hold my hand, go around the corner with me
lets see.............what happens next.
maybe i will find moony moony boy after all.

after the day harry kalas was laid to rest

`sjdinergrrl has this news update from southjersey, yo!
yesterday was a nice day, i wouldn't know because i was behind the counter.
i know its gonna blow weatherly speaking, during my 3 days off.

sjdinergrrl hates florida, but maybe i should relocate.after all, adaptation count
horatio cain is wrong.

sjdinergrrl was very proud of the Phil's for the sendoff that gave HK.

sjdinergrrl says "we're in the basement, learning to print, all of it hot,all counterfeit bills..................we;re int the basement

RIP' Harry Callas

The voice of The Phillies left the world today. His voice was the heart and soul of every Phil's game. An old school gentleman, a loyal fan, an astute intelligent man. So glad I heard him call that last play in October 2008. I am watching the game now, hoping maybe, our boys can do it again next October.
30 years his voice called the plays, nuanced, subtle, excited, disappointed. A soundtrack and distinct sound--and its outta here!
Thanks Harry, for everything, for coloring my childhood summers, for the way my father listened to you, and finally, a perfect finish.
and he's outta here!

witch came first, the egg or easter?

or the witch? every holiday was stolen from the pagans. in western culture anyway. eggs, eggs, eggs, no fish on fridays, fish on fridays, celibate priests sublimating desire,ruined lives, cultures at war, no pork, mass in latin, diners crowded with patrons eating ham and drinking diet "coke".i never did find that egg.

i am right here

found myself back here, my computer has been glitching. i fond i think, an old friend following my blog, i tried to email u catherine, but had problems. fluxlife i m still here but am having problems with the computer.catherine, if its you, hit my blog and i will get in touch with you.
steve/fluxlife, glad to know u are still reading me.
i admit i have been postin on facebook, not as satisfying as this, but really it has been a depressing winter for me.'the vernal equinox is done, and it has done been a fn winter i am still recovering from it.
cath i know its you.
i am certain there is a reason you found me after all this time.
steve, you were among the first to encourage me to keep blogging.
so, am i correct>si, or no?

its nearly spring, according to

diner girl delux

back on top, despite the struggle to survive, i am. 2 days of rolling in and rolling up, running, carrying, toasting, and once again i have to say it, this kitchen cannot be entered without 1 syrup smear, 3 unfortunate accidents with butter, a head on battle with the mexicans, and a heavy tray. somehow, our business survives. i see new people coming into the diner. oh and the toaster. yes, many unfortunate incidence with the toaster.
so here it is february and i have not been late, sick, or recieved a check mark!
like i care about getting a checkmark at this late date in my so called career. i just want to survive.
smile, make eye contact, get everything right with the table, the order, the kitchen, the "cooks" avoid all personal incidence with other servers, and pick up my jack, tip out, and leave. wait to breathe. wait for warmer weather. wait till i can ride mt bike.