I want to make my culture’s food easily accessible like Chipolte has been, in the form of the first of its kind Spanish chain restaurant. My Spanish food chain restaurant is all about providing quality access to Spanish food like croquettas, Spanish potato omelet, and more. Spanish restaurants are usually stand-alone operations that are owned by one person. Spanish food can be found in the United States if you know where to look because of our greatest strength, our cultural diversity. Spanish food is something popular since there is a paella restaurant in downtown San Jose where I live.
This paella restaurant has a few different recipes, and it would be good if I checked out the competition. More on the paella restaurant idea later, but yes, I want to get into the restaurant business. We would provide Spanish empanada, and to capitalize on my Chilean half, empanadas of all kinds made in a traditional Chilean style. I would try to keep Spanish wines in stock, and since this is a chain, the food would be uniform in style. I’d go out of my way to hire experienced disabled people to work in all my companies.
I wanted to start a lactose free bakery after college but I didn’t have a business plan written for that until the last three years. The churro shop is a way to capitalize off of my cultural heritage, and use it to make money. The lactose free bakery is an idea whose time has come because not everybody has access to lactose free baked goods or for that matter, sugar-free baked goods. This idea would make me plenty of money. I want to work in my own store, making my own money off of my idea.
I would work my way through my AA in film and television given that I make enough money to pay for school on my own. I would start with online classes this Winter quarter, taking an English class to refresh my school units, and business 18. Lactose free buttermilk can be made, as can using lactose free milk. I want to experiment with starting a lactose free bakery in general, since many lactose free people can have butter but not milk. We would have the “this is the only has butter section” and a pure lactose free baked goods section.
I want to have a poetry center at this churro shop, and a way for people to do open mic nights. It will also be a coffee shop. The churro shop would have gluten-free options. The lactose-free bakery is about making sure that lactose-free people have access to baked goods. It would be a chain of bakeries that I would want to establish all over the country in major cities, and a chain of churro shops. This is an idea that requires an angel investor who can be my business partner. As it is, I’m doing my best to make sure that my business ideas get out there.
Munchausen by Proxy is a really dreadful mental state that someone who is never wrong in her head will take on. I’m not going to talk about anybody in specific here, but well, you know who you are. Personal accountability is hard for the addict with Munchausen by Proxy. My family takes no interest in me personally, not my writing, not my projects, not my business plans, and they don’t bother talking to me about my ideas. Munchausen by Proxy is committed by insanely abusive individuals; from what I’ve read. They take advantage of illness. When I was out with my knee injury, I was worried about what the Covefefe would cook up.
There are far more resources available online for those of us who research Munchausen by Proxy, in 2019, as opposed to what Google offered in 2017.
As it stands now, there is nothing wrong with the left side of my rib cage. I’m stiff kneed but there’s nothing wrong with my knee either, because I can bend it under anesthesia. It works just fine when I’m out but my conscious mind is attacked by certain telepaths in my family who keep it stiff. My Reiki healer did say it was the Covefefe.
Sometimes I feel like I can’t ask for sympathy or attention when I’m ill because I’d rather hide out from others, taking care of myself. Yes, the Muncher will not see their behavior as harmful while other people may. I’m in need of hernia surgery eventually. I’m hiding this from the Covefefe because I want to make sure they don’t worry about me. I used my Spanish keyboard on my phone to type up a message to my aunt. I’m hoping to open a dialog with her about more serious situations. My family is full of treatment resistors who do not feel they need massive counseling. Nobody looks out for me when it comes to the Covefefe. This is why I can’t go to Spain right now.
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Type 1-diabetes is perfectly preventable but see, I almost died in a hospital, which is why I’ve stayed out of them since I was 10. I want to start a shoe exhibit featuring all my bad shoes that do not fit me well, and may be dangerous to my knees to use. I haven’t thrown out my shoes yet only because I want to use it in an art exhibit I’d like to show at local galleries. It’d almost be a raise awareness of 22q exhibit. But then again it is also a protest of my lack of extra income to buy shoes, clothing, and socks.
Yes, I’m stuck trying to make my own money but I’m training right now for this one transcription gig I found. I want to be like a friend of mine who works from home generating significant income through online work. I like freelancing since it is my time, my energy, and I don’t have a boss breathing down my neck although I can live with that by now. I feel I died momentarily in the hospital but somehow revived, and the hospital kept this from my mother who was already distraught, although she has a Munchausen by Proxy diagnosis along with her untreated hot mess of personality disorders. May my family get help.
Because of my knee injury I stick to known locations, and I do not go very far. I go as far as San Jose State, I go to the library, I go to the supermarkets around me but I’m avoiding crowds even if I can stay grounded in one now due to much practice walking around San Jose State by myself. I have managed to learn how to put some delusions on ignore. In particular the one I have in which I imagine people slurring me because of my 22q. This one is old, and comes from college. It also comes from my dad slurring me at the doctor’s when I was diagnosed.
I want to volunteer to teach people how to read, but I don’t have the energy. I want to help the homeless but I don’t have the energy. You guys see a theme here? Mr. Hernia is not supposed to take over my life necessarily but I realize I cannot get out of surgery for this one. I have read that a trolley cart is okay to use but not to lift too many heavy things. This screws me over for any heavy working out which I got away with in 2012-2016 where I’d go to yoga often.
I mean I turned into quite the yogi were it not for my silly knee injury. This knee injury was preceded by a knee injury that I got in college I had totally forgotten about because I spent my last semester with a dislocated kneecap. Now that’s better, since my knee is actually bending more now. It was stiff for like a year, from my age of 35-36. I’m now 38. I’m still wandering around with this injury. It forces me to work from home, and take good care of myself while managing my time.
As a freelancer, I’m piecing together my career. Or at least I’m acting like I’m trying because I’m really hell-bent on not commuting because commuting can make me so stressed. These days you can make a great living with online publishing. I just read in my freelance writing book to look into newspapers although this book was published in 2011. I’m working on establishing myself as a freelance writer, which is why I started working for Vocal Media in the first place. It was a happy accident I found Vocal Media to begin with. I have the energy to set up my freelance writing career, but not to volunteer my time.
I’m looking at freelance markets daily since Authors Publish and Freedom With Writing publish stuff all the time. I’m trying to get my work out there on the Internet as much as possible. It started with one article I wrote for Runner Click on running in extreme weather conditions, something I so cannot do right now. I’m stressing over my financial situation, in particular my credit card bill which didn’t go any higher this month due to me not stooping low enough to buy strips short of begging for extra income from the ‘rents.
I’m going to try to make 2020 the best year of my life, knee or no knee. I want to make real money. I’m not at certain points yet like sleeping the whole night, or having perfect diabetes, but that may result from having more income since my biggest paranoia inducer, stressor is not making enough money. I found that one transcription gig I’m working on the training for. I’m working on finding myself a real work from home job as a blogger, not just a ghost blogger. I may even try my hand at writing resumes for a living. But one thing’s for sure, my diabetes educator does tell me it is high time to get a job. So I will.
Because I have a hernia, I have to watch the use of my time, where I go, and the people I hang out with. I have to remind people that my mental health is really fragile. I have no idea whether I can get surgery on my hernia or not. So hence, I’m living in sea of paranoia and my doctor telling me to take something I can’t afford like Prilosec, well, that scares me since I’m eventually going to be able to buy it if I can so I’m stuck with the Ranitidine, which is generic Zantac.
I’m praying for work on Textbroker and trying to submit my articles to Internet websites/magazines. I’m also looking for a job online as a freelance writer, work from home, remote etc. I want a drama-free job. I mean it. I’m looking for drama-free environments. My house is. I try to keep that way with no roommate and not inviting any potential dramatic people. Drama makes me terribly ill. I have a lot to get done. I’m a busy bee. I like having many interests. I’m trying to make money here, universe, give me a break.
I’m still royally stuck with this book. It started off a short story I wrote in junior college for a writing class that I took back then. It was a cool story full of metaphysical things in it like visions. My main character for this book though is a psychic private investigator, a Mexican-American character with at least a college degree, who gets abducted by Grey aliens whom she does not see their faces. She also has visions put in her head about the end of the United States as known. She experiences it as if it were reality.
The first book takes place in a virtual world, because she experiences directly, rather like the Matrix, what will happen with the collapse of President Pruitt’s conservative government. The aliens put her in a world where they do attack at least one major city, San Francisco, and Washington D.C. They even strategically attack the Pentagon in an extraterrestrial 911. Not that this was planned by that government in my book because the real government I do not feel planned 911 and that’s just a whack conspiracy theory in my mind. This is only the summary of my book that I need to write out.
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