Woke up at 5 a.m. and enjoyed watching the stock market while I drank a cup of coffee and listened to music, I do this every morning, without fail.
By 6 am I had myself dolled up and ready to face the world, coffee breath free, of course.
Made waffles with bacon, eggs, and peanut butter for some of the boys after I called my boo-thang to tell them I love them emphatically and can't wait to hold them, finally. Oh, I made 13 waffles with all the fixings they wanted.
Then I went to work where I run a crew of 8 people.
I came back home at 2:30, job completed, and baked 2 double-layered peanut butter cakes that I frosted excellently and used 7-Up as the liquid, which raises the batter in a microwave (the carbonation is the key). Oh, did I mention I had to crush up 5-lbs of peanut butter creme cookies? No, well...I did. It was amazing.
I decorated the cake with M and M's, Nutty Buddy Bars, and layered peanut butter in between. This was at the request of the birthday boy. Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention I cooked for a birthday (something I do for everyone no matter where I am). These cakes were about 10 inches high when I was done.
Then I had a video visit with my Mom...yay! Love my Momma.
Then I spent the next 3 hours making breakfast burritos for 24. They had cheesy rice, bacon, chorizo, mozzarella cheese, cheddar cheese, provolone cheese, sauteed green bell peppers, black olives, and a touch of mayo.
That was my day. I'm tired, happy, and ready to do it again tomorrow because I run circles around these boys as a habit.
But that's not the point, the point is some of us are more than productive. While some aren't and complain that there's nothing to do, there is folks like me and the rest of the writers here, all examples of rehabilitation, who not just stay busy but stay busy to help, to feed others, to write release plans, to tell our friends and family in and out of prison that we love them. And we do it with pride. We are examples.
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