updates
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My Preciouses
I have an old licorice tin my grandma gave me. I didn’t like the licorice, but kept the tin. Inside, I keep some handwritten notes she had for me to be excused at school. I have a letter my granddad wrote in the 70s before his stroke. I think I have a picture of my… Continue reading
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Yes Indeed = $$$$$$
At one point in my life, I was heavy into collecting currency. Old currency, foreign currency… American based quarters. My favorites are the coins that are over 1,500 years old. Absolutely love them! ~J. Lyst Continue reading
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Legacy…
Decided to do this one ahead. Legacy. So much is wrapped up in that question. Many people have different ideas. Some think that their family will be their legacy. Others see achievements, such as becoming wealthy or famous as a fantastic legacy. Me? Hmm. I am a single woman with health problems. I am a… Continue reading
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Not Sure
My left wrist has been hurting for months.. no clue if it’s broken or just strained Other than that? Nope. ~J. Lyst Continue reading
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How Do You Mean?
One = One They are in essence the same thing. ~J. Lyst Continue reading
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When You Speak About Sacrifices…
Huh. This is a good one. I stopped going to college to get a low paying job and help my grandfather pay bills. I gave up my dignity to remain at that same job. I gave up my normal speech pattern to ‘fit in’ with my clientele. I gave up my paychecks to pay my… Continue reading
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Well… It’s True
My skin… 🤷🏾♀️ ~J. Lyst Continue reading
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Can You Be Both?
It all depends on the situation. I’ve been a reluctant leader and a reluctant follower in my life. Depending… I’m not a fan of either position. Would I want to be a leader right now? … Oh, absolutely not. ~J. Lyst Continue reading
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Yummy
Halo Oranges (Cuties/Halo) Pineapple Bananas Honeycrisp Apples Strawberries ~J. Lyst Dehydrated pineapples are soop goood. Continue reading
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CHANGES??
What’s one small improvement you can make in your life? Start sleeping on a more consistent basis and at the correct times. ~J. Lyst Continue reading