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Skybaby

When my daughter Ann (pictured above Halloween 1995) was about this age we took her on a trip to the Red Rock Country of the Southwestern United States. One of our stops was the Great Navajo Reservation. We were on a site looking down on the ruins of Canyon de Chelly and there were some Navajo grandmothers selling turquoise jewelry. They were fascinated by little Ann with her golden hair and sky blue eyes. They surrounded Ann and made those “cluck cluck” sounds common to all grandmothers. Ann was not in the least worried as she was pretty much used to being fussed over by grandmas. 

Now, you would think that these ladies would be used to white folks but they truly seemed to treat Ann as unique. They spoke little English but kept muttering the same Navajo phrase. Finally one of them placed a child’s bracelet on Ann’s wrist as a gift. She pointed to the blue in the stone and then Ann’s eyes then the sky. Then to the gold seams in the stone, Ann’s hair and the sun. Then she said in English “sky baby”. Ann now had a native American name. Sky baby. It fit her perfectly.

‘It was these records that brought the Grey Pilgrim to us. I first saw him when I was a child, and he has been twice or thrice since then.’

‘Mithrandir was lost!’ said Faramir. ‘An evil fate seems to have pursued your fellowship. It is hard indeed to believe that one of so great wisdom, and of power—for many wonderful things he did among us—could perish, and so much lore be taken from the world.’ 

‘…Mithrandir never spoke to us of what was to be, nor did he reveal his purposes. He got leave of Denethor, how I do not know, to look at the secrets of our treasury, and I learned a little of him, when he would teach (and that was seldom).

‘He is not as other men of this time, Pippin, and whatever be his descent from father to son, by some chance the blood of Westernesse runs nearly true in him, as it does in his other son, Faramir …’

‘The board is set, and the pieces are moving. One piece that I greatly desire to find is Faramir, now the heir of Denethor.’

In the night he was wakened by a light, and he saw that Gandalf had come and was pacing to and fro in the room beyond the curtain of the alcove. There were candles on the table and rolls of parchment. He heard the wizard sigh and mutter: ‘When will Faramir return?’

Gandalf it was that last spoke to Faramir ere he rode east. ‘Do not throw your life away rashly or in bitterness,’ he said. ‘You will be needed here, for other things than war.’

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Rude A** Christian Host! Go Figure, Right.

Back at it again when another story time of fucked up shit happening in my life.

So I am now currently living with my friend -Blank- and his parents. Now, let me just start off with saying, I appreciate my friends dad, yes just the dad, so nicely offering and allowing me to live with them free of rent. Now with that said …my beef is obviously with the devil…I mean the mom. 

SHE WAS SO NICE AT FIRST, well i mean for the most part. I could tell she didn’t want me living here, BUT I thought it was because I was a stranger to her and the dad which is 100% understandable, however, that was not the only reason as I figure out over the course the couple of months I’ve been here. 

Let me give a bit of background for the mom real quick. She went to bible school where they taught this rule or lifestyle I guess and it goes like this:

“Four and NO more.”

Basically stating the parents and two kids was all they were suppose to care about, for and provide. No one else. So me coming into the picture and her husband who has been so kind to me, in a  appropriate manner, was screwing that up in her mind. I’ve been her enemy ever since. I’ll explain…

She is CONSTANTLY passive aggressive towards me like none other for NO REASON. For example, my fiance’s car is broken down right now and she’s always asking “Is the car done yet?”. You’d think she would because she genuinely cares…NOPE! She wants to know because she hates that her husband sometimes drops and picks me up from work and she likes driving her husbands car cause then she can show it off since it’s a very nice sports car.

Which brings me to number two of her craziness, which is how materialistic she is. She HAS to have the nicest things and do the most expensive activities so she can take photos or videos to brag to everyone about on social media. Just sad…Lol She’s suppose to be a kind hearted christian, wtf? Do they not teach that in bible school or what? Jk, but seriously. To people outside the Household, she’s so talkitive and nice, comes off as supering caring and generous. Its’ called being ‘FAKE’ for a reason people, And that’s her 100%.

Lastly, SHE ACTS LIKE A MOTHER FLIPPING CHILD. Let me tell you…So the other night after work, I got back and ate soup and crackers then went up to my room. Next thing I know, this CHILD is throwing shit and slamming doors. And at the time I had no idea why…. This bitch thought I ate her cookies….She didnt even bother to ask me, she straight blamed me. It was the dad! Wtf! I didnt even she made cookies! Like bitch where?! Lol 

I don’t know why I run into so many “christians” who claim to be good people. Lol

If Santa were evil...I guess?

So I’m at the Petro Travel Center in Little Rock, Arkansas. It’s 44F and raining steadily, but it’s December, Saturday, and America, so everyone is out shopping anyhow. Truck stops get a lot of local, non trucker business, especially around cities. This one is no different. And if you’re paying attention, sometimes things catch your ear almost as if somebody set a nice bizarre interaction up all special just for you.
I’m near a couple boys, maybe 14, who are getting coffee and hot dogs.

There’s this…(paraphrased but very close to the actual words)


Kid#1) “How cool would that be to actually be Santa! Man, you could bang hookers for like free!”

Kid#2) “What?”

Kid#1) “ Yeah, cause I mean, you could just be all “You do it for free, or you get no presents!’ That would SO work!”

Kid#2) “So your idea of Santa is he’d be a creepy pervert running an extortion racket on prostitutes?”

Kid#1) “What? What do you mean pervert? It’s hookers!”

Kid#2) “Man, what kind of books did your parents read to you as a kid?”

Kid#1) “Books? Huh?”

Kid#2) “But of course. Man, if there was a real Santa, and you were him, you’d get to go into every house in the entire world! You know how many hot women you’d see? Some probably lonely too, ya know? Why would you choose hookers?”

Kid#1) “Because they love to have sex.”

Kid#2) “What? What the fuck are you talking about? What makes you think hookers love sex?”

Kid#1) “Well, it’s sex. And they get paid to have sex. So how can they not love THAT!”

Kid#2) “If they loved it, why would they be charging money for it?”

Kid#1) “Man, if I was a girl, I’d absolutely be a hooker. Have sex like ALL the time. Make good money. Man!”

Kid#2) “Dude, if you were even one tenth as weird and creepy as a girl as you are right now? You’d be the first hooker to retire still a virgin.”

Kid1) “I’d have to touch a lot of dicks, but I’d be a girl, so that’s cool.”

Kid#2) “Uh, hello? Dude?”

Kid#1) “Have my place all done out in like red and black. Lotta candles. King size bed.”

Kid#2) “What? Uh, hello man?”

Kid#1) “I’d skip young guys, even if they were hot. Old guys got more money. And they give ya lots of gifts cuz you’re like young and they feel all grateful you’re like doing old guys.”

Kid#2) “Could you stop? Please?”

Kid#1) “See, I would be glad to do Santa for free. Because Santa, you know? He wouldn’t have to threaten me.”

Kid#2) “G'bye”

Kid#1) “And…hey? Where ya goin?”

Now, if he’d been about 5 years older, I’d have asked him if he meant that, about Santa. Just for fun. But considering his age, and my preference for arrest free Saturdays, I just let that one go.

anonymous asked:

if it's not for homophobic reasons then explain to me why else you would dislike drarry

the truth is i met tom felton once and i told him i like his shoes cause they were cute shoes and he was just like, “ok??????” and said nothing else and now i hate drarry 

anyway i gOT A LONG TERM PLAN WITH SHORT TERM FIXES AND A WASTED HEART THAT JUST ECLIPSES AND I PUSH MY LUCK FROM TRUST TO DUST ENOUGH THAT’S THE STORY OF ANOTHER US ONE LAST DITCH A NEW BEGINNING SO TAKE THIS HEART PUT YOURSELF IN IT THIS SURPRISE ENDING I’M DEPENDING ON COULD BE THE STORY OF ANOTHER US THE STORY OF ANOTHER US THE STORY OF ANOTHER US THE STORY OF ANOTHER US  COULD BE THE STORY OF ANOTHER US

Me, while watching Haikyuu!!: *gasps* *screams* *squeals* *swears* *shouts* *freaks out* *cries*

Family: “what is it? What are you watching?”

Me: “MATCH POINTOOOOOOOOOO”

Family: “…”

Family: “why did we even ask?”