Timid-Waitress

As I may have mentioned before, my favorite teacher has recently been diagnosed with breast cancer. Just knowing her is a privilege; having her as a Literature teacher and a friend is an honor. She's started a blog to help those who have been diagnosed, those whose family or friends have been diagnosed, or anyone whose life has been touched by breast cancer. Just so they know they are not alone. Here is the link to her blog: http://susansbooby.blogspot.com/ Please copy and paste the link/journal into your journal and help this circulate. Mrs. Cox is an amazing, brilliant and determined woman, and truthfully, people need to hear what she has

(( i never told you guys this but w/e my first names are Natalie Elaine, Natalie after my mother's grandmother, who was a very mean, snarky old Mexican woman with a ridiculously lowtolerance for bullshit, and Elaine after her daughter, Eileen. Eileen was a precious sweetheart; four foot eleven, light brown hair and tan skin, never stopped smiling. the woman didn't have a mean bone in her body. she always wore hats and big round glasses, and loved meeting new people. when Eileen was almost thirty-six, she was driving along the road when she saw a boy crying on the sidewalk. she pulled over to see what was wrong- apparently the boy had lost hi

(( cause LOL NO SCREEN TIME LATELY EILEEN IS PISSED )) The vertically challenged brunette grunted as she struggled to balance everything on her tray with her right hand, and gave a forced smile to her cutomers as she set their food and cofee out. She just had to go and break her arm, didn't she? Being a big sucker for kids and their gosh darn cats getting stuck up in a stupid tree. Oh, she'd gotten the cat down alright, but not after a nice little fall to the ground and a loud crack emitting from her arm. And now she was stuck with this light blue cast on her dominant hand and forearm. She cringed, leaning against the counter as you entered