MY PERFECT CHRISTMAS!
This all started with the lost ticket, from Greyhound, leaving me stranded, broke, and destitute, in Salt Lake City, Utah, the birthplace, of my fight over preserving, defending and protecting the United States Constitution, the only oath, to the only, thing, that, I as an attorney, and officer of the courts, took a pledge to do, landing me, smack dab in the center, of going up against cops, prosecutors, judges, the government, the Patriot Act, and everything associated with that, from Homeland Security, to the Department of Justice, and all the rank and file of federal cops, prosecutors, and all that pertains to and communes, and not being one to give up any fight, that starting place, launched me into the next, 20 years of a cold war, to preserve the republican form of government, running up against a democracy, which was not, the way the founding fathers wanted to go, in picking out presidential candidate. This venture, has split me from my birth family, my friends, associates and clients, the bar association, the very membership, I took the oath to defend, and divorcing me from, state to state, as I have been pursued, for doing the very thing, that, all attorneys and tons of other elected, hired, and appointed, civil servants, have been charged to do.
So, I was basically, stranded for about 9 days, until my friend, purchased me a ticket to Seattle, to come help him with some, legal issues, and for other fun and games! Which will come in later in the story, going in chronological order. But, the true magic, of that lost ticket, that was in contention, ever since, last October, coming to issue, in December, to allow me to get back up to Missoula, Montana, became the focal point, of keeping me, in Salt Lake, creating, the situation for the perfect Christmas, in my eyes, but, probably not in most other people's eyes. So, one of the thing, both God and law school does, is they take you down, to the ground, pound the shit out of you, take away everything you previously thought, about, law, life, learning and Christmas, and help you learn to think, differently, higher, better, more complex, in paradoxes, oxymoron twists, parables, and basically, mind fucking you, changing you into a better human being! It took the bus ride, of about 24 hours, to Seattle, to realize, what I had just been through, the refiners fire! While not going peacefully, into the night, it was the single, light, a reading light, over the man's chair in front of me, that reminded me of the Star of David, that shined over Shepard's Field's, with the Mother Mary, Father Joseph, and the holy babe, wrapped in swaddling clothes, laying in a manger, being honored by angels on high, and wise men bearing gifts, on that cold, winter night, as, the Silent Night, brought the Son of God, who might, teach a better way, a more pure way, of living and relating to others, and to save us all from the sins, taint, dirt, and depravity of this earthly life, serving as the intercessory, the advocate with our Father in Heaven, pleading out case, before the judgment seat!
TIME WITH ONE OF MY PRECIOUS SONS
I generally, buzz through, town, with maybe a 2 hour break in Salt Lake, leaving not enough time, to visit with my Salt Lake City, rock star, college student, working son, Elliot! He is much, like his mother, who, has the capacity, energy, and stamina, to do a million things at once, juggling, and intricate, complicated and almost impossible schedule, with ease, style and comfort, and to shocking, high standards of performance in all areas, making it all appear, so easy! He also takes time to, party, and take his girlfriend, Lauren, to a yurt, up in the Uintah's, for some Christmas, romance, without missing a beat! So, that was, the first part of my perfect Christmas, in a surprise layover, of 8 days, not knowing that at the time, I just happened to get stuck, during my birthday, so, as luck would have it, Elliot texted me and called. Now, I know, he is busy and hell, and being, much, like the type of parent, that I wish the government would be in our lives, I like to do the least intrusive means of relating to my kids, so as to minimize, any conflicts with in-laws, or to be a burden, or to otherwise, be the nosey, bitchy, mother or mother-in-law! But, it so happened, that, this black college student, came around, and saved me from starving, sharing his granola bars with me, and later coming to sit by me, at first in my general, thanks for the granola bar, but, no thanks for the company, fashion, but, I felt beholden to him, being the very grateful, person that I am, so I tolerated his company . . .
This young man, coming from Compton, California, being the offspring of a drug dealer, and the other, two parts of the triplets, were adopted by a Mormon couple, at birth, when his mother could not handle the kids alone, ending up, graduating from high school, the top three students in their high school, all getting accepted to Ivy League, colleges and universities! Very impressive and we had college, education, and true crime TV shows in common, so, I took one of my ear buds and gave him, one, and we watched and bonded over murder, mayhem, and the underbelly of the serial killer world! LOL! His adopted mother, is dying of cancer, so, I was, flattered, when, he compared me to his mother, in fun, caring and bonding. He, brought up the suggestion, to call my son, and get him to bring us a pizza. I am particularly, sensitive, around Christmas, to postulating, my own birthday, to bow to Christmas demands, and I have been that way, from the time, I learned that, Santa Clause, is a magical fun, part of Christmas, but it is parents who have to buy, all my other 7 brothers' and sisters', Christmas presents, so needless to say, I was not crazy about, calling my son, and telling him, to bring me and this dude, pizza. But, he was, over 6' tall and built like a big ass football player, and still a growing boy, and starving! I tried to get out of it, by saying my son is suppose to call me, and then I will ask him . . . but, something, truly cool and amazing happened, in this son to son, combo, of him, taking care of me with food, and me, being like a mother figure to him, turning all things around, with my son, thanking him, for taking care of his mother, and thanking him, with a pizza, as, he whisked me off to his cozy, warm, loving and entertaining, sweet home, with girlfriend, making Christmas cheer, heart shaped, sugar cookies, and just being able to spend time with my own, holy, son, missing my other sons and daughters, but this is the one, that it is hardest to get with! BLESSED!
FUN IN THE CITY--CITY SIDEWALK, BUSY SIDEWALKS, BRINGING HOLIDAY CHEER!
It's been a long, time since I have been right downtown, Salt Lake City, Utah, and I will admit, even though, me and the state of Mormon, have had our issues, lawsuits, and such, Christmas was done up right, City Creek Mall, was absolutely beautiful, the Grande America Hotel, glistening with Christmas shine, and what used to be, just going to Salt Lake, to see the lights at Temple Square, had expanded to the whole downtown area, bringing tons of families, to ride the TRAX and see the Christmas lights, or attend a concert, or just shop the great, malls, just across the street from each other . . . big city, fun, big city lights, and Salt Lake is coming of age. Twenty years ago, I wanted to go to Chicago, to have a big city, life experience, which I did, but, hey, Salt Lake is getting there, rivaling, the neon lights, electric signs and high tech, skyline! I love PUBIC TRANSIT, and TRAX is fucking amazing. Now, someone at the bus terminal, told me, that the BLUE LINE, going right in front of the bus terminal, to downtown, and all the way to Draper, which is so cool, was FREE? Great, but, I am still not sure. I loved one of the signs, HOT SPOTS IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES! and the electric train line, seemed just the right ticket, as the local SLPD, realized that their number one nemesis was back on home turf, starting the network of terror, harassment, intimidation, to make sure that I don't move back to the city, which I was considering! LOL! OH, WHAT FUN . . . ESCAPED AGAIN! LOL! But, I think, barely by the skin of my teeth!
The day before my ticket to ride, was coming, cops were showing up in mass, at the bus terminal, not problems, not fights, pretty peaceful crowds now days, and I can't tell the difference between, airport crowds and bus crowds, now days, other than, somewhere in Oregon, or Washington, we picked up some, Duck Dynasty, looking duded, NRA, Trump supporter, I am sure, who was sitting behind, and old lady, whom, I struck up a conversation with, and as we talked, he started to make menacing, gestures, rising his arms, like he was going to pounce on my friend in the other isle, grab her by the shoulders, and shake her, to shut her and me up! LOL! I tried to tell her, about the dude, and the more she couldn't make, heads or tails of my tale of impending, threat,, the more, I started to laugh, and it got worse, until finally, she looked between the two seats, as this man was mumbling to himself, and raising his arms, like an ape, long enough to reach over the seat and choke her! LOL! Her eyes about bugged out of her head, as she, lipped to me, OH, I SEE WHAT YOU MEAN! He must be on drugs or, have PTSD! REDNECK! I did feel bad, however, that when he suddenly got off, with family waiting, he was missing a leg! Scream, probably a vet, then, I felt bad, about laughing at him! But, it was pretty funny, and this spry, feisty, 81 year old, who, looked, in her 70's, made it even more fun! LOL!
When the older lady got on the bus, I was sitting in the first seat, with the good view, where I like to sit, but she had a cane, and seemed to be struggling with her bags, cane, and purse, so I offered to move back, giving her the more convenient seat, but, the rest of the passengers, pushed her beyond, my point, so, I didn't bother, and she was seated by the bus driver, who moved his stuff, so she could sit, close to the front. But, when, I asked her how old she was, and she was, at least 10 years older than I thought, I said, oh, I would have moved for sure, had I known how old you were! But, you appeared to be doing fine, and so, I just let it go . . . she is much like me, has good DNA and genes, and looks younger than she is! I was a bit embarrassed that I didn't move, but I had been in that seat from Salt Lake, so, I didn't feel bad enough to switch her, but I did, help her, along with other, to get her stuff off the bus, to exchange buses, part way through . . . she was a very fun, smart, interesting person, complaining that she never sees her ROCK STAR SON, also into HEAVY METAL! LOL! I hope, I gave her some words of encouragement, and told her about my cute son, who rose to the occasion, when, needed . . . but, that comes with a caveat, when, Elliot dropped me off, to go with his honey, to the yurt, I said, I will call you, if I am still here at Christmas, as he handed me, $20 for food money, he said, true to the other side of his DNA, call Chris! MY OTHER SON! LOL!
SHIT, THE CATHOLIC COMMUNITY SERVICE SOUP KITCHEN IS CLOSED? THE SALT LAKE RESCUE MISSION IS OPEN FOR DINNER--GOOD, I AM STARVING!
Will walk for FOOD! So, on a misty cold, near Christmas night, I ventured, into areas of Salt Lake, I feared walk in the day, passed, the soup kitchen, the homeless camps and tent city, to the Salt Lake Rescue Mission, that I had passed during the day, once, and hoped to just cross in safety, with dudes all over the street, as I walked to McDonald's or Denny's, in the passed layovers, at the bus terminal, but, for some reason, there was no fear, and, even running into an occasional, walker, to make sure I was heading to the Mission, going the right way, not remembering where exactly it was, or what it was, but, almost with an entirely different attitude, or maybe it was Christmas or there was something different, peaceful, loving, wonderful in the air, as I approached the Mission, or maybe finally, going back to the soup kitchen, that, 20 years earlier, I served at, left me with a feeling of confidence, that these are just people, who, like you are down on their luck, and need a lift, or a nice meal, just like you, seeing the food was safe and the dining area, old but clean, or having now, basically, been in many states, staying alive on the streets, that, has taken the fear away . . . but, 2,000 homeless in Salt Lake, is a whole lot different, that, 200 homeless in Missoula, for lunch--but, I heard nothing but, good about the services, the caring, and the offerings in Salt Lake, also, timing my delay, over the lost ticket, that is still not resolved, being in town, for the fund raiser, to help the homeless efforts, seeing TV, RADIO, newspapers, and tons of sponsors, and donations, helping my fellow, homeless friends!
Walking into the Salt Lake Rescue Mission was like, going back in time, to a more innocent, America, stripped of all the glitz and glamour of the downtown, malls and elaborate Christmas lights, reminding me of that movie, a Christmas Story, with Ralphy, and his brother, going to see Santa, who is burned out, and the elf's taking kids, after sitting on Santa's lap, and throwing them, down a slide, to get rid of the pesky, children, with Ralphy, crawling back, to tell Santa he got the wrong toy, he wanted, what the Red Rocket, BB Gun, or something like that! But, there was a simple chapel, looking place for about, 200 people or chairs set up, and I was told, that I had to sit through, church, to get dinner! COOL! Christmas sermon, came to the right place, also, got a tooth brush, deodorant, and some goodies, in a bag of goodies, having left all my make-up and toiletries in Parowan, when, I took off in the middle of the night! COPS! So, I was happy, but, then, the unwanted, hit man, again, some guy, named John, came a sat by me, again to my chagrin, having rebuffed, some, dude at the mall in the morning, who actually, got pissed, shoved his tray, toward me and stormed out of the mall food court, because, I told him, after a few pleasantries, that, I was busy, watching my Devil Dog from Hell movie, and didn't want to be bothered, preparing for a blog on, the two forces, good and evil! So, needless to say, I was not in the mood to be picked up, dusted off, and bugged!
Other than having no teeth, John was a fairly nice looking man, born and raised in Salt Lake, and when I asked him, why he wasn't with family, or homeless, he said, his father, who sounded like a wealthy business man, owning apartments and real estate, around Salt Lake City, died when he was just 7 years old, and I am not sure, but he was put in the State Mental Hospital and he said, that nobody told him, that, his father was dead for 10 years? I could not believe that was possible. Then, I asked him, how he got that, scar on his head . . . oh, I got that in prison, when some guy, took a metal drawer and hit me over the head with it. What were you in prison for? I took a girlie magazine, from a store, got caught shoplifting and spent 5 years in prison! WHAT? Who the fuck was your, attorney? Some public pretender? Yeah. Holy shit! We need prison reform! That punishment is cruel and unusual, in violation of the 8th amendment. Was prison as bad as they say? Oh, yeah, oh, yeah . . . And the reason, I am homeless, is I can't handle bosses or apartment managers. Me too. But, John, would have given me the shirt off his back. It was funny, it was very cold earlier, by the mall, started to snow, and the wind was blowing a bit, making it colder. But, I told, John, that I didn't have a winter coat, going from St. George, in the last two weeks, to Salt Lake . . . next thing I knew, John took off his coat and laid it on my lap! Oh, no, you need it. During the course of the night, he gave me the Chapstick, hand sanitizer, and maybe a hint, mouthwash, from his goodie bag!
SIMPLE CROSS ON THE WALL OF THE CHAPEL, "MARRY CHRISTMAS" IN THOSE GREEN AND RED LETTERS, YOU MIGHT SEE IN AN OLD ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, A CHRISTMAS TREE IN THE CORNER WITHOUT LIGHTS, AND "JOY TO THE WORLD" IN GOLD ALL OVER THE WALLS AND STAIRS, SCRIPTURE ON THE WALL, JOHN 3:16 . . . SO GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON! THIS WAS A HOLY NIGHT FOR ME!
The Christmas services, were performed and conducted by the Midvale Valley Christian Church, the pastor, was dynamic, and spoke of the political atmosphere of the time of Jesus's birth, juxtaposing, the king of the land, Caesar Augustus, compared to the KING OF THE WORLD AND HEAVEN, the humble, Son of God, Jesus Christ, and his humble birth, different, in nature and scope, with Caesar a man of depravity, gluttony, sexual orgies, and greed, totally the opposite, from the power and grandeur of the REAL KING OF THE WHOLE EARTH AND HEAVEN, and they called his name, COUNSELOR, IMMANUEL, MAJESTY, THE GREAT I AM! Then he went on, to talk about, the personality traits and characters of Mary, chosen above all other woman, and what she had to endure, not only basically, an, unwed mother, who could have been stoned, at that time, had it not been for Joseph, who knew her not, her espoused, love, but heavy with, the overshadowing of the Holy Ghost, and overpowered by the Almighty God, to bear a MAN GOD, to save us all from sin, the perfect offering! Joseph, of divine lineage, brought the earthly royal line, as God brought the heavenly line, to make the perfect man, the ONLY BEGOTTEN OF THE FATHER, IN THE FLESH!
We had, a robust, pianist, and a husband and wife, musical team, he leading the singing, of Christmas Carols, favorites, all, celebrating Christ's Holy Birth, Joy to the World, Hark the Herald Angels Sing, Oh, Little Town on Bethlehem, and Silent Night, accompanied by the wife, on the violin! I love the Christmas Carols and rarely get to sing them anymore, being estranged from my family, and not at church, sometimes, or going to all the Christmas parties I used to go to, so this was a rare treat, and John was shocked, and my wonderful, singing voice and my robust, joining of the singing of the Christmas songs, setting the tone for the wonderful, Christmas message in this more than humble environment, with, very humble people, and all true believers in Christ and his power to heal, make new, create a new man, woman, child, or creature of mankind, and changes the hearts of people like me! I want to mention, that, even on this, the Holy of Days, Christmas, after glow, the NSA, or the hackers, the bitches, would even steal, my CHRISTMAS FROM ME! I have been fighting for about, 15 minutes, with the cursor, jumping all over the page, the words, and font size, going up and down, with me, having no control, I had about, 20 screens open to save this, for you, and, they still would fuck with this? I know, that my Christmas was perfect that theirs with my money, was glitz an glamour, and MINE WAS THE BETTER PART, and they know it as they are reading it, so they want to steal it and say that it is Shelley's, or Rachel's, or Kay's, or Sue's Christmas, and writing, which could not be far, from this crowds, haughty, vulgar, bastardized, version of the GRINCH WHO STOLE CHRISTMAS, with the ticket, only to find out that little, CINDY LOO WHO, HAD A GREAT ONE, BETTER THAN, MANY IN RECENT HISTORY, IF NOT, A LIFETIME! FUCK YOU!
AMAZING DINNER, SPONSORED BY NOT A CHURCH, BUT, THE YOGA SHOP OR YOGA STORE! WOW!
After, hackers, fucking with this blog AGAIN, but, back to my perfect Christmas, and this was a great part of it . . . after the wonderful, Christmas program, upstairs, we were all ushered, down to the basement, for Christmas dinner, and down the stairs again, in simple, elementary school, gold letters, Joy to the World, decorated the walls, the halls and the stairways! Joy to the world, the Lord is come, let earth receive her KING, let every heart, prepare him, room, let saints and angels sing, let saints and angels sing, let EARTH RECIEVE HER KING! What a great, simple, wonderful, powerful, message to the WORLD, receive your KING, not the ones of this earth, but the ONE YOUR GOD, SENT, TO SAVE YOUR SORRY ASS FROM SIN! But, the dinner, that I expected to be served and donated by a church, was actually, done by the local, YOGA SHOP OR STORE? And was it impressive! Ham, turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, carrots, apple sauce, rolls, yummy, fresh out of the oven, Christmas pumpkin bread, goodie bags with the candy cane, and why that is a symbol of Christmas, the red for the blood of Christ that was shed for us, the white for his purity, and the shape of the Shepard's staff, because he is the leader, the exemplar, the guide and the way, to get us back to our Father, Which ART IN HEAVEN! There were treats, cakes, cupcakes, desserts of all sorts, to take home, and it was a fabulous, but very humble, affair! EVERYONE LOVED IT AND THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT OF GOOD CHEER, WAS GLOWING ON EVERY VERY GRATEFUL FACE, with the words, of GOD BLESS, MERRY CHRISTMAS, on all lips!
The beautiful attractive, brunette, who seemed to be in charge of the dinner, was standing by the door, as I left, one of only a handful of women, being a men's shelter, and she stopped to ask me if I had a safe place to stay tonight, would I be warm, and could she help me in anyway? A truly beautiful woman, on the inside and out, so thoughtful and kind, and I told her, I was staying at the bus terminal, leaving on Sunday, but as it happened, I ended up going early. I was, warm on the inside and warmed on the outside, and what was really, amazing, was that the temperatures, had warmed in the cloudy skies over the Salt Lake Valley, trapping in some heat, or much different than when we went in, cold and windy . . . was this a heavenly sign, that, this is what Christmas is, far from the bustling crowds of the downtown, shopping, hustle and bustle? I would agree, so sacred, so holy, so, nice, embraced by the loving arms of an Almighty God, who, showed me, what, a real Christmas was like . . . HIS MISSION, MY MISSION . . . CAN YOU BELIEVE, THE COMPUTER TROLLS ARE TRYING TO MESS WITH EVEN THIS? GODLESS WRETCHES! Let there be no poor among you, if you have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, you have done it unto ME! Visit the fatherless, the widow, the poor, the imprisoned, and there you will find me!
IN AND OUT, BOYFRIEND . . . SEATTLE, ANNABELL'S WOMEN'S SHELTER! I DIG, THESE COLORFUL, FUNNY BLACK CHICKS, NOT MESSING AROUND, DIRECTING THIS PLACE! LOL!
Thank God, sort of boyfriend, got me out of Salt Lake, with cops storm clouds gathering, like the dark grey clouds hanging over the Salt Lake Valley, deep purple, heavy and menacing! As I got back to the bus terminal, after a delightful, train ride around the Salt Lake Valley, on the 2014, award winning, TRAX, train system, with John, the dude from the Salt Lake Rescue Mission, insisting he see that I make it home or back to the bus station safe, only agreeing to go with him, if he promised me not to be a serial killer or something in disguise! LOL! I told him, I watched too many true crime shows, so, anyone is suspect. He as offended, but entertained, laughed, and got me back safe, but with a bunch of cop cars, SUV's, leaving me a bit alarmed, wondering, if like a violent, abusive husband, that the cops, 10,000 abusers, were going to get worse as I was departing, wanting to take their final shot, at arresting me on bogus charges, trying to throw my ass in prison, having chased, stalked, tracked me, each time I was on the phone texting with MILES! I think, Miles proved his true colors, always, innocent, until proven guilty, with he, true to my principles, even with potential, lovers, and men, but, generally all of them, failing to pass the test! He was texting me, so I would show up on the radar screen, so the SCPD could find my ass! But, when I got back to the station, the chicks who had been dealing with my anger at Greyhound, for a week, knowing I had a ticket to ride, for Sunday, said they could get me on the bus tonight! But, I wanted to take a shower, and see if I could get some make-up at the WIGGINS CENTER, just up the street . . . both these chicks, strongly encouraged me to ditch and get the hell out of dodge.
VANITY, VANITY, VANITY, was almost my undoing, and all the sudden, with just minutes before, the bus, was leaving, a cop like, looking, big ass, Samoan, dude, dressed like a TRAX cop, came walking through the door! I bee-lined it to the line, and jumped on the bus, without, getting a text back from Miles, who claimed to have fallen asleep, between me asking him, if it was okay to leave tonight and show up early, with him, all week, saying he could not wait to see me, and over and over, how excited he was, that I was coming, on and on, so, I thought, out of courtesy, I would, give him a head's up, but he never responded, so, I made a judgment call, and got on the bus, thinking, staying at the bus terminal in Seattle was a sight better than, remaining in Salt Lake, BIG TIME ENEMY, hunting grounds! But, Miles, and he hates, me using this distinction, is black, or a Moore, and he said, that all blacks are lumped together, kind of like, I said, all whites, all Latinos, and all Asians . . . which started us on an afternoon, fight, debate, and ended up with me, taking my very rational, lawyer ass, out of this, smart, but very emotional, irrational man, cop, apartment! I am not stranger to the streets, and I ended up for the FIRST time, able to use, Miles getting in my face as an excuse to get in the women's domestic violence, shelter, with the sisters, telling me, that, I was smart, to not let it escalate to a violent confrontation. Like I didn't write the book on domestic violence, but, I thanked them for being understanding. At the intact, one of the last questions was, are you pregnant, and I said, if I am, you are going to have a real, domestic violence situation on your hands, because, I will kill MILES! LOL!
The very cute, and professional, black chick, could not help but bust a gut . . . I told her, I thought he was an undercover cop! She probably, has seen a few, cop wives and girlfriends, like in Utah, when I was training cops, and I had about 50 rural cops, in a room and said, you have to let the men in your community, know, that, it is not OKAY, to hit their wives! Almost simultaneously, in unison, all the cops, looked puzzled, and said WE ALL HIT OUR WIVES . . . like it was the first time they heard that too! So, I told the girls, that I was kind of a rare case, that cops have this love, hate relationship with me, and they go from, a potential, lover to a SWORN ENEMY IN A NEW YORK SECOND! I mean that guy in the mall, whom I didn't even know, who tried to pick up on me, stormed on, after shoving his tray at me! PROBABLY SOME OLD COP, who, is retired and going to show, this bad ass con law chick, who's the boss! Like whatever the fuck? But, there seems to be this tie between, a romantic interest in me, due to a fascination from, me kicking cops', asses dating way back, to this battle of the sexes, and them mixing sex with work, or old, vendetta's that they never got to express, back when I was nicely dressed, looking sharp and rocking the state legal and legislative scene!
Again, a great dinner, so much food, even I could not finish it, tons of yummy goodies, and gifts, new hats, gloves, scarfs, put in a very cute, wrap, with WARM WISHES FROM, CARRIE AND HER CREW! Carrie and crew, you got the perfect color, for my three shade, strange hoodie, with shades of red, brighter red and maroon, plus the great black gloves, that match my yoga pants, almost outlawed by the Montana legislature, black shoes, and gray sweater! THANKS! I had a great night sleep, but, being totally out of it, in the morning, my face, that I laid on, which I never do, all dreamy with a good night sleep, not sitting up in a chair, or being harassed for sex, LOL, just kidding, that was the one nice part of the visit with Miles! LOL! But, I looked, literally, like an abused woman, unlike the night before, with both eyes swollen, buffy, and very red face? but, as I got ready to leave, go to McDonald's and write this blog, I waited a minute at the Christmas tree at the front desk, not willing to face the streets and cold just yet, the two, hot mama's at the desk, asked me if I was okay? Yeah, but I am sure, they saw my swollen, red, buffy, eyes and face, very unlike me, and, probably, leaving me no need to embellish a story of abuse, to get in, and I said, no, very humbly, because, I like the place, dig the black chicks who run the place, with a iron fist, but, totally cool, firm but fair, like I raised my kids, and I just told them, I was not ready to go into the cold, just yet! They, understood! LOL, without questions! Glad I stay, had breakfast and free entertainment, with the colorful, black chick, who had her hair, in a do, that reminded me of the movie, the Color Purple with Oprah Winfrey, and the deep south, back in the day . . . she had leopard pants, a colorful top, and more colorful bra, underneath, with white sun glasses, a stuff animal, SNOOPY for a pet, and she refuses to wear a coat, because she sweats! LOL!
I went to Chicago, 20 years ago, to get away from all white, vanilla, Monopoly, houses, Utah, with all the daddies, getting up and walking out their homes, brief cases in hand and mommies in pink hair curlers, bathrobes, saying good-by, while all the little white ass, crackers, like me, got up, to go file off to school, each day! I wanted, leopard pants, purple hair, all colors of people, and different values and ideas of life! That goal, came back to me, today, this morning, listening to, this funny chick, who commented on the good Christmas breakfast of yesterday, wondering why, if we can have a good meal, on holidays, why not everyday, and she said, she was about ready to go rob, Subway, next door, to get a good, egg breakfast, and but then, she would have to spend the rest of her life in jail, for shoplifting! After hearing John's story, I figured, she might be right! One third of American adults, including me, have been incarcerated, and this is the stupid shit for, and we wonder why our jails are overcrowded! Good God we need prison reform, but I had to just sit and laugh, at her conversation with a trapped, person across the table . . . she said, I do my own, hair, that was obvious, and my own, nails, and that is what, being an INDEPENDENT WOMAN was all ABOUT! LOL! I LOVED IT! I AGREE, YOU GO GIRL! This is exactly the type person, I wanted to be around! LOL!
DARE TO WEAR BLACK IN SEATTLE! LOL! BETTER GRIZZLY! DARE TO WEAR BLACK IN LILY ASS, WHITE, MONTANA, BUT FOR THE INDIANS!
'Tis the Season. Love is the Reason! 'Tis the Season. Fun is the Reason! Glitter, Gold, Everything Bold! Sparkle Wherever You Go! Smashmouth! Bite Beauty. Mascara--Better Than, SEX! The PERFECT STOCKING STUFFER . . . KIND OF DON'T CARE!
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