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Friday, October 31, 2008

My Waffle House Memoirs.

Several days ago Linda over at 2nd Cup of Coffee wrote a wonderfuly witty post on the ill suited jobs many of us held in our past. She then challenged us to post about the experiance we commented about. At the time I was deep in the haze of a Nyquil induced fog. I am glad to share with you that my nasty cold is much improved and I am feeling much better.

Sadly I can no longer blame my short term memory loss on the cold medication or my hot flashes on a sudden spike in fever (drat, but I am thankful that I am no longer attempting to cough up a lung for medical research and my brain is back to some semblance of what can be considered normal).

As I thought about how I would describe my time behind the counter at the Waffle House all those years ago, I tried to think of all the experiences I had there and try to really determine why it was such a negative experience for me. The thought of dinning at a Waffle House does not send me running to the therapist but it does however hold some not so fond memories for me.

I suppose you have to factor the immaturity of the teen years in on the mix. The propensity that all teens have to consider themselves to be the axis that the world spins on could possible have played a major role in my distaste for the fact that as a waitress my job description was all about serving someone else, when the world at the time was so obvious all about me.

I do however still have small shudders of revulsion when I think on the huge containers that the dried hash browns came in. They would arrive in these giant paper containers that were gallon sized. The looked like an oversized version of the tiny milk containers we used to drink out of in the school cafeteria. We would have to open up these paper containers and fill up the hash browns with water and let them rehydrate. I am not sure exactly why I found this so revolting but in my teenager-ness there was a major yuck factor going on. Then came this even nastier yellow colored cooking oil that was kept in a container on the grill. When it was time to cook the hash browns a ladle full of the yellow oil would be poured on the grill and the hash brown were settled down on top of this oil and they would then be cooked. I am not sure what was in this oil but I can tell you for a fact that it was not butter. The yellow color did have some impact in producing the brown crispy crust on the hash browns but in my eyes, well it was simply nasty!

I have to be honest, I do not think I have ever eaten Waffle House hash browns.

Now I can absolutely place all your fears aside as to the safety of the food produced there, there were no sneeze muffins or unhealthy practices as we prepared the food. It was clean, at least the one I worked in was. Yet another bone of contention for me was that it was clean. Each day we had to drag the black rubber mats that covered the floor out the back door and give the floors a good mop down. The leftovers and various spills from the day would fall thought the course non skid texture of the mat and we would have to daily lift these mats up and again in my teenage tenderness I was aghast at the substances that were found smashed, ground, puddle, smeared, sticky, smelly etc….. beneath these mats. Are we getting the full visual impact of this substance that was swept out the door and down the drain at the end of the day. Unpleasant was an understatement for my “delicate” adolescence.

I tried to think if there was anything positive that I came away from my experience behind the counter. In fact I do remember a few, again as a teenager I totally loved having some money in my pocket. The joy I felt at being able to purchase things with my own money was heady stuff. Especially since our household was teetering on the brink of poverty with my mothers limited income. I was able to buy the occasional tube of mascara and the life or death accessories that all teenage girls have to have.

The other thing I learned was that a life in the food service was something that I did not want. It was long hours, tired feet and very little thanks, and really not a lot of money.

I do remember one of my fellow waitresses, there was an older woman (she was maybe in her early 20's, but to me that was ancient, and working at the Waffle House was her full time job) I look back now and I think how tired she must have been at the end of the day and how hard she had to work. She probably did not have enough at the end of the week to make ends meet. All I worried about was how to get the cute boy in third period to notice me and she was day in day out balancing plates on her forearm, bussing tables, counting tips, wiping down counters, refilling coffee cups and smiling all the while.

I remember there was one woman that would come in on a regular basis. She always had an unusual request that at the time I never understood. She would order her meal and her coffee and from the very start she would only let me fill her cup up half way. When I would make my regular swing back down the counter to see if anyone needed more coffee or water she would always place her hand over her cup and ask “Just half a cup please!” I did not get it, I thought she was just being difficult or silly.

It was not until much later in life, and became a coffee drinker myself that I understood, or could possible offer up an explanation. I know when my coffee gets down to about half a cup it no longer is as hot or flavorful as when it is first poured. I can only speculate that she like to drink her coffee while it was hot so she could savor the experience. But in my self-absorbed world I simply thought she was a persnickety old woman.

The other thing I remember about the experience was the juke box. Yes we had one in the corner and it was filled with old country and western classics. The Waffle House was just off the inter-state in Conyers GA and was frequented my truckers. Can you picture that in your mind. The only teenage appropriate music on the juke box were two songs by Paul McCartney. When I could not stand the country twang any longer I would sacrifice some of my tip money to play a few minutes of some semblance of what could be considered Rock and Roll.

Some random images that come to mind are cutting the pies and placing them on the little white plates and covering them with plastic wrap, the line cook from time to time looked a bit greasy and quite often was in need of a shower, one of the night manger tried to hit on me one time and that totally freaked me out, I remember that every once in a while one of my gal pals would come in and there check would mysterious disappear ( this was long before the concept of WWJD would enter my life), I remember pouring the waffle batter in the waffle iron and closing the lid and watching the steam rise, if you accidently added to much batter it would spill over the side like a lava flow and drip down the outside of the waffle iron and out on to the counter. Yet another nasty spill that needed to be cleaned up.

I worked there for a summer and then moved on when the modern world came to the small town of Conyers. The next summer we were all excited about the new shopping center that had been built. There was a new movie theater as well as a Wendy’s. We waited with great anticipation for them to open their doors. My best friend and I went together to put in our application and as luck would have we were hired together on that very day.

I traded in my Waffle House apron for a blue stripped Wendy’s smock.

Regretfully my career in food service was short lived. I can’t remember how long I worked at Wendy’s but I was eventually fired from that job. YES fired! Oh the humiliation!!!!!
I think even then that the Good Lord was trying to impress upon me the importance of obedience, which I totally did not get.

I have to look back and chuckle. I remember being so upset over being fired, the indignity of it all. Now I can see the experience for what it truly is. A very small bump in the grand scheme of life.

So now you have it!

My Waffle House Memoirs.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

A Prompting

Edit: (Wednesday Morning 10-29)
As I was composing this past last night, I was trying to locate a specific scripture. A friend and I were talking about the circumstances of the comfort I had received and then the comfort I was able to give in return. She mentioned the scripture and then due to my short term memory loss I could not find it last night. This morning God supplied it through one of the comments I received.

God is faithful to provide in all things!!!!!!

2CO 1:3 -4
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, 4 who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.

Sometimes I get a glimpse of how things are supposed to work. When I get these glimmers of the plan and then things fall into place I have to shake my head and at how simple it all really is.

When I see evidence of the faithful and obedient servants who go about their day doing there ordinary things and then something happens.

A prompting.

It could just end there, but it doesn’t.

I don’t know about you but in those moments when I receive a prompting I can either choose to be obedient or I can choose to go about my day doing what I want to do. I think that is true for most of us. I think of all the times in my faith walk where I was either to immature in my faith to be able to understand that I was being prompted or I have to confess that there have been many times when I felt the prompting and allowed my fear, my lack of faith or simply being to busy to hinder my actions

From a prompting, from someone’s willing obedience God works.

You see I received comfort today from an unexpected place. In fact because it was so unexpected, well that just added to the uniqueness of the blessing.

All morning long I pondered on how amazing God is in knowing exactly when things need to happen and how best to place blessing in our lives.

As I was leaving the office this afternoon I in turn had an opportunity to respond to my own promptings. I could have just walked out of the office, I had stuff to do, things to take care of but my time was simply that, my time.

God gently spoke to me and said….. you have time.

I responded to this prompting and was able to give comfort, support, love, a listening ear, a hug, prayer and an opportunity to share my faith with someone else.

As I walked to my car an hour later I saw so very clearly how things fall into place if you will allow God to guide you.

This morning someone I do not even know was obedient and responded to me out of a desire to share and give comfort.

In the span of five hours I was offered up an opportunity to give that same comfort and compassion that had been freely offered to me to someone else.

It was like the precise inner working of a fine time piece. The perfect timing God has when we are willing to just simply be obedient to His plan.

I offer up this opportunity for you to either share an experience of being prompted to respond to a call from God or to share an experience where you received comfort from someone else’s promptings.

I pray that you will be blessed with open ears and an open spirit so you may hear the gentle whisper of God.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Fall into Flavor

This is a great quick breakfast favorite! It is warm and sticky and yummy!

Pull-a-part's or more commonly called Monkey Bread (No, I don't know why)

1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1/2 cup butter
1 cup sugar
2 or 3 tbls cinnamon
3 cans biscuits
preheat oven to 350

Mix cinnamon and sugar.

Quarter biscuits with knife or scissors and toss in cinnamon sugar until evenly coated.

Layer biscuit pieces in bunt pan or spring form pan
(raisins or nuts can be added to the biscuits if desired)

Melt butter and brown sugar over low heat until devolved
add the remainder of the cinnamon sugar to mixture if there is any left.

You may need to add a little more butter. More butter is always good!

Pour mixture over the biscuits and bake in oven for 30 minutes

Invert and let cool on serving plate

For bigger bunt pan use 4 cans of biscuits and 2/3 cup brown sugar and 3/4 cups butter

Paula Dean has a ramped up version of this called Gorilla Bread

1/2 cup granulated sugar
3 teaspoons cinnamon
1/2 cup (1 stick) butter
1 cup packed brown sugar
1 (8-ounce) package cream cheese
2 (12-ounce) cans refrigerated biscuits (10 count)
1 1/2 cups coarsely chopped walnuts
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.
Spray a bundt pan with nonstick cooking spray.

Mix the granulated sugar and cinnamon.

In a saucepan, melt the butter and brown sugar over low heat, stirring well; set aside.

Cut the cream cheese into 20 equal cubes.

Press the biscuits out with your fingers and sprinkle each with 1/2 teaspoon of cinnamon sugar.

Place a cube of cream cheese in the center of each biscuit, wrapping and sealing the dough around the cream cheese.

Sprinkle 1/2 cup of the nuts into the bottom of the bundt pan.

Place half of the prepared biscuits in the pan.

Sprinkle with cinnamon sugar, pour half of the melted butter mixture over the biscuits, and sprinkle on 1/2 cup of nuts.

Layer the remaining biscuits on top, sprinkle with the remaining cinnamon sugar, pour the remaining butter mixture over the biscuits, and sprinkle with the remaining 1/2 cup of nuts.

Bake for 30 minutes.

Remove from the oven and cool for 5 minutes. Place a plate on top and invert.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Coffee Date, Worshp and a really good nap!

Is there anything better than Sunday?

The hubby and I are between Sunday school classes now. We had been visiting with a class over the past few weeks for a history of Methodism class that my husband was interested in attending.

This morning however, we played hooky. We dropped off our daughter at Sunday school and went for coffee. We drove to a local coffee shop/bakery and had a Morning Coffee Date. We sat and leisurely drank our coffee (I splurged and had real half and half in my coffee a huge treat!) as I savored the cinnamon crunch bagel (OMGosh it was too good!!!!!) toasted to perfection.

We talked and enjoyed each others company.

We took the morning off to just be a husband and wife.

We pondered together over our rebellious son and I listened to my husband as he shed tears over the remembering of his brother, we held hands and sipped our coffee, talked about the upcoming holidays and relaxed.

We made it back to church for the 9:30 worship service having decided which class we would visit next week.

We worshiped together and watched the cherub choir sing, if you can call it that. The quiet whispered song sang in-between fidgeting bodies and waves to mom and dad in the audience. It made me remember my days of having very little children, but secretly thankful that my daughter is now thirteen and my days of toddles and trips to the potty, runny noises and sticky fingers are over!

After church we leisurely linger talking to friends and catching up on the week past. I bought a cook book from the Joy Class. They are the saints of our church, the cornerstone, the foundation and the crowns of wisdom that we all lean of for their years of experience. I paged though all the recipes one after the other in anticipation of future tasty dinners and rich comforting deserts.
At home after church I changed my cloths and curled up on the sofa wrapped up in my favorite blanket and drifted off into a blissful slumber.

Nothing to do.

Nowhere to go.

Nothing to clean or cook, only rest relaxation.

I wake completely rested and stretched and realized that if I wished I could roll back over and go back to sleep if I wanted to.

I did’nt.

I caught up on my bible study, ate some lunch.

I powered up the laptop and spent the next few moment visiting all of you.

The day is winding down now and the only mandatory activity of dropping my daughter off at the Sunday evening youth activities having been completed I look forward to a dinner of leftovers (I don’t cook on Sundays) and watching the food network.

All in all it was a really good day and I wanted to share it with all of you.

What are your Sundays like?

Praise God for an amazing Sunday!

This is the day that the Lord has made let us be glad and rejoice in it!

Friday, October 24, 2008

A sway in perception.

I was listening to the radio as I drove to my accountability group meeting. I don’t even remember what the commercial was about but a small play on words jumped out at me.

“We drive on parkways and park in driveways.”

This seemingly simple oxymoron is indicative of how amazingly squed things have become. We no longer as a society even see the incongruent, because we drive on parkways and park in driveways. Black has become white, wrong has become right, Christian values are now politically incorrect.

Marriage is no longer till death do us part and our income is disposable, we want things in high definition or high speed and we tap our feet in frustration when things take a millisecond longer that expected.

As I thought about this sway in perception I have to shake my head and recognize that I still have the power to see past the incongruent and to say very simply NO!

We have the unswayable plumb line, God’s Holy Word. We can hold the incongruent up against the righteousness of pure truth and see the contrast between what is right and what is wrong.

But then what happens next?

It happens every day. The line shifts and what used to be unacceptable is now one step closer to being acceptable. We see it on television, the movies we watch and then it becomes more normal.

I have to remember to keep my eye on the plumb line, I also have to be willing to make a statement with my dollars and my remote as to what I will and will not support.

So here is the thing. It’s easy for me to not support certain products, Glade Scented candles for instance. It bothers me that the premise for their current round of commercials starts with a woman lying to her friends. It may seem like a non issue, but when a mainstream advertising company thinks that it is perfectly acceptable to promote their products with deception, that kinda bugs me! But in the grand scheme of things, not buying a glade scented candle does not impact my life in any real way, except for maybe saving me a few extra pennies.

A dear friend of mine has a saying, ‘When the rubber meets the road!” well I am having a rubber meets the road kind of experience. One of my favorites shows, Grey’s Anatomy is now launching a story line with two women openly exploring a romantic lesbian relationship. I know what I should do, but what I want to do is not what I should do.

Paul’s words ring in my ears….

RO 7:14 We know that the law is spiritual; but I am unspiritual, sold as a slave to sin. 15 I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. 16 And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. 17 As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. 18 I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. 19 For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do--this I keep on doing. 20 Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.

The world presses in hard around us.

We have to make choices every day!

I pray for the strength to make the correct choice and kneel humbly when I falter and seek forgiveness.

We have to keep a clear line of sight with the eternal plumb line.

It makes me sad, mad and tired!

I don’t like it when the world puts the cart before the horse.

So where does your rubber meet the road?

Monday, October 13, 2008

God's sence of humor .........or maybe I'm just not thinking clearly

Between naps and bouts of trying to hack up a lung I managed to get in a bit of study time.

God has an amazing sense of humor as well as timing.

As I sat swaddled in my favorite blankie sipping my hot tea and nursing my nasty cold I began to delve into the multiple accounts of Jesus healing the multitudes. They came to him one after the other the blind, deaf, lame, diseased and demon possessed. He never once turned any on away.

As my head swims though the haze of congestion and other unmentionable (not to mention nasty) bodily fluids I have to attempt to chuckle without busting out into yet another cough fit.

I can also give another huge praise for how great my God is. As is sit wrapped in my blanket and bathrobe with my head feeling like it is floating somewhere above my neck surrounded by discarded wads of used Kleenex and empty packets of alka seltzer plus I weakly wave goodbye to my DH, who had to leave on Sunday for a business trip to Puerto Rico, yes tropical beaches, sunshine, palm trees……

I am trying to remember that I really do love him and that we have had 26 happy years together (hack hack, cough, cough, blow, blow).

Well my sweet DH has just called not only to see how I was feeling but to confirm that it has in fact been raining since he landed and that he has had to spend all his time working.

My heart breaks (hack hack, cough, cough, blow, blow).

I feel better than I did yesterday and I hope I will feel even better tomorrow.

Thank You Jesus for your compassionate healing, alka seltzer plus, Kleenex with lotion, hot tea and toast, a thirteen year old who read me a story an rain in Puerto Rico!

When my head clears I hope to post something that actually makes sense.

(hack hack, cough, cough, blow, blow)

Friday, October 10, 2008

My Teacher

It was Wednesday and my husband was on one of his frequent business trips. Our church had been having Wednesday Night suppers for several years. This has become our Wednesday routine. The food is simple fair but any opportunity for me to take advantage of someone else in the kitchen, I’m all for it!

I was paying for our supper and one of our church staff, and a dear friend as well walked up to me with a smile on her face and asked a simple question,
“ Are you meeting anyone for dinner?”

The truth of the situation was no, I had not told anyone that I would meet them there and I was not going to be waiting on my husband as he was out of town, my answer was simple,


“Would you mind helping us out? You remember…., my new assistant?.....”

She then went on to explain what she wanted me to do.

My friend and staff member had recently hired a new administrative assistant. This beautiful young woman is from Korea. One of the areas she is coordinating is the facilitating of Korean Disciple Bible study class. This class meet on Wednesday evening after our Wednesday night supper program.

It seemed like a very simple request,

“All you need to do is read from the script and carry on a conversation with a Korean person, it will only take about 20 or so minutes”

At first I was a bit apprehensive. I was not at all sure that this was something I even wanted to do. But logic won out. I mean I can speak English and I can read from a simple script, I was there….so I made my way to the table.

I met a very sweet older Korean gentleman Mr. No (thank you Jesus that this name was easy to remember as well as say) we shook hands and sat down.

The instructions were simple enough. We had a short script in front of us. Very basic conversations. Line by line one after the other, I read my line and then Mr. No would read his line. I would strain to listen through his thick Korean accent. I am sure he was straining to decipher mine as well. Occasionally he would run across a word that would puzzle him. I gently point to the word and say it very slowly and explain how to say it correctly. Sometimes Mr. No will pull out his tape recorder and ask me to say the word into the tape recorder. He will under line words in the script with helpful notes for future reference.

We take speaking and reading the English language for granted. I had never given this a second thought. I understand that certain letters are silent, I understand that “c’ is sometimes the “s” sound and sometimes there are letters in words for no apparent reason.

Over the last few weeks this has become our weekly routine. After supper we make our way over to the “English Conversation Table” the scripts are there waiting for us and we sit and read through them. We venture into spontaneous conversation as well. But here is the thing, when people stop off at the table or the pastor comes over to say HI or others just to stop by out of pure curiosity, we smile and explain what we are doing and then Mr. no will announces “My teacher!” as he gesturers to me with a big smile.

I have to tell ya’ll this blows me away! But the truly amazing thing is this. That day, the very first time I sat and held a conversation with Mr. No I was just some strange woman, now I am “My Teacher”.

I have to also share with you that even after my initial apprehension what I realized was this, it was something that I already knew.

God blesses us abundantly, even in the small things. I was feeling ineffective and unappreciated in certain areas of my life. God sent this situation to shower down on me appreciation and effectiveness.

I also have to share that after the trauma of actually hearing myself on video when we all participated in “I see what you are saying!” I had to chuckle at God’s wonderful sense of humor.

It will be truly a miracle if Mr. No comes out of these practice sessions unscarred by my accent.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Fall into Flavor

Linda at 2nd cup of coffee had another great idea Fall into Flavor

Gingerbread Waffles

3 cups all-purpose flour
4 teaspoons baking powder
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
2 teaspoons ground ginger
1/2 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg, (if you do not have fresh you can use ground nutmeg, just use less)
1/2 teaspoon salt
4 large eggs
2/3 cup packed dark brown sugar
1 1/4 cups milk
1/2 cup molasses
1/2 cup (1 stick) melted butter, plus some to butter the iron

Preheat waffles iron.
In a large bowl combine flour, baking powder, cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg and salt.
In a medium bowl, beat eggs and brown sugar until fluffy, then beat in milk, molasses and melted butter.
Stir the wet into dry until just moist.
Do not over stir the waffle batter.
Brush the iron with a little melted butter (you can use cooing spray as well) and cook waffles until brown and crispy.
Serve with toppings of choice.
I like mine with butter and warm apple sauce or warm apple butter, but you can also take some regular pancake syrup and simmer it in a small pan with a cinnamon stick and a few whole cloves while you are cooking your waffles.
Serve with sausage or bacon and orange juice.
This really hits the spot on a chilly Saturday morning or we are huge fans of breakfast for dinner. After a long hard day nothing feels better than a plate of warm spicy crispy waffles.

Also a tip from my grandma, if you will pre-heat your oven to 250 and set your dinner plates in the oven while you are cooking your waffles then serve your waffle on a warm plate with the warm apple sauce or syrup. My grandma would never have served a pancake or a waffle on a cold plate!

The warm plate will keep your waffles nice a warm while you eat.

OMGosh it is too good.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

What a difference!

I just wanted to share the pictures of my latest prayer shawl.

This one went so much faster. The difference in using a larger crochet needle as well as a thicker yarn is so apparent. I worked for several weeks (months really) on the last one ( I used a much smaller needle and the yarn weight was much thinner) Well I started this one on Wednesday evening and I finished it last night.

This shawl was made with "Yarn Bee" Icelandic Jewels, six skeins total, one green, one pail orange, two red two black. This yarn was actually donated, I did not pick the colors but I was surprised when it all came together.
I have begun number five.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Fall Fun

Not to far from where we live is the Elisha Winn House. Every year in October they have a country fair, they have homemade arts and crafts, jewelry, antique books, quilts, silk flowers and baked goods.

They sell funnel cakes and snow cones and coke-a-cola in iced glass bottles. They usually have local talent giving singing performances.

There are an assortment of local folks dressed in period costume in the various surrounding buildings which include a school house, a blacksmith shop and jail.

There are other people who give demonstrations of various artisan crafts such as weaving on a loom, woodworking and demonstrating blacksmithing and throwing of clay pots.

It made for a pleasant hour or so as we walked around and watched the various project underway.

The display on the inside of the house gives you a glimpse into what life must have been like before the world of modern convenience took control.

I stood and watched the woman carefully and methodically push her shuttle back and forth with each threading her tapestry would grow by an infinitesimal amount, yet she continued.

I complain when I can not find any bargains on the clearance rack at Kohl’s, what must it have been like to actually have to make the fabric before you could have a dress to wear, and then you would have to sew the dress by hand by the light of a lantern or fireplace. I’ll take the clearance rack any day!

It was a good day!

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Five things for the afternoon, in no particular order

  1. I think I am suffering from post traumatic stress disorder, the shock of seeing myself and hearing myself was a bit too much reality for me.
  2. The template I chose for my blog was annoying and hard to read so I have changed it. Thoughts about the new template are welcome??? Easy or hard to read?????
  3. I am resisting the urge to delete the video post, but in an effort to be real I will let it remain for all the world to see.
  4. It was fun to see all the different video post, although I have to confess that I did not get to look at all of them, there were so many. Thank you to all who have stopped by for the sweet hellos and thoughtful comments.
  5. I can’t wait for November 1st to roll around so my big old gray haired head will be tucked away in the archives, then maybe the PTSD symptoms will level off and I won’t feel like such an idiot!

Yes or No??????

Do the little scrolly things behind the text in the post bug you????????

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

I see what you're sayng! Oh My Stars do I really sound like that!!!!!!

Check out 2nd Cup of Coffee for more video clips.

In for a penny in for a pound, it is what it is, and way down south in the land of cotton old times there are not forgotten look away look away look away dixie land........yes I do actually sound like that, hard to believe but true. I have to tell you that I am much more comfortable with my keyboard, but putting my mug in front of all of you does give you a face, it may just cause a riot but, my face none the less.

Oh and I hate my neck, my hair......

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