Ut oh, do you happen to have any white out?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tattoo….You?.”

my first was on my right shoulder. I waited 13 years to get it. Why wait so long?  Well, the tataoo is commerative of my son and after13 years I felt safe in believing that would be my only child. I didn’t want my body to be an inked roll call of my children and their birthdates as to not forget, like I have seen on a few old friends.

Perhaps, I should have waited til I was well into my 60’s or perhaps 70’s, cause I know have 6 kids in total, plan on fostering & adopting others and only one savored & etched into my skin til I become a pile of dust.

People are largely surprised that I have a tatoo at all and most don’t see but a small corner of it or from a distance, so when they ask me what it says, I tell them it says, Biker bitch, just to see the look on their face and for a guarenteed laugh.

If someone happens to glimps the one on my hip, I tell them it says, “Your ass is mine”, which really puzzles them. Truth is its an instument with an inscription for which I am deeply regrettful for but still tells the story in code of the stupid behind that one.

If I should ever find my Tatoo Artist again, I will have roses cover the inscription, as though it never was. Forever apparently has an epiration date. lol!


Is it just me or does anyone else see something wrong with this picture?

Is Hulk Hogan a racists or pissed father?

What I read of the situation is He was not happy with some action of his daughter’s boyfriend and in VERY human moment he used a very volatile word.  I agree he had issue with her choice in men, not necessarily his race.  Jamie Foxx has a song in which one of the lyrics is, “She ain’t dealing with no broke niggas… I ain’t saying you a gold digger”.  Something to that effect. It’s a catchy beat… Point is the N- word is in our vocabulary. We hear it, we see it. I don’t think using it necessarily makes anyone a racists. How it is said and our actions is what deciphers us.  My uncle is Black. I asked him how he prefers to be referred as: Black, African American, or …. ? He said, Oh I don’t care nothing about that, just don’t call me late to dinner. No, just be respectful and treat me like I treat you; with respect & kindness”, and he laughs his sweet Alabama laugh. My uncle is 73. My white Aunt married to him for 45 years has been known to say to him, Nigger please,  when he says something outrageous or lies and she knows he’s lying. My Aunt and Uncle adore each other. They have been through Hell together and for a long time he put her through hell. She loved him still and they made it through. I have heard him tell her when she says something silly and she does, What are you talking about you crazy white lady?   They have me in stitches.  Laughing at either doesn’t make me a racists. It means I have a sense of humor and my parents taught me young, they are just words unless you act out against someone because of the color of their skin, their religion, their culture. Then you are a biggot!”

Equally, I had a boss who is Black/African American that would say, “You don’t have to be black to be a nigger. Believe me they come in all colors”.  I think perhaps Hulk Hogan would just as much prefer his daughter to be with a rich Honky as he would in that moment a rich Anything, including the slurred Nigger he used.

If it is so wrong for anyone of another race to call someone a nigger, a honky, a spic, or the thousands of other cultural slurs as they are Then I think its time we stop using them when speaking to each other. And that’s from a a Honky whose beans fall thru the grill and dances for rain, eats Corned Beef Stew and drinks out of German Mugs and cannot eat Asian food with western utensils (they must be Chopsticks).

Where did you say you where from?

My parents called us every name in the Cutural book. I asked my dad why. He said, Because they are just words mija. We wanted to take the power out of their meaning so when people out there said nasty things because you are a Half breed  you wouldn’t be hurt by it (or being referred to as a dog with that half breed term). I am more than bi-racial. I am Mexican, I am Native American Indian, I am German, and Irish, and one of my Grandfathers is from a country that has been taken over, reclaimed and taken again. When he left it was Yugoslavia. So is he, am I Slavic or Serbian?

It comes down to this….

See here,  I don’t think it matters at the end of any day…. Because We are all no different than variations of Flowers and trees, birds and fishes.  Our color, Our Cultures, Our Sexual Orientation, Sexual Self Perception, Our region of the world & Our religions are all only ice breakers, convesation starters, experiences to share and learn from & about.

A Native American folklore is that Peace will not occur on Earth till we are all of the same Mixed up race. So we can all stop calling each other names or get caught using them knowing they don’t mean anything more than How or why they are said.

I knew when someone did something stupid, it was because they were stupid not because they were Black or Asian, Hispanic or from Mars.  So call me what you will, it makes no difference to me. But set me on fire because my tan is darker than yours, or insult my Grandparents legacy because they were born on the other side of a fence,  I will defend myself & their legacy.

Words strewn together can be Mighty Hateful

Comments made by a certain Business Man wanting to Represent Us as a Nation in the Republican Party (til they figure out how to extract him) aren’t necessarily hurtful as an Individual with no common sense but Is very hurtful when you put together his comments made over time. Not the short time he’s been running but the long term of his candored opinions of Blacks and Mexicans and who else.  He doesn’t hurt me cause his comments are not true of me. Or you. He makes generalizations. I don’t want to say stereotypes because that to me means everyone of that race, Nationality, culture or Religion is known to do XYZ.  The things he has said of Blacks being lazy no work ethic is not true as a whole. Same can be said of people in any race, so why target Blacks specifically?

He  says he represents the American People. No Sir, you do not. You do not represent my veiws, my values, my moral compass. The reason you are doing well is called Power of Attraction or that which resists persists. Negative attention is still attention. Let the 5 year old with the hairpiece throw his tantrum in the corner and pay him no mind.

He has said enough for me to see him as a racists and someone that would set us back and have us in World War III before the ink dries at his Inauguration.

Eight years ago Hulk Hogan made comments in a single conversation in regards to a personal relationship concerning his daughter. It has not been repeated. Nothing new has been said. He is 61 years old. In 61 years one bad choice of words flew out of his mouth in a heat of passion, I would pressume it was an impassioned moment about his daughter’s situation whatever it was, whatever was going on between them. { Yes, I become very passionate about my kids especially when I think someone isn’t treating them right or well. Don’t you?}

Donald J {ackass} Trump makes comments Constantly which are insulting, unfair, and biased. And yes he has been Fired from NBC, Macy’s, the Pageant. And yet his popularity is growing.. I don’t understand this. I didn’t always dislike Mr. Trump. I thought business wise I could learn from him. Then I learned he hunts African Wildlife for game & bragging rights. Disgusting!  Then he started letting his ass overload his mouth with his recent comments. Then I learned but wasn’t surprised that he has been making racial stereotypical comments for sometime, as in a number of years.

So the General Lee has been fired from TV Land because of the Confederate Flag & Hulk Hogan for a heated remark 8 years ago but Donald Trump is still leading in the PRESIDENTIAL GOP polls….How?

Thank you to my Followers

I would like to take the time to sincerely Thank all those that have read and been following my blogs here on wordpress and via Twitter links. Truth be told it makes me feel less alone in my struggles and to know that people from all over the country and across the Pond are enjoying what little ole me has to say.

My cousin and very bestest friend advised me early on in my blogging to write for me and not be concerned whether I had followers or not. Yet once in a while I’ll catch myself deleting some my posts. An effect of self critizm . my apologies but my google keyboard is still acting up.

(Crazy keyboard..every two letters it stops. Grrr!

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#1Serial killer: Drugs

So who of us doesn’t have a horror story to tell where Drugs & Alcohol was the villainous serial killers that took down someone we Love or knew?

When I was oh about 14 my neighbor who was 17 or 18 at the time and she and her friend’s talked her boyfriend into trying drugs for the first time… He was 24 and the drug was Cocaine. It was his first and last time. He died of a heart attack right in front of her.  While she tried to revive him her friend’s took off.  Great friends. She was never the same either. I can imagine the burden of his death weighed very heavy on her.

A friend of my mother’s from work had a son that lost his marbles and had to be put in a convalescent home for brain splattered drug fun gone horribly wrong. He was 18 when his drug trip went horribly wrong. I had a number of friend’s that died from drug overdoses. One was a paint sniffer. Legend has it that he went running through the main street of town like a loon and collapsed and that was it, his brain suffocated & burnt up from the paint and lacquer thinner… It ate up his brain.
Narrowly Escaped

Fast forward a few years later my little brother had quite a run with drugs himself. We weren’t so sure he wasn’t going to make it. He had some pretty close calls. It took 20 years for him to say,  That’s enough. And that came out of fear, fear of losing his mind. He once said he was afraid that if he ever used again his brain would split. My son went down that road. Two DUI’s before he officially had his license to drive and blood alcohol level high enough to have been dead several times. He knew he wasn’t going to make it if he kept going the way he was. He sobered up & got clean.

I had tried a few things as a teenager… and I quickly learned that shit wasn’t for me.

It Finally Hits Home

My nephew wasn’t so damn lucky. He’s alive but he’s not living. He can hardly think for himself and the less controlling medications in his system the less and less he can do. This is his brain…..



Need More Reasons to say NO to DRUGS?

Ask all those Crackheads where their teeth are? Does anyone of them not have a story of losing their best friend or buddy to drugs and alcohol and yet there they sit loaded on drugs or alcohol…

I could give you statistics but that’s not what’s going to stop you. I don’t even know that this will. But I hope that you will remember that you read this blog and visit my other blog thatsjustdandilion.wordpress.com , where I have begun to write about the daily challenges of taking care of a 25 year old 3 year old. His brain is FRIED. Some days are good and promising others are troubling and heart wrenching. And yet there are Families out there too busy to even write their stories cause their kid or kids are in worse shape.

Just don’t become one of those stories, please. Only way not to is to stop if you started and Don’t start if you haven’t started.    

Educated Fools?

On a trip to my local library to meet up with a friend, I had a seat to wait out her delay and I noticed this gentleman sitting about 5 feet caddy cornered from me, nicely dressed in a white dress shirt and navy blue dress slacks and faded worn loafers, attractive, 60ish), well groomed, polite enough to be plugged into earplugs being contently amused by whatever was playing on his laptop, pulling single wrapped candies from his shirt pocket. He would then stick it in mouth and tuck it in his cheek, occasionally rolling the candy  behind his front teeth with a slight pucker, twisting the wrappings up with his fingertips and ever so craftedly discarded each wrapping as he opened yet another and another candy over the period of time he sat gladdening himself with whatever it was that was holding his attention on the 14 inch screen.

As I sat texting for the locale on a few people and yet intrigued in a growing annoyance sense, as the candy wrappings no longer pass for an oops. It is now an intentional pile to other library goers should they be paying any attention. Had he been a teenager I would have thought, Ah rebellion. Then I thought perhaps I was being too harsh and he will certainly pick them up before leaving. Here is the moment of truth, he is closing the computer,  adjusting his position to stand and gathering his items. He stands up, turns towards my direction, takes notice of his little pile and walked behind me and was about to round the bookcase when I said, “Excuse me, but I believe the wrappers are yours, Sir”.

He then told me with a thick accent,” SHUT UP, YOU SHUT UP I AM THE SUPERVISOR, YOU DONT TELL ME, YOU SHUT UP, and began to walk off between the isles I answered back, “Sir, I don’t care who you are, its not right to leave your trash on the floor for others”. As surprised & annoyed as I was I spoke lovingly. The others just shook their heads at his litter and shrugged their shoulders  .

Well Dressed Barn Boy

It was a bit surprising to me that no one else said anything.

Maybe it’s not that big a deal to others that a man would one nonchalantly leave his trash littered in the house of Education. Maybe he needed a book on Manners & Etiquette. You can dress someone up but good sense isn’t in the fabric they wear or seemingly in their heads either. 

Years back I dated a guy for a very short time. We differed so much in the area of common courtesy; I was embarrassed when we went to the movies and we got into a fight because he was going to leave his trash and I reached to pick it up. He said, “It’s the Ushers job to pick it up, not ours”. “No, your trash is always your responsibility”.  He tried to argue that if people picked up their trash the movie staff wouldn’t have jobs”.  “No, if they didn’t have to pick up your trash, they could use that time to vacuum, clean the carpets, wipe the stickies off of the armreasts, clean & stock the bathrooms. There are always things to do, they could do some of those other things more accurately if people didn’t leave their trash behind”.

It’s simple, Pick up after yourself. It is not someone else’s job or place to do so.

The other thing that surprised me was that no one had an issue with a man raising his voice at a woman. Hello, is there any civility left?  When did it become acceptable to raise your voice or yell at a someone in response to a gentle reminder to do what is right?

I don’t think he was the supervisor but let me tell you, if he is, He won’t be.