Archive for April, 2008

Apr 17

From the Archives: Nominate me for the Nobel Peace Prize

Originally posted April 17th, 2007.

Seriously. I have figured out some serious shit today.

In reading the book The Sweet Potato Queens?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢ Field Guide to Men: Every Man I Love Is Either Married, Gay, or Dead the author talks about ?¢‚Ǩ?ìMan Ears?¢‚Ǩ¬ù.

To quickly sum up – Man Ears is what all men have that make it so that everything we say somehow becomes an invitation for sex. Example: ?¢‚Ǩ?ìLet?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s watch a movie?¢‚Ǩ¬ù becomes ?¢‚Ǩ?ìI want to watch nasty porn with you and have sex with you while watching it?¢‚Ǩ¬ù Example: ?¢‚Ǩ?ìWould you pass me the newspaper please??¢‚Ǩ¬ù becomes ?¢‚Ǩ?ìI will give you a blow job?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

You get the idea.

So today, I get the following email from my brother Professor (of ?¢‚Ǩ?ìHi I?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢m Prof, wanna fuck??¢‚Ǩ¬ù famed pick up line – only continuing to prove the ?¢‚Ǩ?ìMan Ears?¢‚Ǩ¬ù theory):

?¢‚Ǩ?ìWhen are you moving?? I saw Dad yesterday and he said he knew nothing about you moving until last Saturday when he was at Gma?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s.?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

My response to him was:

?¢‚Ǩ?ìThat?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s because he doesn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t listen – I told him in January, Mrs. Forbes mentioned it February, and when she mentioned it he had no idea what she was talking about, she thought she?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢d said something wrong. By the time I talk to him again he will probably have forgotten about it again. Granted, it?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s not like it?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s the most important thing going on in his world right now but still?¢‚Ǩ¬¶ its?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢ just situation normal on that memory thing.?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

To which he replied that he figured this was the case, and I replied that I figured he figured, and we went on to rag on Dad?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s girlfriend and such, as is sport whenever two or more of my family are gathered?¢‚Ǩ¬¶.

But I digress. (shocking)

I began to ponder just why it was that my father was incapable of retaining details that I shared with him.

And then it hit me.

Man Ears!

Man Ears are programmed to turn everything a woman says into an invitation for sex. Now CLEARLY it is inappropriate for a father to hear something his baby girl says and turn it into an invitation for sex. THEREFORE, I can only conclude that what happens is that when a daughter says something to her father, the Man Ears kick in, sending a whole bunch of feedback sounding noise from the Man Ears to the brain, overloading the Man Ears ?¢‚Ǩ?ìI hear sex invitations only?¢‚Ǩ¬ù receptors with noise rather than the actual words the daughter is saying.

THIS is why fathers and daughters can?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t communicate.

I am ready for my Peace Prize now.

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Apr 16

This is Why I Hate Bitches

This is a guest post by VDog from VDog & Little Man.

I’m one of those girls that has always been better friends with guys. (Hey, you don’t get a nickname like VDog from hanging out with chicks.) Always had more guy friends, always felt more comfortable around dudes.

Why? I don’t trust bitches. Or maybe it’s that they don’t trust me. I don’t know. Either way, me and the womens just don’t generally get along.

Growing up, the other girls and I always had issues — always centered around insecurities. As far as I knew, things were cool. And then the gossiping would begin. And the backstabbing. And the playing both sides of the fence. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, girls would stop talking to me. Girls would be making fun of my large ass (yeah, even as a kid I had the badonkadonk). And I would be left hurt, confused and with less friends.

Two events that exemplify my experience:

Freshman year, Sophomore boyfriend, new BFF. We were thisclose after I put all my trust in her, because it seemed like we were great friends. Seemed being the imperative word. After she fucked him a couple of times and decided, “HEY! I feel guilty about it! Let me tell some other bitches!” Word got back to me and well…that was that. (Icing? I was a virgin and *he* let everyone believe he was doing BOTH of us. Niiiihhiiice. Asshole.)

Sophomore year, other bitches, my sixteenth birthday party. I developed a group of friends, also known as a “clique” after a harrowing few years with “friends” in junior high and freshman year. About fifteen girls said, “oh, of course we’re coming to your party!” Mind you, my birthday is December 18. One week before Christmas. People don’t come to birthday parties that close to the holidays. (AFF knows what I’m talking about.)
Anyway, the day comes, the party prep has all been done. The appointed time arrives and nothing. No one. Finally, one girl shows up. ONE GIRL. Not even one of my “closest” friends. She stays for about a half an hour, sitting on the couch with me, feeling sorry for me. I call one of my “friends” and her dad says, “Oh, she and Tiffany and [some other bitches] went to the Out of Order show.” Yes, I still remember the band. And I still get nervous that no one will show up to my birthday party.

After those experiences, plus many others that I could recount for you, I learned to stick with my male friends and women friends who also mainly hung out with dudes. And lesbians. Lesbians love me and I love them. I have had lesbian friends literally since at least second grade (hi Hannah!).

I like my relationships to be simple and straightforward. I just really can’t stand DRAMA. I can’t stand someone saying one thing to me, and then telling another person something else, which inevitably ends up finding it’s way back to me in the form of gossip. Be straight with me and I’ll be straight with you. I don’t have the time or energy to play games.

Three years ago, I met an amazing woman I call Cracker #4. She is the first woman to make me believe in women. All of her friends have always been women. I was SHOCKED by this. SHOCKED! “Are you sure?” I asked her. I was incredulous that she’d never been royally screwed over by women, when that’s been the story of my female friendships life.

After becoming a mother, I found gobs and gobs of women to whom I could relate. We had plenty to talk about. I was starting to feel secure in the sisterhood for once. I was navigating murky waters of trusting women who I had no reason in my right mind to trust again.

And then it happened. Double talk. Jealousy. Acting nice to my face while talking smack behind my back. ARGH!!!

It’s enough to make this girl go back into her comfort zone. And I really, really don’t want to. I am enjoying the womenfolk. I am learning to love trusting women again. It is so hard and so heartbreaking for me to be having these feelings again.

What’s a girl to do? Act like I don’t know she’s talking smack behind my back? Start to ignore her/don’t return calls? I really like this woman and am just flabbergasted. ARGH!!!

I feel like this probably isn’t my best writing, but right now I’m in it. I feel like when you’re in the moment of these heated emotions, it’s hard to think straight, let alone write well. Hopefully y’all will be kind to me and see my point of view.

I’m not sure when Dawn will be back, but thanks girl for letting me vent on your blog! Maybe I’ll come back real soon to do it again.

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Apr 15

I’m off

On the road again. Me n the Kaiser, 560 miles. Back to the land of crazy. I’m writing to you from the CUTEST Days Inn on the planet. It’s the Lodge style with big wood beds and the throw pillows have freaking BEARS on them. Alex is trying to climb the ladder back bed.

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There was popcorn in the lobby, so we got a bag and sat on the bed eating it. Alex had these BIG eyes and looked like it was Christmas morning. About the time I realized it was WAY gross to eat anything off a hotel bedspread, he crawled in my lap and was soaked in his own pee – which meant the bedspread was soaked – which totally proved my point.

Now he’s trying to climb ME. Better try to help to sleep like a good mommy.

I’m leaving you with VDog, archived posts and a little bit of me as I can make it to the computer from the dialup. Sigh.

Wish me luck, and have fun!

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Apr 14

NaNoWriMonday – 3:7

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LaVerne thought on this. ?¢‚Ǩ?ìSo long I cared for her. I brushed her hair, I braided her hair, I made sure she was dressed appropriately for school. I fretted over her. I criticized her when she put on weight, I saw the hurt in her eyes when I did it. I even wrote her an apology for it.”

?¢‚Ǩ?ìYou were hard on her, but she will remember it.” LaVerne looked sad here. ?¢‚Ǩ?ìI do not mean that she will remember you were harsh, I mean she will remember that you said you sorry when you were wrong. You were her elder, her matriarch and you showed her it was okay to realize you had made a mistake and to ask for forgiveness. That is a powerful lesson for a girl as stubborn and bullheaded as she is. She will find many times in her life that she will need to ask forgiveness and your example has shown her that it is safe and also right to do so. Without that example she might well stay quiet at many times in her life when she would have spoken up. It will save her heartbreak because you showed her how to be a woman and admit when you were wrong. She will see your faults in herself but it will help her feel closer to you. It will also help her correct those faults so she does not pass them on as you did. ?¢‚Ǩ?ì Again LaVerne looked sad as if she had done wrong. ?¢‚Ǩ?ìYou are not perfect my daughter. ?¢‚Ǩ?ì Leta laughed. ?¢‚Ǩ?ìYou were not supposed to be perfect, so let go of the idea that you were less because you were not always the ideal woman. That is what they were telling you before when it came to your physical self. You have never been less, you have been so hard on yourself, as we all have. But you are a perfect you, there was no one else exactly like you. You will continue to be your perfect you and as you learn to love that perfect you, you will learn to love the mother better as well. That is the main lesson here. Learn to love yourself so you can love the mother better. She made you, she knew what she was doing.?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

?¢‚Ǩ?ìYou are different now Mother.?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

?¢‚Ǩ?ìI have had fifty years of learning while I was waiting for you daughter, I should hope that I am somewhat changed from you I left you. I hope you will find me changed for the better, with some peace and acceptance and perhaps even an occasional sock out of place, although don?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t expect much else to be out of place. I have few things, but what I have I love. That lesson of enough is a little bit of paradise to me now.?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

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Apr 13

Weekly Winners

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One year ago today, this little guy had a due date. He ignored it and proceeded on his own time frame. Nothing has changed yet!

The big boy carseat. Somehow he looks older to me here.

Here’s he’s sleeping – look at his feet :)

(my flash has been acting up – sorry it’s so dark)

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Apr 12

Protected: How to Bury a Mortician

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Apr 11

Haiku 47

Haiku Friday

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Yes, that has five syllables?Ǭ†

I love you, my scale?Ǭ†

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Apr 10

Protected: Ultimate Personal Soundtrack For Daddy Mourning

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Apr 09

Protected: Oh Easter, You are Such a Bitch

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Apr 08

Protected: Blogversary

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Apr 07

NaNoWriMonday – 3:6

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?¢‚Ǩ?ìI think it doesn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t matter. We lived our life. We both kept small lives. Mine smaller than yours. We kept small lives, we had what we needed, and demanded that we determine harshly what we wanted that we actually acquired. It was a different time than now.?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

?¢‚Ǩ?ìI worry about my girls.?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

?¢‚Ǩ?ìOf course you do. That?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s what we do. That?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s the mother, we worry, she worries, they will worry too. We will watch over them, you will watch over them. It will be okay.?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

?¢‚Ǩ?ìWhat is this place??¢‚Ǩ¬ù

?¢‚Ǩ?ìIt is home. It looks like the old home as far as we can tell from the old pictures and from Belle and Ellen?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s memories. We live here, we work here.?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

?¢‚Ǩ?ìWhy is there work? Why is there still work? I thought we would be done with work by now.?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

?¢‚Ǩ?ìWe work to keep busy. It?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s not hard work, it?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s work to stay occupied. It?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s work to stay busy. It?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s not work that has to be done so there isn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t an immediacy to it. Mother Abby often darns socks, I do needlework. The other?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s choose something to do. I believe the modern girls would call it a stitch and b… a stitch and .. bi… well. you know. We stay together and do little projects. Only things that make us feel peaceful. I never thought I?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢d be darning socks in the afterlife, but now I do it because it reminds me of how resourceful we were in life, how peaceful I felt knowing there was enough. How peaceful I felt when I knew what the personal definition of enough was.”

?¢‚Ǩ?ìI think my girl has learned that lesson better than most of the modern girls.?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

?¢‚Ǩ?ìYes, your youngest girl has a gift. She has a connection to us all that has not been seen in anyone else in our line. It?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s as if she reaches out to us with every glance at a picture, with every walk through the cemetery, with ever stroke of her fingers on the keyboard as she writes our history for us. She feels us keenly when she is sleeping, and she carries some of that with her as she wakes. She is a remarkable girl. ?¢‚Ǩ?ì

?¢‚Ǩ?ìShe is getting married isn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t she??¢‚Ǩ¬ù

?¢‚Ǩ?ìYes, in six weeks time. She bought her wedding dress the day before you came to us.”

?¢‚Ǩ?ìSomehow I knew. I don’t know how I knew but I did. I hadn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t seen in her years, she thought I was too far gone to see, and she rarely traveled anywhere near me anyway. But I knew she was happy, I knew she was safe, it was part of what helped me to let go.?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

?¢‚Ǩ?ìYes, your work was done. She will be married. She will do the right thing in her life.?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

?¢‚Ǩ?ìHow do we watch them?”

“We can see them through this doorway, it isn’t always clear, but we are like a house that no one notices. We are the neighbor who happens to see all the neighborhood gossip happening our their window while doing dishes. We will be able to watch these last two girls as they live their life. Sometimes they will sense that we are near, not often, because they would not pay attention if it happened enough to be regular.?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

?¢‚Ǩ?ìThey youngest knows for sure, she sensed things when Charles died that no one else did. She is aware of things that I never paid attention to.?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

?¢‚Ǩ?ìYou were busy, she is a child of the stars and the sky. She is a flighty thing only rooted to the ground by her man and her intelligence. And us. As wispy as we are, we help to keep her grounded. We are the heaviness in her feet that keeps her rooted firmly in her home and on the ground.?¢‚Ǩ¬ù

?¢‚Ǩ?ìHeaviness??¢‚Ǩ¬ù

?¢‚Ǩ?ìI don?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t mean that in a negative way. I don?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t mean it like I would if I said we gave her a heavy heart. The heaviness in her feet is what I mean when I refer to the security that she feels. If she felt that she would fly away, she would never risk a dream or a thought that was not practical. Since she feels so grounded, she can take all the larks she wants to in her mind, she can think of far off places, she can be free to roam and learn and dream and do whatever she pleases. It is also what frees her to be able to look for us. If she were busy doing housework and cleaning all the day long she would never be looking for us, Since she is seeking us she will find us many times and in many different ways. She will see herself in you, she will carry parts of you as a talisman against the world and as part of the heaviness that will keep her rooted. She will feel the lines of women standing behind her when she births her child, when she cares for him, when she faces what life has to offer that is hard, she will know we are there. You have taught her well, she will succeed. You will be proud. ?¢‚Ǩ?ì

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Apr 06

Funny if you are a high school boy

… or just think like one …

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from my friend Dorothy, who was stuck at DTW. Dedicated to Hotfessional.

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Apr 05

Grandy’s in Da Houssssssssse

Hellooooo?

Is anyone home??

No? Well the door was open, I wonder if Dawn wanted me to let myself in? Well I promised I would check in on the place while she was gone, so I guess I should.

Wow…will ya get a look at this place? Look at all the beautiful pictures. That Alex is sure a cute kid. Mom’s not so bad either. What a brave woman to take pictures of herself, first thing in the morning, in her bath robe. Don’t worry Dawn, I sing that “Boobs Hang Low” song myself…you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself…you’re beautiful.

I could definitely stand to take a few pointers. This woman even has a trophy case over there. Good Grief!! Functional Shmunctional needs some learnin’ shmearnin’. Alright, putting envy and awe away now. Wait…WTF?…Grandy’s not on her blog roll? What-EVER!! I see how it is. Grandy will have to try to find a way to add that herself.

So, when blog-sitting, is it wrong to look in the fridge? You won’t tell, will you? Alrightty then, let’s look.

Ouch…how did I miss seeing that block? Yikes…that knee on the coffee table is going to leave a mark. Crap!…I’m down. Hey, I wonder if Dawn knows there’s one shoe under this sofa? Wonder how long she’s been looking for that?

Ewwww…is that as thong under there? Put it back Grandy…no one else saw that. Right on DAWN!! Get it girly!!

Now where was I before my stumble bumble? Oh yea, snoopin’ in the fridge. HUH! What is that? Damn, is she one of those healthy eaters? Bitch has to have some cookies around here somewhere. Cake? Ohhhh ICE CREAM!! SCORE!

Wait…there’s a bar too? Oh screw the ice cream, we’re mixin drinks. Martini anyone?? They’ll never notice…promise! One olive or two? Better make it two.

Wow…what’s down this hall? Oh, Alex’s room? C.U.T.E! Did I mention this kid is adorable? What lucky parents indeed.

What, my drink’s gone already? We can’t have that. Let’s make it in a bigger glass this time. Yummy!! 3 olives it is!!!

What was that noise? Something behind the closed door? Need a weapon. Ah…found a broom (note to self…use this to sweep up those dust bunnies under the couch). Hellooo??? Who’s there? I have a WEAPON!! *In a whisper* Who else knows they’re gone? Oh, that’s right, the whole damn blog world!! Well…I vowed I would protect this place and that’s what I’m gonna do…after I finish this drink. **Hickup**

Alright, futher mucker, I’m comin’ in and openin’ a can o whoop on your a$$. **Running through bedroom door** AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Nothing? What was that noise then? Oh sure…who ever watched this place yesterday left both the front door and the window open? N.I.C.E.! Whoa-wha? Why are there pictures of Lotus’ boobs everywhere? HUH!

Whew, that scared me enough to need just one more drink. Maybe just one more olive. Oh yea, need to sweep up those dust bunnies for Dawn. Don’t know if she’ll appreciate it, or even notice. Woops! There’s that thong again! Cute color!!

While I’m at it, I’ll water her plants. Crap, poured some martini into it, instead of the water. What a waste. Hope it doesn’t kill the plant. *Bumping coffee table again* Ouch! Dang thing!! *Breaking figurine* Suck! Hope it wasn’t important…maybe she won’t notice. Whew! I’m tired!! This blog-sitting thing will wear you out. And I was only tidying up a little.

I need a nap…I’ll just lay down for…just…a…minute.

Crap!! Dawn’s home? I was only out for a…wait…what time is it? What DAY is it?

Better get outta here fast. Sneak out the back window…yeah…that’s what I’ll do.

See y’all back at my house. Hope she lets me come back!!

Oh, and remember…what happens at Dawn’s house stays at Dawn’s house!! If not, I’ll hunt you down and gut ya return the favor.

Anyone else need a blog-sitter? Cheap at half the price!!

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