Standing Tall Through Everything











Have I ever mentioned how much I love doughnuts?

Have I mentioned that I have a new job?

(Now I have)

Can I tell you that both of these things come together nicely now?

(No I’m not working at Krispy Kreme)

(Or Dunkin’ Doughnuts)

(Nor Voodoo Doughnuts)

I have a new job but not a new office. Some people call it a promotion but I just call it a new job. Doesn’t a promotion imply that “the powers that be” offered you a job and you accepted? I applied for the position with no input from “the powers that be,” at least until they looked over my resume and offered me the job.

Anyway, to my point……

One of my coworkers always brings doughnuts & coffee to work. I’ve sat in the parking lot checking my email & watched him enter the building with it.

Now if you know about my love affair with doughnuts you know that some days I sat at my workstation wondering where the hell the doughnuts went.

Now that I have my new job I know where the doughnuts went, one of which ALWAYS manages to make a nice home for itself in my stomach.

My love of doughnuts is deep.

Deep enough that I’ve driven almost an hour to get my hands on just one, then walking out the door with a 12.

It’s deep enough that learning a Dunkin’ Doughnuts Chocolate Frosted Doughnut, which happens to be identical to the same doughnut I consumed the previous Saturday, is 230 calories does not deter my love for them.

After all I don’t eat breakfast sandwiches, both Panera & Pizza Hut are quite a distance away, I need to be seriously craving a cinnamon roll to eat one, I don’t eat burgers, I don’t think I’ve ever been to Au Bon Pain, although I do LOVE fries I don’t eat them often, I can’t tell you where a Häagen-Dazs is, and Taco Bell makes me ill.

However I do think I’ll be running around, literally, more often, even though I could use a few more pounds on me.

Besides I do REALLY love doughnuts, almost as much as waffles, but that’s a story for a different day.

So maybe this was just one of my favorite things



Every Sunday, I tell myself that I’m shelling out a dollar for a good cause, but it’s really all about eating a guilt-free doughnut. Because the missions team is raising money for their summer trip to Guatemala. By selling doughnuts. How could I, in good conscious, NOT help? Heh.



YUM! Gosh you just made me majorly hungry.



Ellen says:

Yeah, thanks, now I want a donut too. Max LOOOOOVES donuts. Jelly donuts. I am happy about that, as the kid needs to gain weight!

I loved your comment on my bill of rights! I do think kids need their own. Someday, Max will grow up and hopefully have his own blog, like you.



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