Lessons Learned 2011

This year started out a little rough but we found something out. George can not make a living standing still. January we started off homeless, to be honest. We were staying with relatives and had actually been without a place to call our own since before October.

The New Year came and we started thinking about how we were going to make it this year.  By the end of January we had a plan. We started taking deposits from clients back in Central Texas and Houston to get him on a plane to tattoo. We got art work together, ordered supplies and bought a plane ticket. And he was on a plane RIGHT before the "Big Freeze" rolled throught our fine State. 
February and some of March he was gone tattooing and when he came back. He had a motorcycle and we had a small RV to live in. While he was gone I was looking for employment in the El Paso area. I still did not have job when he came back but I was waiting to hear back from a few places. I got a job by the time April came around.

The begining of summer was not all that fantastic.  But once again, he was on the road tattooing clients all over the Central Texas and Houston area.  He bought a truck to have a source of transportation.  Only for it only to be taken by APD. The truck was reported stolen by the original title owner. The police officers treated my husband like a car jacker because the police reported said "TRUCK stolen at GUN POINT"  My husband was incarcerated for something he did not do and was thrown in jail to be forgotten.  The Austin Police department and Harris County gave everyone the round around about how to get him out of jail.  While he sat in jail with no word from anyone, we were trying to get him out.  OR find the right department to get give us answers on who made the report, who gets the truck and so forth.  Needless to say, the original truck owner who made that false police report ran off with OUR truck and his insurance money.   That thief caused my husband to loose a week of his freedom.  I am very unhappy with the police force in both areas for not LOOKING closer into the matter and releasing my husband sooner.   PROVEN GUILTY due to LAZINESS and Cracker Jack Investigation Training Certification.  An assistant D.A. helped find his file and had him released immediately, she knew if they held him any longer we could have a case against the entire system.  Some cut throat lawyer out there would have eaten up the details and taken it to court.  But who has time for a lawsuit, court dates and more paper pushing junkies not us. 

George kept traveling running behind on his tattoo appointments because he had taken a "FORCED VACATION"  He came to see me in El Paso to recollect himself and start over again, getting a vehicle to make it to the next stop of his journey.  I kept working while he was away, missing his company, love, and our Gypsy life style. 

When he came back for me....
He came back for me mid Sept or so.  We packed up our stuff, sold the big stuff, threw the junk away and left El Paso.  We made one last stop in El Paso to say our good byes.  As we left, I started crying because even though the Sun City was not always good to us, I had grown to like it.  The dessert weather was always sunny.  The view of the Franklin Mountians during sunset were memorable and beautiful.  The popcorn thunderstorms that rained muddy water were few and over quickly. 
We were walking to the truck to leave, I was wiping my tears away following George outside.  I looked down at his butt and there they were.   A pair of pink lace panties stuck to the velco of his short pocket.   "What the hell are these doing there?"  As  I reached down and pulled them off. 
Patty takes the panties from me and we all start laughing. 
Little George's GRAND exit.  :)  No more tears from saddness, now a belly busting laugh. 

We left El Paso. 

Headed up to Alburqueque, NM.  We took our time to get there.  We had some engine troubles not even an hour away from El Paso.  Had a meal under the light of the FLYING J sign, with our sliced pizza and our coffees.  We managed to get to a rest area to sleep because we just did not want to travel too much that night.  We were exhausted from the packing and emotionally drained.  But we were on the road together and that was good enough for both of us.   The next day we were at a friend's farm, the first stop on our travels back together.  We stayed there for 2 weeks.  One week to recover, reorganize and plan our next destination.  The following week came and then we were held hostiage by our friend. Just kidding but she was dreading the day we pulled out of there.  But we hit the road and headed out on OLD ROUTE 66.  
Through the mountain range there in New Mexico, throught the panhandle of Texas we rode on until we got to the HISTORICAL Route 66 Rest Area, on the East side of the Panhandle close to the Oklahoma border.  That night was a little bit cold and very windy but we were hungry Travelers we were the first to use their NEW Texas Shaped Grill to make us dinner.  The Rest Area was big, layed out every well, and was obviously a addition to the area.  There was sliding glass doors to the center, the rest rooms were clean and take care of, there are touch screen televisions for those folks who liked to read more about the OLD Route 66.  And  a few Flatscreen TV's in the middle of displays that told their own stories too.  Hell, it even had Tornado Shelters on either sides of this huge building reminding everyone that TORNADOS do strike in the area and to be aware of your surroundings.  We got back in the truck and headed to Oklahoma.  Where George had a friend from the Island that is now a transplant to the OK area. 

Elk City, OK.  The big BAR S food plant is there.  You know Bar S...your cheap hot dogs and bologna that is made with cow's assholes, pig's armpits and chicken lips.  Yup, its either their plant or their distribution center but it is on I40 near the town of Elk City.  We got to Mike's and were made to feel at home.  Sleeping quarters were arranged for us, food was there for us to chow down, and tattoos were there to get.  :)  We had a good time in Oklahoma.  We had 2 2011 Harley Davidson Street Glides to ride if we so choose.  I found some thing out about me as a passanger on a bike.  I need a sissy bar cause I am a sissy and everytime he goosed it I felt like I was going to be left behind on the street. The only part of our trip that was the bad was dealing with UPS out there in the middle of no where.  UPS is the worst company ever to have your package delievered.  You pay extra to have things over nighted to you and what your really paying for is to get EXTRA screwed.  We left Oklahoma as soon as the appointments slowed down and we were getting the "soon" but not now speeches.  That is always a good sign to leave an area, for we shall always return and there is money to be made some where else. 

North Texas. 
Where we met up with our favorite Gypsy friends.  My definition of Gypsy:  A person or persons that travel to make a living and/or follow the money.  Many live in RV's and when it is time to go, they can leave in a blink of an eye.  Hard working, honest folks that travel with spouses and take care of their children.  We are AMERICAN Gypsys.  The first night we got there we did not work, we drank with everyone and had a great visit.  Good times.  We had a few tattoos and we were able to get enough money together to buy us an RV that was just right for us.  It is a little older, but it was bigger than what we had, and it is was also ready for the road.  Well kinda.  We stayed long enough to get it road ready and headed out of town......

We came back to Austin to our families for the Thanksgiving holiday and now we are in Houston. 
The year was full of ups and downs like everyone else's.  But we make it through the rough times to also enjoy the good times.  We have big dreams for 2012, so I am ready for this year to end so we can turn these dreams into REALITY one tattoo at a time. 

"On Demand"

I don't know how new this phrase really is, but I have used it talking to my girl friends. One of my best suggestions for a couple, whether newly weds or celebrating 35 years.

"On Demand" is a negotiation shared by two grown adults. If you purchase me this "extravagant" item and gift it to me. In my appreciation of my gratitude, I will give oral pleasure "On Demand" anywhere, anytime the time frame will be set by the person that RECEIVED the gift.
This negotiation deal would be fun to complete.

I have an "On Demand" gift that I believe is worth a month's worth providing oral pleasure to where ever my creative husband could and shall make up. For a month adventure of just making it fun. But I wouldn't mind, I got what I want and it is just my way of paying it forward.

With that said, have you ever flipped through those expensive ads with beautiful pieces of jewelry, a pair of shoes that are just beyond your reach, a vacation, a car..... Would you not give your significant other pleasure for that? As you wear your tennis bracelet, as you drove your dream car, as your wearing your shoes...

We can fantasies our new item.... they can fantasies about getting oral in traffic.

I bet I could make a list of a couple "on demand" gifts but one is fun enough. ;)

Music

Why do we like music?

Is it cause of the lyrics? The sound of the musicians voice? Are we more attracked to songs that make us want to move? Why do we like music?

If you had to describe music in one word what would it be?

Projection: Fair Weather

Well you verified it today, which is okay. We each know where we stand in our friendship. Then I am asked to lie. So now I am a back up associate but won't tell me any further details. How should I really feel about this relationship?

Oh the tangled web begins ...... and you want me to support one of those silk lines of web with miss information, half truths and crater hole stories. Do you not see the big holiday in the web, after you jump off that web of trust, sometimes you fall thru. You want me to participate in something that might lead to other lies. My glorious stage perform, day time soap opera self my exit left for she is not needed.

I must bow out for I can not par take in the twisted web of TRUST. If I were to contribute, it would lead to my personal moral code, questionable. Which would then lead to Capt. Suspicious on my ass asking those questions, questioning his own trust in me. For something you just need me to vouch for, a minor request. That could ultimate lead to disorder, more broken hearts and personal self evaluations perceived by others.
No thank you.


And to make it even more odd, I was asked to vouch for another individual.

"Make sure this is the story your telling people, if your telling anyone about what you have heard."
"I don't tell anyone anything."
Okay, I told some one she was living there and had left him, that was the extent of my telling a person.

And Ms. Lady why would I vouch for you will throw people under the bus but imcriminate yourself in the process. Didn't think on that at all before you spit it out of your mouth. You have the right to remain silent is something you might jot down as a weak personal attribute.

And I will bow out of this one too. I don't need to spread anyone's news, if i get asked maybe I will say what I have seen. Nothing else, its not my place.

So oddly enough same day, a pair of women asked me to not be so honest. I will be bowing off the stage for this ACT, does not include me. I love my husband to much for all that nonsense.

* Bows *
(Curtains Down)

ha ha ha ha
I am having fun with it, as if it were a monologue on stage.

Sandwiches

<<<<=====My sandwiches.======>>>>

Why do I make my sandwiches like I do? Maybe I did believe that behind every great tasting sandwich is research & the taste, the order as well as process behind every great combination.
I just like making sandwiches. I like vegetables that you can put on sandwitches, even the simple staples make a sandwich.

I like making everyone, their sandwich to their preference if it is not a social event. If I remember your sandwich, then I know I have a good start.
-George: onions, mircale whip
-Papi: NO tomatoes. mayo, mustard (if both available) & tabasco sauce.
-I think my sister's are NO mustard kind of gals.


Other dressing choices:
- Ranch
- Italian

Spices:
- Garlic powder
- salt n pepper

Vegetable choices:
- Staples:
*Tomatoe
*onions
*lettuce
-Optional:
*avocado
*jalepeno
*olives
*cucumbers
*banana peppers

Cheeses: We have so many cheeses available to us. I would like to take the time on day and become knowledgeable for other types of cheeses that could make it all come together in a different taste for a sandwich. Until then....

Popular Choices:
-Pepper Jack
-Sharp/Mild Cheddar
-Motzarella
-Parmensan

Breads are essential to the process. And just like the world of cheese there are several choices for bread. But when I think Bread choices, I am always looking for a social gathering. My everyday sandwiches that feed my loved ones for lunch.
Sliced bread, bollios, small sub, Onion bread, Crossiants.

Meats:
-Cold:
*Smoked Ham
*Smoked Turkey
*Roast beef
*Tuna
-Hot:
*Steak strips
*Chicken breast strips
*Egg
*Meatball


So there is a start. Cause the process, the coating, the layers, the melting of cheese, the cut, the presentation.

Sides to match:

*Tortilla chips and Salsa
*Doritoes or Cheetos
*Plain Lays
*Macoroni & Cheese
*French Fries
*Pickle Spears
*Carrots & Celery
*Apples & Pears

Familar Fright

The house was in the middle of a meadow, vacant lots surrounding the house, there was a tractor trail then field. Very open outside the moon light gave the outside shadows. When the wind blew you can see the grain dance in the field. It was a shot gun trailer,rooms on either side and the kitchen and living room in the center of the house.
I remember pulling up to the house and there being tress in the front yard past a small clearing. I walked in to the house once and stayed but others were coming and going as the day went by. In th house that felt like home, safe but uneasy.The familiar feeling but with the sense that nobody had been there for awhile, even with all the foot traffic. Everyone I saw or associated with was not really afraid with me but felt a presence.
I kept flashing to images of me seeing my other family members killed. A sense of loss and the mystery of their death. No specifics on whether they were shot, stabbed, just death. A feeling of loss.
I don't remember falling asleep just remember waking up from a nap, it was the last light of dusk and but moon's light shining be hide it chasing the sun for strength & dominance.
The window was open over head, Kay sat on the bed watching TV with no volume sitting at the foot of the bed.
"How long has this window been open?" I whispered, lifting my hand from the bed and closing it.
"Not that long."
I think I peaked out the window and saw the shadow figure. Ducking down in disbelief, did I see someone? The layout of the room is familiar one of my youth. To my left are three windows like a bay window but not so rich, more like empty with cream thin curtains. the closet in front of us, with no doors, just the clothes hanging up with a bunch of shoe and shoe boxes underneath them, some boxes behind them. and the Right wall of the room had the bathroom door and the exit to the hall.
I shared my concerns with my friend, she too felt uneasy and had seen a figure, a dark man. She called one of our guests to the room as well. she wanted to tell Kelly so at least we can all stick together.


I went to investigate. There was company there, I saw their shadows on the wall and heard light chatter. Who is here, I thought nobody came here? I passed the living room window and peaked outside again, nobody was there. All the windows were very open, there was just a thin curtain and glass. All the windows were open letting the breeze dance with them. But the lighting throughout the house was orange yellow stale hue, candlelight almost.
I ignored everyone else, asked my sister if it a good idea to be here. As I made it to the kitchen, she was standing in front of the sink and the kitchen window. She wasn't going to leave and she tells she thinks she saw someone and looked outside, saw nothing and went back to making drinks. I left her back in the kitchen.
Returning to the room I walked into an open window, you can hear Kelly and Kay in the bathroom. I started calling to Kay if she opened window as I went cautiously to the window, I knew he was going to jump out from the shadows or curtain it self, for he just might manifest.
It was the middle window, the curtains grazed my face and side as I my fingertips found the window sill and pulled the window down. I kept looking in the corners of the room, my eyes were still trying to find any movement, anything misplaced, moving. Closed, I walked backwards to the bed, and sat down. The room's only light was from a small color TV. watching for anything. I could feel he was there, his soulless eyes looking back at me, leering. Kay and Kelly emerge in the hall, distracting me. From behind the clothes, he manifests. First thing I see is his big dirty construction boots. He is wearing a long black jacket, his face is painted white and black, big circles around his eyes, his mouth with long oval across his face, emotionless his drawn on facial paint. In his right hand a big hunting knife. A clown? crossed my mind as I was frozen in fear but as we started screaming, I moved towards him. He direction was just forward motion and I felt that he was after me. I jumped towards him. I felt the knife on the back of my forearm as I got under the it, his chest in my face......then I woke up.

Sex, all ages.....

To Start off this blog with a classic music video from 1991. When I was 11 and I didn't know what sex really was, what the experience felt like and the responsibilities that came with having sex. So like they said...."Let's talk about sex."




Let's Talk about Sex By Salt n Pepa......


I have to admit, I had sex to early in life. The last day of 8th grade, yeah, too young, with someone that did not love me and I did not love him. Just so I can say that I was no longer a virgin. If I ever failed at anything in this life it was my own virginity. I should have saved it, for whom...who knows but maybe someone that actually had some true feelings for me.
Sex as a Teen. It's all fun and games but your mentally not prepared for the emotional bullshit that comes with it. If teenagers are going to have sex, they will find a way. We all know what I am talking about cause we were all teenagers once. We lied to our parents to go out with our friends, to hang out with our boyfriends and so forth. But sex was fun, maybe it was fun cause we had to sneak around to do it. Maybe it was fun cause it couldn't last very long cause we were always on a time crunch for curfew. But were we all really concerned about the "responsibilities" of it all. Who knows, we just had sex to have sex. Teenage boys can get a hard on by just looking at it, talking about it or just seeing a nipple. So they were always ready. And we don't want them to go find it some where else so what do we do as girls, put out. Cause once again, we have a new emotion of connection with them and we don't know how to handle it except by trying to keep them by putting out. So having sex as teen has mixed reviews.

And we are not talking about girls we called sluts. No matter what age there are girls out there putting out cause they find sex fun,very enjoyable and i guess know how to deal with the emotional DETACHMENT. Which is fine, to each their own.

Sex in your 20's. Some of us had racked up the experience during our teens, others are learning for the first time. But entering your 20's we are now more aware of our own bodies. Whether it is because we masturbate more and know what makes us tick or get off. Or just having several sexual partners that have done it and those that didn't. Our communication gets better with our sexual partners. Whether your single or taken we decide that this whole sex has to just as pleasurable to us as it is for them. We know that if we move this way, it gets us off. If he does that one thing to the left that ruins the whole fucking thing. Communication is the key the key to a fantastic sex life but we don't understand that as teenagers. We are still embarrassed about our bodies, in our 20's we understand that we might not be models but damn it this is what we have to work with and the men can take it or leave it. Cause if they don't want it, we can and will find someone that does or we can go home by ourselves and take care of business on our own. Now I am assuming that women have explored masturbation and have made it a point to find what pleasures them. Cause if you can't have sex with yourself and get you off then how are you suppose to instruct men on how you work. Now the emotional part of sex during your 20's has hopefully gotten better. Meaning you are either know how to put it aside when you know its gonna be a one night stand or you know that this man you have been seeing is gonna be a good lover and call you back the next day. We know that sex is always complicating no matter what but you want it to be fun if your going all the way with it. And as your older you have been a little more educated about the risks involved with having protected sex or unprotected sex. Not just the pregnancy scares but the STD's that might not be curable with a shot. Cause if you catch a disease that there is no cure for then your sex life will become more complicated then you would have liked. Meaning always having to tell your future sexual partners about your STD. And that is a hard truth to swallow. In 20's your more likely to go to a clinic to get yourself checked as well as get some protection, birth control as well as picking up some condoms for that dude you have been eyeballing at the club and your planning to take home. ;) As a little bit more of an experienced woman, you are still trying to find how to make sex work for you.

Sex in your 30's. Some of us have had children by then and it makes our whole sex life turn upside down. You are either in a committed relationship or your still single playing the field. There is a lot of factors that have changed since you were in your 20's except one thing. You still want to have sex and make it enjoyable for you. Some of us are working on our careers, others family and yet others are still trying to find a guy that doesn't suck and all he wants is sex.

The ones working on our careers might find that sex is the last topic on your minds or maybe the first, depends on the type of woman you are. Some women like to have financial stability of not needing someone else and sleep our way to the top. Which is not how you get there, being a bitch is the way of getting to the top. HA. Professional single woman find themselves buried in their career and might space the sex factor. I am assuming these woman just don't have the time to go out and look for a sexual partner. But I hope these women are taking care of their own selves by self pleasuring themselves. ;) Cause the best way to relieve stress is to organism and kick back, even if it is for a few minutes. It cleared your mind, your worries were gone for a few minutes and your body has just been filled with endorphins that made you happy and send good vibes through out your brain. The single women in their 30's are just trying to find a partner that is not in it for sex. They aren't trying to play games, they don't need one nighter's, they don't want to deal with more dumb daddy drama (for those who are single mommas). I believe we all want to have a meaning full sex life. Or at least a reliable friend with benefits that is NOT married, that is NOT a scumbag and that is going to understand what the relationship you have signed up for.

Busy 30 year old moms. They run around taking care of business. Up at 6 am getting ready, getting the kids out the house, the husband to work, getting this, getting that, going here, going there, doing this, doing that, work, school (whether going to school for yourself or events for the kids), making dinner, cleaning house, doing laundry....... and when its time for bed your exhausted. You would love to have sex but hell where are you going to find the energy for that? Drink a 5 hour energy? Who has time for 5 hours worth of sex? ha ha ha And then you get in bed and your partner is all in the mood but doesn't want to take the time to get you into it. And your past communicating with your partner that you are not turned on when he turns to you and asked "Do you want to suck my dick?" And you think.... "I have been up since 6 am, running around doing shit, no I don't want to add suck your dick to my to do list tonight, eat me!"
Then we don't wanna find the time for you either pal. Or maybe you have a "sex date" with your partner but you have to pump yourself up all day for this date. Cause its not the fact that you don't want to have sex but your mind and body just isn't that into it. Your libido is missing and you wish it wasn't but it is. You find your partner super attractive but your just not feeling it. You would love to have sex but the kids might wake up, your tired or just plain not in the mood. Or you have sex cause you are ready but you just can't find yourself being able to get into the moment and don't organism. You can't just concentrate on the task at hand, you feel bad but its just not there. So why even go that far if you know that your more worried about making 50 stupid cupcakes for the Valentine's day party for you kiddo and can't focus on your own needs or your partner's needs. And when you are in the mood, its in the middle of the day everyone is gone, or asleep but you would rather just watch t.v, get online or do nothing cause its your moment of peace and quiet. So there went the window of opportunity. I mean even if you surprised your partner at work and gave them the wink would they be all over it or just too busy right now baby, maybe tonight? NO not tonight, right fucking now! ha
Some of us would love to find the time, energy and want again. The want to have a sexual experience but just can't find it within ourselves. And sometimes this does lead to broken personal relationships with our partners. And that can just be the worst part, cause you want to have sex but it just went missing. And looking for someone else later to have sex with and get naked in front of is just a horrifying thought all on its own. Maybe we just don't want to have sex, maybe we want to make love more often?

What is in store for us in the 40's? Children in the house are older or gone living their own lives. No matter what your status is how will sex be? Your older, your body is older and will sex be just as enjoyable, will your urges come back or fade away. Face it we are not dead and sex is a part of life. We all love it, we all want some but after dealing with all the emotional strains from our teens, learning what we like in our 20's, our 30's were wasted cause we had other shit to worry about or just found that it was placed on a shelf. How does that effect our sex lives in our 40's? Is it a myth or fact that women experience sex in a different light when we get older?

As my friends and I are getting older I know that we will always talk about sex. Whether it is good, bad or just missing from our to do list. I just hope we can all find ourselves sexually satisfied.

Or maybe I am full of shit and everyone else is having great sex. I am left to feel like there is something personally wrong with me and my libido?

Queen - 'Bohemian Rhapsody'

This song is older than I am but you better believe it speaks volumes. This man lived with secret of being gay and ended up dying of AIDS. But his band, his voice, his lyrics live on. Just makes me want to hang out with my friends and sisters and do an old school wayne's world scene. ha ha

Enjoy

Rain

Its nice to see some rain. It helps everyone. It makes for a nice constant sound hitting the roof top. It brings life back to the earth. It makes trees stand up straighter, it makes the flowers bloom better. The earth weather dirt, clay or sand soaks it up to send to the plants that need it just the same.

After the rain, it brings bad things like mosquitoes and humidity but during the rain the sounds, the smells and sometimes the sky puts on a great show.

I love the rain.....I am glad that the dessert is finally seeing some rain. Now its time to turn off the computer, the tv and get some sounds soaked in.

Punk Rock Tale VOLUME I

*The old man in the beginning of the song, slurring his words not giving a shit, I know that old man and his sons. Don't Mess with Texas Mother Fuckers*

I took my old man out to the Bar with me one hot summer night. I hadn't seen him in awhile and I knew that he could use some time out of the house. The phone rang twice and he picked up.
"Dad, it's me. Get ready, I am going to pick you up in 15 minutes and we are going to go see some band downtown."
"ok"

I jolted out the door, made sure I had a joint to smoke when I got to my dad's house cause that way if he gave me shit, I at least knew I could get him stoned enough for him to decided that leaving the house was a good idea. That night was alright.
We got there in time to see the last two song of the opening band play. They cleared out their shit and there was just a mic until the lead band came on stage. My dad always ready to make a fool of himself pulled out his mouth organ from his vest pocket, jumped on stage and started playing. Nobody took him off stage cause that old man was playing like he was in an auditorium full of people waiting to watch him. He played his little tune that he always plays, thanked the crowd as he introduced the band, like he was part of the show. Slurring his words, didn't even say their band name correctly. That night ended with a great show.

Several weeks later, I got their new album and holy shit, their was my father harmonica intro on the album! I looked all over the cover to see if they gave my dad props. Anything at all like "crazy old hippie at bar" "Drunk Biker playing mouth organ" any kind of credit. It was my dad, it was HIM on this album that is now being sold all over the state and nation, and there is NOTHING! Fuck that shit. I got a hold of the band leader and asked him straight out, "WHAT THE FUCK!" The singer denied, denied and denied me 3 times that my dad was not on the album and I was full of shit. Well, after that I knew I was just going to have to take care of that next time he came to play a show in town. FUCK THAT PUKE for denying my dad his rightful credit.  OR even some credit for the Texas.  Something is better than nothing.

Next time they were in town, the crowd was bigger but I was going to find a way to get that mother fucker on stage and beat his fucking ass.  My little brother who is taller than me knew my plans for the show and insisted on coming along.  Didn't bother me any.  They are playing their set, I moved into the crowd, my brother hung back a few feet from me.  Just enjoying the show, I guess waiting to see how I was going to pull this off.  Between songs, the fucking lead singer pointed and yelled, "What are you doing here you stupid stinky hippie?  Go do to the a block over and go watch the Counting crows or something."  This mother fucker pointed at the wrong person, he was looking straight at my brother, who at the time had long hair.  He messed with my brother, he woouldn't give my dad or Austin/Texas any kind of credit.  This motherfucker messed with the wrong family.
  I got close to the stage and grabbed a kid who asked me to crowd surf him. "I got one better for you, I want to kick the lead singer's ass, if i toss you up there you bring him down here or I AM GOIN TO KICK YOUR ASS!" The kid was all over it. They were screaming into the mic and the kid grabbed him around the neck and pushed him off the stage. I was there and caught him with my fist. Punched that mother fucker several times and then walked away blending in with the crowd. The lead singer stands up, gets back on stage and yells, grab the bald guy with the white muscle shirt. By then I was half way out the door shirtless with my hat on walking out with the rest of the crowd.


FLAWLESS

My one poem

Everyday she walks through her life, that is not so bad.
Everyday she has thoughts that are really sad.

Who will miss me?
Who will go down on their Knee?
Who will have a flow of sadden tears
cause She could not get past her fears

She just wants her Demons to die
so you can see happiness in her eye

She just wants them to stop taking over her mind
But they dont want to leave her BEHIND

They want to take her to the depths of Hell.
where she will dwell
for the rest of her non living days
in the vast darkness of haze

One good thing
is there is one Angel that Sings
And the demons go out of sight
And rest until the next fight

Crazy Lady

Hi, my name is Crazy Lady. My mind gets the best of me a I allow my physical actions reflect it. When I go nuts, I think my life is worthless. I want to either harm myself or harm others. but neither of those options atre realistic. People in my life need my insanity to comfort them, to love them and.some depend on me. It does make me feel special that no mater how NUTS I get, there are people in my life that would miss me. maybe I want to be missed, but how realistic wpuld that really be? I have to remember to love myself. My self worth is worthy. And if I go to early then what would the people in my life really feel about me? Would their last feeling of me be, shameful, would they call me selfish, coward? my exit a tragedy or disappointment? How about if I just keep on, whether life is good or bad. Maybe I will just stick around to terrorize my husband, my family and my friends. But when I say terrorize I mean it in a loving, funny me kind of way. I might not always like the cards I am dealt, but damnit I am going to stay at the table till I get a ful house or the 4 Aces to win. My only flaw is that everytime I go nuts I take it out on those I love. Or I call "her" to start a fight. She has that "you know what you should do" mentality and that doesnt drive me nuts it pisses me off. She lives a life with hate and negativity towards the man that gave her three girls. She always tells me God will see me through this thats fine. But I dont need spirtual advice I need my mom. If I wanted spirtual advice I would go speak to a priest. But in the end, I might be in the wrong for being hateful towards her. So until I apologize I guess we wont be talking. Cant let that old bat die on me,i said some awful shit. But life goes on
Hello, my name is Crazy Lady and I am going to.be around until my hair turns grey, till my hands tell a story, and my great grandkids come to visit me and terrorize my crazy ol ass for all the stuff I have done in my life.

The best part of writing fiction is....

I get to play God and make a world of my own.

Your Own Identity.....

Everyone always has a time in their lives where they are lost. Who am I? Who do I want to be when I grow up? What kind of person do I want to be?


These questions we battle with ourselves as we grow into our awkward stages in our lives. Pre-Teen and than our teenage years, we just don't know who we are.


But as an adult, can you really still have that same excuse?
Let me give you a for instance, I know this one "man" that has made a name for himself for being a rich spoiled kid that loathes himself so much that he still does not know who he is. He despises another man so much that he is following in that man's foot steps. So, he can't find his own identity that he decides he wants emulate what he loathes and hates the most. Get your own identity. If you don't like someone so much why would you want to turn into that person, the one man you claim to hate with your whole soul. Isn't imitation the best form of flattery? And when you are turning into that person you hate some much, does that mean you are still having an identity crisis with your own self. You already hate yourself so much are going to hate yourself some more? What sense does that make.


But as adults sometimes we still don't know, "What we want to be when we grow up." Which is okay in some instances because we are always working on the path to make our lives better for ourselves and our families. As long as you find something that makes you happy then your identity will come in time. Everyone has several titles in our lives, but the one title that makes you happy will bring you joy in your life. Giving you the identity you seek......


~ Gypsy Knowles ~

Tattooed Folks Everywhere

Well the stigma of the tattoo folks still happens to this day. We are no good, trashy folks that can't get jobs and have no morals!

Well fine then so be it you conservative closed minded morons. We all know damn well that there are Politicians, CEOs, teachers & lawyers to name a few that have their bodies decorated under their professional work attire. Some of them are even WOMEN! THE FUCKING HORROR. lol



I just find it funny is all. Let me just shoot a little example for you.

I was walking into a corner store one beautiful Sunday morning. I was dressed in a muscle shirt & wearing my septum piercing. (Obviously I was not dressed to go to church) I kindly opened the door for a family walking in at the same time. (Who were dressed in their Sunday best) MOM & Grandmother shot me a big judgemental look. And my first thought was, "really ladies? Your going to think ill of me RIGHT BEFORE YOU WALK INTO CHURCH, nice." I guess it's better to ask God to forgive you for being so judgemental & thinking your bad thoughts about me. I forgive you for passing judgement on me. I know who I am. I am actually a mother as well, I cook and clean for my husband just like you do & I just choose to adorn my body with artwork.

I am not sporting demons nor religious tattoos. To each their own. I just think that it is a bit sad in many ways that we as a society can not stop with the prejudice. Whether its people's sexual orientation, color, or religion. Instead we still catagorize folks into groups. BUT I am prejudice I will not lie. I fucking HATE STUPID PEOPLE, and they come in all shapes & forms. Sorry stupid people but your just screwed.



I am just thrown aback when I read some facebook comments on some of my friends and families tattoo or piercing photos or statuses. Is it really that bad, to choose to do what you want to do? Can we not decorate our bodies like we would like? Is it really any of your fucking business what I get done? To Each Their own.



My Husband likes to tell a story about a brief conversation he had about his Tattoos:



He was one day standing in line and an older african american man said to him, "Sir, Do you ever think your the new colored folk?"

My husband turned to him, thought for a minute and responded, "Well I guess so."

Comming from a man that probably lived his youth segregated & came across discrimination, my husband could now relate to at least one of those.



Everyone who has a tattoo is not TRASH! I just want everyone to know that. We are a different breed, we like to go through the pain in the chair to carry a permanent mark on our bodies. One that means something to us. A time stamp of our youth, our adventures, our identities. We beat to our own drum or maybe we just love the sound of the tattoo machine. But hell, beauty hurts ask any woman who tweezes their eyebrows or has cut herself shaving her legs.



Would you really turn to the woman with tattooed sleeves and tell her she was trash? Or would you think twice about just opening your mouth cause maybe that woman will be your child's teacher, school nurse or even worse THE PRINCIPAL!



And if we are trash, outlaws, bikers, rebels, pirates, and scumbags then so be it. Together we will walk with our markings.



Thank you and have a good day.

Double Standards in the Words of Gypsy

I always try to start my blog with a definition. So we can all read what the world around us says something is.

standard applied unfairly: a principle, rule, or expectation that is applied unfairly to different groups, one group usually being condemned for the slightest offense while the other is treated far more leniently

There are several double standards race, creed, age. I am going to reflect the one of men and women.

I am going to just be a little vague on this. Its stuff we all know is still happening in the world around us but I just want to vent a bit or just make a casual Gypsy Observation.

Topic 1: Motorcycles and Women
As women we are "suppose" to just stay behind our husband's on THEIR BIKES and ride with them. NOT own our own BIKES or even RIDE along beside our husbands either. I am a passenger on my husband's bike. I am the normal, boring, traditional biker bitch that lets my husband do all the work and I get hang on to him and just enjoy the ride. BUT, cause there is always a BUT......
I have a good friend of mine who knew this double standard was going to show itself sooner or later, as so it did. She not only has a motorcycle, she has her own Harley. It's a big bike with a big motor but she has a beautiful butt that needed a little support. (Love ya, KR!) She was not going to ride beside her husband on a sportster, as I put it to her, "like as if you were riding a thong with a wheel" Its just would not have been a good look. The double standard that she shouldn't even own her motorcycle makes us chuckle. She has gotten the speech from older women riders and few biker men on their two cents about how she should just be behind her man, not next to him. She has received the "How dare you have your own bike & ride it too" glare. She takes it with a grain of salt and gets on her bike when she can escape her loving girls she calls Demons and runs small errands on her bike. And you know why she does it? BECAUSE she can! She can go riding to the store if she wants without her husband, with HER bike and with her own knees in the breeze. I respect her for trying to break that double standard on women on bikes cause no matter what year it is, sometimes you can't break BIKERS from their way of thinking. I believe in that tribe that double standard will exist till the end of time.

Topic 2: Phone calls.
Now this one can get a little ugly because men and women feel like when they call their significant other, you better be Johnny on the FUCKING spot with that send button. If your loved one is calling you better have a good damn excuse on why you didn't pick it up sooner then the third ring. And even though you love that person on the other end, you just feel like when you call they must not be doing anything important cause your not, your calling them your not busy so by all means they should not be busy either. (super long run on sentence but so is your mind when it is going on the 4th ring & one more it goes to voicemail) But who's excuse is better? This is where the double standard gets a little vague, I would say.
Lets just throw some examples out there, of what kind of excuses on why we (Penis & Vagina) can not answer our phones or text in a timely manner that satisfies our other half's.

Ex1: I didn't know you called I was busy at work.
Ex2: I am sorry I didn't answer I had screaming kids in the car/house/tub that were taking up my attention
Ex3: I worked really hard today and just fell asleep.
Ex4: I went to the bathroom, put my cell down two minutes tops, and you happen to call when I am taking a dump. (I knew I should have taken cell into bathroom, where some of us have lost our phones by dropping them into the toilet after a flush of course)
Ex5: I was on the road or driving and texting is now illegal.
Ex6: I just stepped away from my cell.

I mean these are all valid excuses given to one partner to another. But we the partners are just suppose to be like, "oh okay, cool." No instead we can receive & give comments like the following.

Ex1: You got off 2 hours ago, I know your ass can't hear the cell when your at the bar.
Ex2: Why were they screaming?
Ex3: You couldn't call me to let me know you went to bed. (Yes, sounds dumb but when your mad, you say dumb shit)
Ex4: You take the cell all the other times you go to the bathroom and you answer everyone else right away.
Ex5: I know your ass texts and drives all the time, pull the fuck over.
Ex6: Who the hell just steps away from their cell?

So, next time you call your partner in crime just try to be a little more considerate. Cause just because you are not busy....does not mean they aren't dealing with minor meltdowns, traffic or just plain potty breaks. It's just such a double standard that if you are making the money in the household than the one that just stays at home is playing Peggy Bundy on the couch. That shit was NOT real, there are so many variables on who and what is going on around at home. Housewives need to remember that the rest of the world has real jobs and sometimes your man is busy at work.
BUT both parties need to remember to fucking chill and not get upset. And I do mean BOTH PARTIES, I am not picking sides because I have been known to get all crazy for not answering. ha ha ha....shhhh was that my phone going off?

Well, I have said my peace on this for now. I mean the double standards will exists. We can try to not let them bother us and that makes us better people. Some things will never change but others just might. Who knows...... (shit where did I put my cell? ha ha)

Added: July 10, 2011: Fuck the double standard. I guess we all have to live in relationships that it is either one way but not another. Whatever is good for the Goose, is not the same for the Gander. Whatever Daddy wants to do, its okay he can do it cause he makes more money then the wife. So the wife just needs to shut the fuck up and do as she is told. I hate double standards, what a bunch of malarkey.

Thank you and good night.

**Written by Gyspy Knowles
***Side note: Its late and I am tired.

The Gypsy and her Roosters

One day I was traveling on a back road and in the distance I could see a little house set back in the distance. And other small stuctures behind it. It wasn't a house it was a small RV on the property. It looked like it hadn't moved in years. There was a palm tree in the middle of the front yard between the gate and the house with two lawn chairs under it. "What a silly place to put chairs?" I thought "Palm trees don't give off shade"

I slowed down and came to the front gate. The mail box was painted with two sugar skulls, very old school tattoo traditional, but weathered and beaten. "well that mailbox has seen better days." The gate was old and rustic. Horse shoes and an Longhorn skull were on display. Than I saw a sign right behind the gate on a post that read, "Come in, I've been expecting you."

Odd, I thought but hey they are expecting me, I could use a break from the road. I just hope they aren't serial killers or something. I went ahead and pulled into the driveway, got out of the car and opened the gate. It sure was heavy, the wheel on the corner was old and rusty making it very difficult to open it. "Well, this would keep anyone from actually coming and visiting." I chuckled to myself.

I drove up to the RV and I was right, nobody had moved this thing in years. One of the tires was missing and there was blocks holding it there. The canopy didn't look to good but the entire place felt very calm except for all the roosters crowing. I didn't hear that before but than again it was a long driveway and I did have my music blaring.

I looked around, there was a picnic table with a flower pot shaped like a rooster. Growing in it there was a plant. "No, it couldn't be? really?" I went for closer inspection. I was about to touch it and someone said. "Hello, I've been expecting you."

I jumped and turned around, "you have?"
"sure why not, I like visitors and when I unlock my gate that is when I put out my sign and expect to get company. I like company."
"Oh, so I am not the first to just come up your drive way?"
"Nope and sir you won't be the last. My name is Gypsy and my pal here is Bravo." She pointed at a beautiful Blue Leg Kelso. His feathers were clean, vibrant and full.
"Oh, my name is George but you can call me Buddy."
"George, huh." She looked at me and then her eyes went somewhere. She stared at me but not in a creepy way, I could tell she was thinking about something or someone.
"Gypsy, Are you okay?" I asked
She came back, "I am fine, my dear husband's name was George, so I will not be calling you Buddy, and we were together for a long time and he is waiting for me to join him but I think I still have a few years left in me. Besides who would tend to my roosters if I left."
"Do you mean, Bravo here?"
"No I mean my roosters in the back yard. But before you go explore, would you like a drink? You did stop and I take it you must be on a journey of some sort?"
"I would love a drink, Thank you Gypsy."

She slowly walked into the r.v. Bravo followed her.

I guess, she is odd. She sure is old and I guess she lives out here alone. It explains the shape of the fence, gate, mailbox and her home. I sat down on the picnic table and looked at that plant again. Well who is going to tell this old lady she's got a pot plant on her table? Wonder if she knows.

She walks out with a glass of tea and rolled cigarette in her mouth. "it's sweet, I shouldn't be making sweet tea anymore cause it's not healthy for me but it was MY George's favorite drink. Do you smoke pot?"
"no ma'am, I am moving to find work and had to quite. And that explains the plant." as I pointed to her porcelain rooster."
"I guess it would, huh. Well, I am going to smoke and if the cops come by after you leave, I will hunt you down and shoot you." She smiled at me. For an old lady, she had all her teeth and they were actually still white. Hell whiter than mine, I think.
"Ma'am I would never. I am a guest and would never disrespect your house or your hospitality."
"Alright then, glad we have come to an understanding."

She lite up and smoked, I sipped my tea. It was delicious. "This by far is the best sweet tea I have ever had."
"Thank you, young man. Guess all George's like my tea."
"May I ask what happened to your husband, Gypsy?"
"Yes you may. Old age happened. He left me in our sleep a couple years ago, we lead a very nomadic life, hence my nickname GYPSY and it was a wonderful loving loyal life we lead."
"sorry to hear that."
"sorry about what, young man, that he died? It happens, when Death comes for you, He will come. He came for my husband and one day he will visit me and later on in life, he will come for you. So don't be sorry or feel sad for me. We had a great adventure together and I will not ever forget him and I would do it all over again."
We sat there in silence for awhile, she was right and what could I say. klio
She put out her joint and she asked me, "would you like a tour of the farm?"
"Sure."
She got up from the other side of the table and started giving me the tour. This is their home for many years on the road, till they bought this piece of land and parked it. The palm tree and chairs, in front of the house, was an inside joke they shared with each other about waiting for the ocean to come to them. They had traveled all over the United States, going to Tattoo conventions, cause George was a Tattoo artist. I might be able to see some of his flash in shops now because even after he passed she still goes out to some conventions and sells his work. They have 3 boys and only 2 of them come and make sure she is still alive. One is a tattoo artist and the other one is high school football couch after his brief career in the NFL. We walked around the back, she had a small porch with more porcelain rooster pots but these were full of flowers. She had a small greenhouse that held all her vegetables and fruits that helps with her food costs as she told it. Sometimes she likes to make salsa and sell it but that is only if her best friend Hippie comes by and visits. There was a tree line after behind the greenhouse and you can hear the roosters and chickens a lot louder now. The trees were fruit and nut bearing trees. Pecans, Lemons, Apples, peaches and pears. She would sometimes pick them or hire people to come pick her trees for a little bit of pocket cash, once again, her words.
But than she stated, "But these are my money makers right here." She pointed past the tree line. "And let me tell you once again, IF YOU CALL THE COPS, I will hunt you down, shoot you and feed you to pigs, cause I have a pig farmer for a friend." This time her smile was a little creepy with a hint of evil witch.
"No ma'am, once again, I would never disrespect."
"Good."
"I have been raising roosters and hens since we parked the r.v. When we finally decided to stop traveling so much and my husband's hands could no longer tattoo hours on end, we bought this land, took our savings and built the greenhouse, planted the trees and bought our first 3 breeds of the yard bird. He could only help out once in awhile depending on how he felt that day, but my husband always lived in pain and even when I told him I could take care of the rest he would always stay outside with me as we built up our property. Making sure my tea glass was always full. Now I have about 12 breeds of yard bird and all of them are just as loved as my first. I sell them to other farmers and some of my hens get slaughtered and are taken to the local butcher shop. EGGS I have eggs. And I will be sending some with you before you go by the way."
"okay." was I suppose to say no?
"Some gentlemen come by my house to buy roosters to fight. BUT I am not responsible for my birds after money has exchanged hands. I do not sell them roosters if they tell me they are going to fight them because COPS like to be tricky like that and get me to sell them a bird after they tell me shit like that. PSHHH I was born at night but not last night, stupid pigs! But that is besides the point. I just know that some of the ladies and gentlemen that come by are not all what they say they are. I am an old lady, not a DUMB OLD LADY. But either way, I sell my salsa with my friend, I let folks come by and pick off my trees for a little cash, sell eggs at the farmers market every other Saturday, slaughter my hens for the butcher and sell Roosters. And at the end of the day, Bravo and I are beat."

"well, you have quite the operation here for being all alone."
"I am not alone, I have Bravo and my 380 to keep my company so when people think they can take advantage of me, I can just shoot them in the face."
"well, that's a little harsh, but I understand."
"My husband taught me a lot, and one of things he was a firm believer in was 'this is not the playground this is real life and let the best person win."
"I see."
"I might be old, like I said, but I am not helpless, I am blessed everyday I wake up to hear Bravo crowing at the sunlight. I am not alone, I have people come by during different times of the year to visit. Like you, I put the sign out cause I just knew a your traveling soul was tired and thirsty and curious. So I was expecting you."

We had walked back to the front yard and I drank the rest of my tea.

"Well Gypsy, you have a nice little operation going on for yourself. If I may, I would like to stop by again in the future and visit again."

"young man, your more than welcome to come back any time. With a name like George, you can come back anytime. But I recommend you come in the Spring if you like peaches cause I make some really good peach sweet tea. I just ask two things from you. Please close my gate when you leave and don't call the cops, I am just too old for court dates, court costs and bullshit pigs and judges. Like you said, I have a small operation here and it helps me get through until Death comes for me."

"It was a pleasure. Is there any way I can get a to-go cup of your tea?"
"yes, there is."

She disappeared inside and came back out with a big cup of tea and small cooler. "Here are those eggs and some cooked chicken. you can have the cup and cooler,they are a dime a dozen. My fellow gypsy friends and travelers always know I like to have spare coolers so they bring me back the coolers and to-go cups all the time. Be careful on your journeys George and have a wonderful day."

"Likewise Gypsy."

I am glad I stopped. The old lady and her roosters was one of the most memorable stops of my journey. I think I just might have to come back one day and bring her back her cooler and have some more of that sweet tea.



**This Blog is dedicated to my hard working Husband George. I love you baby and miss you so much when we are apart. I am honored to be your wife.**

Dessert.......

I thought I would love the dessert but hell now I know why people don't stay here. IT SUCKS.

The dessert does not have water, and since the Rio Grande is no longer a river but a creek than the water here is just horrible. My hair here sucks.

I am over this whole dry air and bad water. My hair is horrible, my hands are super dry and my eyes are killing me with all the sand, dust and microorganisms that travel in these sand storms.

Dear Dessert,

You can be so over rated.

That is all,

Meet Him in OUR Dreams

My son does not live with me due to unfortunate circumstances. So I started something for us to do when we are away from each other.

We meet each other in our dreams. This has been very priceless and another way for us to feel connected. My new found friend here in El Paso loves my idea and thinks I can make a children's book out of it.

So I am going to share some of our dreams we have shared in the past few months.

1. We met at the Beach, we played in the sand and built a sand castle.
2. We went to the Zoo and vistited the spider monkeys, Tigers, Lions, Panthers and The Snakes. We ate popcorn.
3. We went to the carnival and rode the merry go round. We walked around the cos way and played games and ate cotton candy and carmel apples.
4. We also went on a train ride to the North Pole (he had watched the Movie Polar Express)
5. We went back to the North Pole and we built a snow man like Frosty. We had a hat, a carrot for his nose, coals for his eyes and rocks for his buttons. (El Paso had just had snow days)
6. Pirates. We (George, Me, Agustin and Rupert, his stuffed animal dog) We were all Pirates on our ship we named She-ra, Rupert was our Pirate Pet, Mami was the cook of the crew, Mijo was 2nd in command and George was El Captain Tattoo. We named our canon He-Man and we are all had a great adventure on the high seas.

These are some of our dreams. As we create more dreams to meet in, his imagination grows and I think that is the best quality of making these dreams.
We are always looking for our next dream adventure so if anyone has any suggestions let me know. I am going to suggest we go to the moon and be astronauts.

And when we part ways or get off the phone now, Mijo always asks me, "Mami, where are we gonna dream next?" So, he is enjoying this as much as I.

Sweet Dreams Mijo and see you in our dreams.

Las Chismosas

Several years ago one of my Tias gave me a necklace with two Indian ladies sitting with their backs towards me. She had just come back from living in New Mexico, she loved the piece and it was gifted to me. I loved that necklace, I believed it was two sisters going at it with "The Chisme" of all those around them. I have sisters and when we get together for my coffee and my youngest sister pumpkin or banana bread, let the fun begin.



We are all guilty of the Chisme or gossip. Who isn't? Hell the first part of most of my conversations with my sisters or best friends usually starts with the gossip of all the people we know. But some of the bad gossip I hear stops with my lips. There is no reason to continue bad, negative and evil talk about people. Why even bring that kind of negative energy to yourself by letting your loose lips speak ill about others.

The definition of Gossip, according to dictionary.com:
As a noun:
- idle talk or rumor, especially about the personal or private affairs of others
- light, familiar talk or writing.
- Also, gos·sip·er, gos·sip·per. a person given to tattling or idle talk.

As a verb (used without object)
- to talk idly, especially about the affairs of others; go about tattling.

Some of the definitions have been omitted because I am gossiping about gossip.
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/gossip

As I was researching my topic, I was looking for the image of the two sisters and came across a lot of painters who have interpreted "Las Chismosas" in their own way. It does take two to start gossip so there is always two in a print but some have more than two and have several in their artwork.





If you Google or bing, "Las Chismosas" you can see several images on the topic itself. I love the Spanish and Central American artist out there and their prints.

Before there were books and blogs, families had to pass their history through song and story telling. The elders would sit with the youth and re site their history about their ancestors. The stories would be told, retold and told again through many lips in order to keep your family history alive.

We still do that in our society, we tell stories about how our grand parents met, where they came, how they lived, where they were born, where they were raised and so forth. So not all gossip is evil. Like all history it begins with a one single word.

Malicious gossip has only one purpose to destroy lives, whether it is true or untrue. It can hurt. If you spread this kind of gossip than your sole purpose is to be evil, destructive and hateful. If you have nothing nice to say about one person and you find joy in trying to destroy others lives than you have to watch out because Karma is always listening.

Your evil snake tongue will one day get you in trouble. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions but negative opinions that are spoken out loud can come back and bite you in the ass. I am guilty of this, what teenage girl isn't? I was spreading evil gossip as a youth and one day it caught up to me in violent way. The only one that got hurt in the long run was me.

Have I stopped speaking ill of others, well.....yes and no. Sometimes I just know if I open my mouth with the evil thoughts I am having I will get mine in the end. So instead, I keep them as thougths and do not share them with others. For that way it can not be spread for I try to live with the elementary theory of "If you have nothing nice to say, DON'T say anything at all." My thoughts are my thoughts and the only other person that hears them is me and God. For one day I will have to answer to him and than I can explain to him where I was coming from. Besides I do not need any negative energy coming to me. So I try to keep my unpleasant thougths to myself because as soon as I share them they can be spread as untrue rumors that were spoken by me and spread by others. I can not have that kind of negativity following me.

So to answer my question, Have I stopped speaking ill of others? Yes, I do not let my lips spread detrimental gossip of others. No, I can formulate my own opinion and keep it to myself.

Right before my husband and I made our way to the Sun City, my necklace broke. My two gossiping sisters broke. I was heartbroken because it was gifted to me by my Tia and it was something I held dear. But I also think it was a bit of a sign we came to a town of loose lips. It is hard not to get thrown into a snake pit as a scorpion misplaced in the dessert. I try not to let their snake tongues influence my life. I can formulate my own observations.

"Las Chismosas" necklace was my inspiration for this blog post and to this day I am upset it broke. Whether it broke to send me a message about my future or it broke because it fell, I will never know. I am a firm believer that "Things happen for a reason." and my husband has also placed the thought of "Loose Lips, Sink Ships."

LET THE GOSSIP BEGIN......Maybe. As long as every time you speak of someone in a good light than chit chat away. If you are one to speak ill of others than let your snake tongue bite your own ass.

Bed Hogging

When you finally find that one person to share your life with it comes with its ups and downs. Loving someone for their flaws and them loving you for yours.

Not only are you going to walk your life with someone hand in hand you must learn your pre-school education of sharing is caring. You have to share bathroom counter space, the television remote as well as the big one, THE BED!!

There are good things that come with sharing the bed, like mattress dancing. Now that is always fun. :)

But there are times when it seems like one partner is taking up all the room in bed. He or she is bed hogging, maybe not intentionally but it happens. When a man works all day being the bread winner of the family, sometimes his woman might need to remember the following. He is the one waking up before the sun comes up, commuting through traffic full of other half asleep men, working, driving back and coming home right before the sun goes down. So if he takes a majority of the bed than why even bitch?

Now if the lady is taking up the bed maybe the men in their lives need to remember the following. If there is children in the equation than she is running around after these little people. Loading and unloading and taking them where they need to go. Laundry, dishes and cleaning is an unending chore that is done daily, if you married the right woman that is. Having a different menu for the week so you don't get sick of just having hot dogs or spagetti every week for the rest of your life. That is a task on its own. So if she takes a majority of the bed than why even bitch?

At the end of the day, just remember that both of you are working just as hard to maintain a beautiful family. Everyone is doing their part and as long as someone gets a good night sleep to accomplish another day. And bed hogging will just be one of those little things one day you will miss when its been years of sharing and one of you has parted to the after life.

The Shadow Demons

There I was standing in a house that I have been in before. Friends and family were around us. And I knew that there was an evil presence in the area. A gentlemen was waiting for his soul to be taken due to his deal he made with the Devil. This gentleman's presence was the reason we were all uneasy. His mood was one of impatience and fear. As I kept going through the house, and watching the other men talk to the damned man. I felt dispair and loss. By the time I walked out side again, I saw the Damned Man talk to the Soul Collector. I heard the Soul Collector tell the Damned Man his soul is safe for now.

I walked back into the house and it the presence of Evil had thickened. I grabbed the child and headed to the room with my sister. She was folding her clothes, going about her daily chores. I told her I did not feel safe in the house and we should pray. She showed no signs of fear but could feel the a presence in the house as well. I told her we should say the Lord's Prayer and the child in my arms spoke, "That prayer will not keep them away." I held the child closer to my chest and began to pray. "Jesus, Our Lord and Savior, protect us from the evil. Do not let anything happen to us" As I continued to try to find the words to ward the evil away the evil was beginning to get stronger and grow in the room. I held the child closer, holding back my tears from fear. The room was glowing red and Shadow Demons appeared. They were approaching my sister. I watched them get closer a began screaming at her to get away and come closer to me but she did not move. She was in a trance. And I could not move to grab her. The Shadow Demons danced around her. Her human form disappeared and she too became a shadow on the wall. They took her way and all I could do is watch in terror as she disappeared into the corner of fire. The last thing I heard from her was her laughter. And the room went back to normal, I set the child down for I could finally move. I was crying for my prayers could not save her.
And then I woke up.

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