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Post #159 -His Name is Jar-Jar the Terrible

Posted in blogging, BOOKS, comedy, Family, humor, life, marriage, nonfiction, politics, relationships, true stories, uncategoried, writing, zombies with tags , , , , , , , , on November 10, 2016 by tenaciousbitch

Had trouble sleeping last night. Nothing new to read, and I couldn’t turn on the TV for fear that my horrible recurring nightmare had come true. Jar-Jar Binks, aka Jar-Jar the Terrible, just bought himself the Presidency. You know Jar-Jar, the Narcissist with the bad Comb-Over? Holy shit. It wasn’t a dream? There isn’t enough Merlot to stomach the headlines in the morning. Sigh. Perhaps, some strychnine or Drano with a side of cyanide will suffice instead. Glug. Glug.

All joking aside, my only solace in terms of coping with the deplorable and mind-boggling election of Jar-Jar the Terrible is that Hillary Rodham Clinton finally shattered a glass ceiling that is not only 240 years thick, but heretofore thought to be impenetrable by ANY woman, triumphing despite all odds to become the first woman nominated by the democratic party to run for President of the United States. Such is not only an historic event but an event unseen in a high percentage of the industrialized world as is common knowledge that there are very few heads of state who are female on this rock we call earth.

 

And despite Senator Clinton’s devastating loss, she’s a commendable example of what women can achieve because now, we finally have NO door that is closed to us despite whatever she may or may not have done with her Godforsaken emails and despite whatever political shenanigans she may or may not have committed as alleged by Jar-Jar’s smear campaign and by various coverage of the media.

The thing is, regardless of whether you like her or not, she’s got a helluva more experience than Donald Trump because we all know who really ran the White House back in the day when Bill was traipsing about the Hallowed Halls of our nation’s capital chasing after interns. And while many might have seen Hillary’s current plan for the country as more of the same, I saw it as a familiar journey with goals that are in alignment with what the people need and what the people want. Jobs. Prosperity. Equal Rights. More research and development to reduce our carbon footprint. A makeover of the disaster known as Obamacare. The end of legal bigotry and immigration reform, not the building of a wall to keep out “those People”.

I daresay our founding forefathers are grumbling and shouting from their graves in protest and frustration knowing a man has just been elected to the highest office in the land, and by his own words would like nothing more than to shatter the constitution and to “make this country great again” by refusing the matriculation of the poor, the hungry, the disenfranchised, the flat-chested (perhaps? :)) and to bar those whose religion or ethnicity offends Jar-Jar’s narrow-minded sensibilities, thereby decimating the principles this country was built upon.

However, I can’t help but hope that should that ludicrous boundary be built, that someone pushes Trump over his wall into a pit of Mexican Zombie Rapists.

Okay, maybe not. Sorry, I had to intervene with a little levity in order to survive the mere idea that the Donald, Jar-Jar the Terrible, is really going to be running this country in 10 short weeks. I’m ashamed and embarrassed to call myself an American with him at the helm, and I’m terrified that in 2021, I won’t recognize the country to which I was born.

Then, there’s Hillary Rodham Clinton, like Rosa Parks, who also suffered at the hands of ignorance and injustice, both of whom paved the way for more changes to come. While Mrs. Clinton, of course, hasn’t been wrongly imprisoned, I believe she was wrongly convicted in the court of public opinion, which I’m sure hurt her elect-ability immensely. So, maybe, Senator Clinton hasn’t done anything as significant as Rosa Parks’ defiance on that historic bus ride during the infancy of the Civil Rights Movement, but Senator Clinton had the potential to do so, in my opinion, and crossing over into the No-Man’s Land of Running for President, I believe she took her first step.

That said, I will tell my grandchildren that though Hillary Clinton lost, she won a huge victory for just being in the race. And, unfortunately, all too often adults are just like children, they have to learn the hard way what’s best for themselves and for their country and that I have faith that after 4 years of Mr. Trump, the country will be begging Hillary to run again, and I pray she will do so!! If not, she’s created a wide berth for another woman to walk in her shoes in 2021.

However, whatever happens, I cannot believe Trump will be elected twice. If so, I’ll be boarding a plane for Ecuador or some other distant and sunnier shore because I can’t bear the thought of Trump calling himself President again.

And regardless of what happens in the future, I feel proud and honored that I took part in an historical event when I voted for the first female candidate for President in the history of our great nation. And I honestly believe that Jar-Jar the Terrible will only be a sad footnote in the historical record of the U.S. like that of John Wilkes-Booth, known pretty known only as the man who killed a great leader who changed the lives of millions with one signature on the Emancipation Proclamation. In the same but slightly different vein, though Jar-Jar might’ve killed Hillary’s dream to be our Commander and Chief in 2017, I can’t believe that this electoral defeat has dashed her aspirations permanently. She’s too stubborn and too ambitious for that.

Therefore, I don’t believe this electoral debacle will be the last mention of First Lady, Secretary of State, and Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton and for that I am also hopeful and eternally grateful for what Hillary has done thus far and feel indebted to her in doing what no woman has ever done before. Beat several men at what has traditionally been a man’s game. Now get back on the horse Hillary and figure out how to crush Jar-Jar the next time around! 🙂

 

Post # 157 -Our Valentine’s Day Shooting of the Non-Murdering Kind…:) A.K.A. An Upcycled Valentine’s

Posted in art, blogging, BOOKS, Family, friends, humor, life, marriage, memoir, movies, nonfiction, people, relationships, sex, true stories, uncategoried with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 16, 2016 by tenaciousbitch

Below is a photo of the beautiful bouquet that my husband, Charlie, gave me for Valentine’s. We’ve been married 16, almost 17 years (and together for 19). Yet, he never ceases to surprise me. If you’d ask me ten years ago if I’d still be getting flowers for Valentine’s at this point in our relationship, I would’ve said – probably not. However, I’m happy to say, I was wrong…:)

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He also got me a much-needed item, this gigantic paper cutter for my art projects and furniture upcycling and whatnot! 🙂

PAPER CUTTER

I know, right? Such an odd gift, but I was thrilled! I was trying to cut some wallpaper the other day to decoupage the table below, and never did get it straight.

DECOUPAGED ANTIQUE END TABLE WITH QUEEN ANNE LEGS

I wrestled with the paper for over an hour. It just kept rolling and slipping no matter what I did. It still managed to wriggle/spring out of my grip after I taped it down with shipping tape. So, I gave up. I finally just cut it the best I could, which was still a little crooked and then sanded it until it appeared relatively straight.

That said, my Valentine’s Day gift to Charlie was as nontraditional as the paper cutter. You see, he requested that we exercise our constitutional right to bear arms on President’s Day, LOL (which was yesterday for those who live outside the U.S.).

We went to a local gun range with a couple of our friends and their 17-year-old daughter, Tiffany. I was surprised that Tiffany was interested. I wouldn’t have been at that age. Are you kidding? I would’ve been at the mall, the movies or at home nursing a hanngover, LOL.

As  far as our day shooting paper people and the like, Tiffany seemed a little embarrassed by her lackluster aim with Charlie’s pistol. But I reminded her that it was her FIRST time handling a gun, after all. And she did hit the target 3 or 4 times (better than my stats the first time out, but we’ll get to that in a sec…:)).

We burned through 100 rounds of ammo with Charlie’s new Hi Point pistol, and check out my quasi successful results on my last attempt to nail the bullseye.

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Not too shabby for an old lady who hasn’t touched a gun in over a decade, n’est-ce pas? Unfortunately, I forgot to snap a pic of my best efforts where I hit the ring closest to the bullseye three times. I had put all the targets in the trash, and another gun enthusiast, whom I will refer to as Mr. Special Forces who had the build and swagger of a soldier. He spilled a bottle of coffee on it 20 seconds before I thought about photographing my target.

I didn’t do as well on very last round because the grip had kind of bruised the side of my hand, from the action of the pistol – because I wasn’t holding the gun tight enough initially. But anyway….

You’re not supposed to have food or drink at the range. But Mr. Special Forces plucked his Starbucks out of his backpack and dumped it as he was leaving. An employee reprimanded him for it. He apologized, but it was too late to immortalize my most-shredded paper perp, so to speak. Ah, well, lesson learned…:)

While I didn’t hit the bullseye, I did much better than my last venture at the outdoor range when I barely hit the target ONCE out of 20 rounds or so. The best I did was barely striking the top edge, lol. In fact, the best shot merely grazed the head of the target and made a moon-shaped gouge in the top of the target’s noggin.

However, my expertise was definitely NOT as good as Mr. Special Forces…check out the photo below…

MY TARGET - AND GUY NEXT TO ME

He pretty much decimated his poster proxy of a man’s torso (EEK)i.e. the target to the right of mine. Remind me to never snag his parking space.

Anywho…t’was big fun, and now I’m thinking I might want this lovely Ruger for Mother’s Day.

http://www.vanceoutdoors.com/products2.cfm?id=123906

So appropro, is it not since purple is my favorite color?

Though it might seem like an odd Valentine’s Day gift, one romantic caveat occurred while at the range…Charlie said I looked very sexy blasting away with his weapon.

“What?” I asked. “Why?”

“You got the target.”

I replied with a shrug, not feeling particularly proud. 

Typical Charlie though. Does he get all hot and bothered when I’m wearing a little black dress? No, he gets all randy when I’m trying to bust a cap into a cardboard criminal in a noisy room full of strangers! 🙂

I guess we’re kind of like an 80s band in the romance department, LOL.

Get it?

GUNS

and

ROSES…..

Okay, so maybe that was funnier in my head. If you knew my husband, however, you’d know that was definitely a joke of the Charlie persuasion. He’s always spouting dumb zingers like that with a dorky play on words.

All righty then…time for something completely different…

Hope you all had a wonderful Valentine’s and are experiencing a fantastic Tuesday…or at least not a horrible one.

~Ciao

Tenacious Bitch and her band of truth-spouting hippies.

TB/ks

 

Post #150 – About the Life and Death of James Thompson

Posted in BOOKS, Family, family drama, marriage, Motherhood, nonfiction, relationships, true stories with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 25, 2015 by tenaciousbitch

For those who didn’t read my previous post last August –

http://tenaciousbitch.com/2014/08/04/about-james-thompson-author-of-snow-angels-my-ex-husband-who-died-last-weekend/

My ex-husband, James Thompson (author of Snow Angels) died in an accident in Helsinki, Finland where he had lived for the last 16 years. Initially, the details of his passing were sketchy.  However, I’ve since learned more about the circumstances on that dark night when Jim departed this world.

Unfortunately, Jim had suffered with severe migraines for years, and the medication he was taking made him drowsy, and it can also cause dizziness. The night he died, he took a walk after dinner by a lake near his house, which he’d done many times before. From what I understand, he lost his balance on the pier bordering the lake, and he drown.

He also had a head injury, so he either struck his head on the pier as he fell or he might’ve hit a rock or something in the water. They’re not really sure. However, he had always been a strong swimmer, so he had to have been unconscious, or he’d still be with us today.

Annika, his widow was just here in the states a few weeks ago. They had a memorial for him in Kentucky. Our son and his fiance were able to attend, but, unfortunately, I just started a new job in March, so I wasn’t able to get time off work. I also didn’t want to make Annika, uncomfortable – especially since I’ve never met her.

They buried his ashes in the family cemetery on his father’s farm. As I mentioned in a previous post, he and his third wife, Many, lived on the farm in a mobile home for a couple of years before they moved to Helsinki in ’98. It’s really beautiful there with acres and acres of lovely green grass and lush foliage, a very fitting place for his remains. He spent a lot of time there as a kid when his Uncle lived on the property before his father built a house there in ’98 or ’99. Some day, when I’m driving down to West Virginia to see friends or something, I’ll take a detour to Kentucky to visit his grave. I’d like to see the headstone that my son and his father’s family chose to honor him.

It’s odd being the ex-wife in these situations. I sent sympathy cards to his father and stepmother and his mother and stepfather. I emailed Annika and several of Jim’s friends a few words of condolence, but it still doesn’t seem real to me because I haven’t experienced any of the usual ceremonies of closure since I wasn’t able to go to the memorial or anything.

The last time I saw him was in 1998 when I picked up our son from the farm a few days before Jim and Many (pronounced money) set out for Helsinki. And our last conversation a few years later was fraught with anger and animosity – and our last email in 2003 was just as ugly.

I was 20 years old when we got married, and it took me a couple of years to realize that we were very different people with opposing priorities. I knew that neither of us was going to change, so I left him, and he was devastated.

He moved to Boston the week after our divorce was final, but things didn’t end there. He used to call me all the time and tell me how lonely he was. By that I don’t mean, he wasn’t alone all the time. He was knockin’ boots with a different girl every night, which he felt the need to share (awesome). What he missed was the connection and camaraderie we shared, a connection that was brutally severed after we attempted to reconcile in ’89, but we shall not knock upon that dreadful door at present – or ever.

I had wanted to move to Boston for graduate school after finishing my B.A. in English so that our son could spend time with his father. However, I just couldn’t afford to do so. The cheapest daycare I could find was $800/month, and quite honestly, I wouldn’t have felt comfortable leaving my dog there. And it would’ve been impossible to squeeze $200/week into a budget based on the pittance I was offered as a TA (teaching assistant), which was around $9,000/year (plus free tuition).

I also didn’t know anyone in Bean Town that I could share an apartment with, and you can’t just move in with a stranger you met through an ad on a bulletin board at UMass (University of Massachusetts at Boston) when you have a child. Jim was very upset that I moved to New York instead because I had a friend there who was in need of a roommate, and that also happened to be where I found a job first.

Of course, when I ended up moving to Ohio in 1995…well, let’s just say – we won’t go there. His fury and frustration were understandable. And guilt was my constant companion, but I truly felt that Ohio was a better place for me and my children (i.e. my son, Max, was 5 when we settled in the Buckeye state).

Anywho…it is what it is.

Oddly, Jim used to joke around about his demise, quoting the infamous James Dean all the time:

“Live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful corpse.”  Sadly, that’s just what he did. A tad bit eerie when you think about it.

Adieu, Mr. Thompson, may you rest in peace.

If anyone’s interested, I’ve got some photos of Jim for sale on Ebay – which I’m selling to either add to the monetary wedding gift for our son who is getting married in 6 weeks or to help with travel expenses for the wedding, which is taking place in Florida (1,000 miles away).

To see a photo of Jim with long hair when he was 26 or 27, go here:

http://www.ebay.com/itm/252079424659?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649

To see a photo of Jim in a hard hat when he was working construction, go here:

http://www.ebay.com/itm/252079483379?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649

And for one of me and Jim when we were dating when we were both 20 years old, go here:

http://www.ebay.com/itm/252079435979?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649

Over and out from the island of chaos that never seems to close… 🙂

~TB

Post #135 – Give me your best books or die trying…:)

Posted in BOOKS, entertainment, Family, fiction, humor, movies, novels, relationships, television, true stories, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 3, 2014 by tenaciousbitch
My husband is not a big reader, which I simply don’t get. Yes, I love certain TV shows and movies too much probably, but nothing substitutes for good, old-fashioned published prose, in my opinion. After all, everyone has been gravely disappointed by the Hollywood depiction of a beloved story at one time or another.
Take The Hunger Games and the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, for example. Fantastic books, but the movies fell flat for me.So, anywho – I thought I’d share my list of favorite works of literature.
If you click on the book’s cover, the link takes you to their Amazon page for more info.  I’m also an Amazon Associate, so I get a small cut if you decide to buy any of these books.
While that may seem insufferably commercial of me, I’m grappling to pay off the  monstrous credit card debt (more than $30K) accrued when Nana was living with us. For the 411 concerning my struggles with my grandmother, go to :http://tenaciousbitch.com/2013/06/28/still-unhappy-but-there-is-a-dog-named-sue/
If you think I was too harsh in my descriptions of Nana, keep in mind that the social worker at the excellent nursing home where she now lives describes her as a DIVA! 🙂
Also, I’m always on the lookout for a new book since I’m so often disappointed by the badly written muck that pass for bestsellers these days, so please feel free to share your favs in the comment section! I look forward to reading YOUR LIST…:) 
That said, here’s the list:

1)

Intensity: A Novel

Intensity: A Novel

Intensity is the most riveting page-turner I’ve ever read in my life. It’s about a young woman who goes to Napa Valley with a friend and becomes trapped in a farmhouse while trying to warn the next victim of a serial killer…after she witnesses the murder of her friend and her friend’s family. I read this book ten years ago, and it still kind of haunts me! 🙂

2)

The Hunger Games (Book 1)

The Hunger Games (Book 1)

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins about a young girl who fights back in a post-apocalyptic world where children battle to the death in the yearly Hunger Games as the penance of their respective territories for having rebelled against the Capitol during a civil war 75 years ago. I also loved Catching Fire and The Mockingjay!

3)

http://www.amazon.com/Fountainhead-Ayn-Rand/dp/0452273331/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1401747579&sr=1-1&keywords=the+fountainhead+ayn+rand

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. The main storyline is about Howard Roark, and his difficulties as an architect in his quest to defy convention and his battle against a successful rival, Peter Keating, and a newspaper columnist, Ellsworth Toohey. However, the subtext is rather philosophical, focusing on the strength of the individual versus society and the government and the war between fascism and individualism.

4)

Wuthering Heights (Dover Thrift Editions): Emily Brontë: 9780486292564: Amazon.com: Books

Wuthering Heights (Dover Thrift Editions): Emily Brontë: 9780486292564: Amazon.com: Books

A classic piece of literature set in the lonely and often creepy moors of northern England. It details the turbulent and tempestuous love story of Cathy and Heathcliff, a homeless child adopted by Cathy’s father. It’s a very disturbing, intense, romantic and gothic love story, which was first published in 1837.

5)

Rebecca: Daphne Du Maurier: 9780380730407: Amazon.com: Books

Rebecca: Daphne Du Maurier: 9780380730407: Amazon.com: Books

Rebecca is another book set in England but much later in the 1930s. Rebecca DeWinter has long since died when the 2nd Mrs. DeWinter arrives at Manderly, her new husband’s home.

But the new Mrs. DeWinter has difficulty living in the shadow of Rebecca that remains in the house, fueled by the surly and evil housekeeper, Mrs. Danvers. Mrs. Danvers does her best to not only make Mrs. DeWinter feel unwelcome but to try to oust the second wife via treachery and lies because of her (Mrs. Danvers) unnatural and undaunting affection for Rebecca. Mrs. DeWinter gradually comes into her own and begins to assert herself and emerges the victor in the unexpected and haunting ending.

6)

The Help

The Help

The Help was one of those books I definitely couldn’t put down. If you’ve seen the Oscar-Winning movie, you know it’s about a young white woman in Jackson, Mississippi, who writes a book about the shameful behavior of her neighbors, friends and relatives toward their African American help (i.e. their maids, gardeners, etc.). Though I grew up in the South, I had no idea that things were this bad during the 1960s, but (spoiler alert! kinda) I was incredibly glad it had a happy ending.

7/8) Is a 3-way tie between Bitter Is the New Black, Let’s Pretend this Never Happened by Jenny Lawson, which are both memoirs, and Good Christian Bitches by Kim Gatlin, which is fiction but based on a true story.

 Bitter is the New Black: Confessions of a Condescending, Egomaniacal, Self-Centered Smartass, Or, Why You Should Never Carry A Prada Bag to the Unemployment Office: Jen Lancaster: 9780451217608: Amazon.com: Books

Bitter is the New Black: Confessions of a Condescending, Egomaniacal, Self-Centered Smartass, Or, Why You Should Never Carry A Prada Bag to the Unemployment Office: Jen Lancaster: 9780451217608: Amazon.com: Books

Bitter is the New Black is about a young woman who was riding high during the dot.com era who has the rug pulled out from under her life when she gets fired from a VP position at an investor relations firm. At which point, her life is turned sideways and then some when she’s not able to secure another job right away.  And she’s forced to reexamine what’s really important in life, which she does in an abundantly hilarious way!

Good Christian Bitches –

Good Christian Bitches: Kim Gatlin: 9781401310707: Amazon.com: Books

Good Christian Bitches: Kim Gatlin: 9781401310707: Amazon.com: Books

In Good Christian Bitches, Amanda Vaughn leaves California after an ugly divorce and returns home to Hillside, an affluent suburb of Dallas, Texas, where she grew up. And she’s thrust into the world of back-stabbing Christian women with her two kids in tow.

All the high-society bitches think they’re going to send Amanda straight back to Cali via their deceitful and decidedly un-Christian ways because of their ridiculous jealousy, but Amanda delivers a plate of come-uppins like Dallas has never seen. It’s shocking. It’s funny, and it has an awesome ending!

Though I could REALLY relate to this book (being from the South and all), I think everyone has met a few of these Christian ladies before! 🙂 A great summer read!

And last of the three-way tie, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened…

Let's Pretend This Never Happened

Let’s Pretend This Never Happened

It’s really difficult to pinpoint what Let’s Pretend is about because except for the fact that Jenny grew up in Texas – and that she dabbled in drugs a wee tad, it’s about my life! Okay, maybe not, but I can totally see every phenomenally, OMG, that didn’t just happen scenario – occurring in my life – especially her bizarre experience with a cow in high school. So, let’s just say it’s about a young girl/young woman who is definitely very unique and has an interesting take on life.

If that endorsement isn’t enough, read this when you need a GOOD CHUCKLE because I laughed from page one to the end! 🙂 Can’t wait to read the next one, Jenny! 🙂

I have several more listed on a separate page (for brevity’s sake), which you can check out at:      

http://tenaciousbitch.com/my-favorite-books/

So, if you’re looking for a few good books to read over the summer…these are just a fraction of the fictional/nonfictional works I’ve perused over the years.

Feel free to share the name/description of your favorite book(s) in the comment section because I’m always on the lookout for yet another masterpiece that won’t bore me to tears as so many “bestselling” novels have lately! Oh, and ignore the whole die trying part…just trying to be funny! 🙂 But I guess that attempt kinda  felt flat as well…

Over and out,

~Tenacious Bitch and her band of truth-spouting hippies

TB/

ks

 

Post #126 – LOVE, Love Walking Dead, but I don’t like that sound…

Posted in BOOKS, entertainment, Family, friends, Graphic Novels, humor, television, Uncategorized, writing, zombies with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 10, 2014 by tenaciousbitch

Um, yeah, Rick, do you hear that? I couldn’t help but notice this really odd sound echoing in the background during last night’s episode of Walking Dead. It took me awhile, but I figured it out.  It’s the sound of Rick’s spine from Season 1 calling you, dear fellow! 🙂 You know, the spine you had when you went back to the rooftop for Merle in Season 1? When you took the group to the CDC in Atlanta? The spine that seemed indestructible, even ruthless and even slightly tyrannical when you killed Shane? Yes, THAT SPINE…:).

It would like to be reconnected now because many of us Dead Fans are tired of the broken/indecisive/wimpy Rick who doesn’t even see what an almost fearless, capable knight his son has become.

Heretofore, Rick had been a brave, resourceful man. The cowering Rick who kept claiming he was “no longer in charge” at the end of the mid-season finale was a big disappointment to me. And his lack of valor last season, in general, and last night just goes completely against Rick’s character, if you ask me. His 13-year-old son shouldn’t have more chutzpah than his father, n’est-ce pas? I could be wrong, or, maybe, I just prefer my heroes not crumble during the worst of times.

Perhaps, I’ve seen way too many Batman movies. You know, the character who fell on his sword in The Dark Knight rather than  sullying the character of a good man gone terribly bad. Seeing the shell of bad-assed Rick getting a beat-down by the Governor without much of a fight gives The Walking Dead a soap opera-ish tone instead of the dark ambiance a post-apocalyptic series should have.

Yes, perhaps, I’m being harsh. However, my name is Tenacious BITCH, not Nurse Nightingale, and. I realize that Rick murdered his best friend. He lost his wife and way too many people that he cared about. And then, after all that, he had to deal with that worthless, ego-centric, conniving murderer known as THE GOVERNOR. Rick toured hell a couple of times, and he’s still kicking, well – more like limping, but anyway.  And it would be extremely difficult to process all that Rick and his group have gone through.

Thank God, I’ve never had to deal with any of that. However, I did lose both my mother and my father very suddenly to cancer, and I had to legally evict my drug addict brother from Nana’s house. And don’t even get me started on the misery of living with Nana for 2, almost 3 years when I felt like a slave in my own house.

But, anywho, I just hope and pray that if ever faced with a zombie apocalypse or any other type of disaster that cripples society as we know it, that I have the courage to utilize the Michonne method of therapy. She didn’t go quietly into the night or waffle when the gov took her captive. No, she vowed to kill him! And she coped with her anger, frustration and the pain of losing her child/her boyfriend/Andrea and so many others by killing 23 zombies in about 90 seconds. AWESOME! 🙂

So, I told my husband we must invest in a couple of katana swords because I want to be prepared for the zombies when they come knocking, and I think if I kill enough of them, I won’t start seeing anyone’s ghost–and if the gov had shown up at my front door with a tank, and he refused to consider trying to live together, I think I would’ve said…

“All right, you win. We’ll be out of the prison by night fall.” And, then, I would’ve casually walked away and covertly rounded everyone up, gave them a gun and told them to fire away at the soon-to-be zombified head of THE GOVENOR…instead of waiting for him to kill Herschel.

But, maybe, that’s just me…and maybe, that’s why people call me – the TENACIOUS BITCH…

So, Rick, feel free to grab your spine on the way out. Your fans would greatly appreciate it….:)

~Over and out from TB and her band of truth-spouting hippies

TENACIOUS BITCH

© 2014 – Tenacious Bitch

Post #122 – Words of Wisdom from the WEE ones…

Posted in art, BOOKS, Family, family battles, friends, humor, memoir, Motherhood, nonfiction, parenting, relationships, true stories, true stories, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 19, 2013 by tenaciousbitch

My cousin recently posted a conversation on Facebook that she’d had with her 4-year-old after telling her son that she had to punish him so that he would learn how to be a good human being.

His reply was, “You need to try something else because this isn’t working.”  TOO FUNNY, right? These days my conversations with Max, my 21-year-old, are all too often merely my asking questions, and his grunts, shrugs, and/or one-word replies.

So, I long for the days of dazzling and thought-provoking conversations between me and my children like one particular day when Max was eight. His homework was to write a one-page essay on someone from a different culture or a different religion. Max was hell bent on making his best friend, Alex, the subject of his paper. But Alex, who lived across the street, was also in third grade, was born in America, and his family is Protestant.

“You can’t do a paper on Alex because he was born in America,” I replied.

“So was Oscar.”

“Yes, but Oscar [another 8-year-old friend] is Mexican, and his family moved here when his mom was pregnant with him. They’re Catholic, which is not like our Presbyterian church, and the Mexican culture is very different as well.”

“But Oscar doesn’t have a moped, and Alex does. And he’s the only kid on the street who has a moped.”

I smiled. I could see his point if the inventory of one’s toys was considered one of the factors for his homework, but such was not the case.

“That doesn’t matter. His moped was a birthday gift. Where you were born, the language you speak, the way you dress, your religion, that’s what matters when defining someone’s culture.”

Max frowned. “Oscar doesn’t wear jeans, and Alex does.”

I shook my head, trying not to laugh because I knew that Max didn’t give a rat’s ass what the cultural differences were. He wanted to write about Alex’s moped, and he wanted to turn in photos of the moped also (because you got extra credit for photos). You see, Max was in love with that moped. He’d been begging for one since the moment he caught a glimpse of Alex tooling around on it in front of his house. But at the same time, he obviously didn’t understand the difference between one culture and another.

“Yes, he does. Don’t be silly. All your friends wear jeans.”

“Nuh, uh, he does not,” he sputtered, his lower lip puffing out in disappointment.

I smiled. “Try again, Sport. How about doing your paper on your friend, Kareem?”

Another frown. “Why?” He retorted angrily. “Does he speak Martian or something?”

I laughed, and Max smiled, knowing he was just being goofy.

“No, people from South Africa speak English and Farsi, I think. But Kareem doesn’t speak another language, right?”

“No,” Max said grumpily.

“And he’s Muslim, so that’s very different, and–”

“So, what? Who cares if Oscar is Mexican, and they go to another church, and Karim was born in another country and isn’t a Christian. We’re all Americans, right, Mom?”

“Yes.”

“Well, my teacher said because of your culture, your family is different – like some people in Africa sometimes all live together with their moms and dads and grandmothers and cousins and uncles, all in one house. Most people in America don’t do that.”

“Right.”

“So, Alex is the only one who lives with his dad and his Dad’s girlfriend,  instead of his mom and Dad. And he’s the only one who doesn’t have any brothers or sisters, and I’ve got four brothers. And Oscar has two brothers and a sister, and Kareem has a sister and a baby brother, right?”

“Right.”

“And if we’re all Americans, we’re all the same, doesn’t matter where you go to church or what language you speak you’re still an American, but Alex’s family is different, and he’s the only one of my friends with blue eyes, and my teacher said that sometimes the way you look makes a difference. So, I don’t see why I can’t do my paper on Alex.”

Man, it was hard to argue with that logic…if only most Americans felt that way, it’d be a better place, would it not?” 🙂

Max ended up writing his paper on Oscar-albeit begrudgingly. As I recall, he got a B- on it, and then, he ripped it up and threw it in the trashcan. I didn’t say anything. I just let that go, but, apparently, Max could not let this issue fade into the night. Finally, when I thought Max had forgotten all about it, his teacher, Mrs. Childers, called about the other paper Max wrote.

“What other paper?” I asked.

“Another essay about someone named Alex. He handed it to me saying all that culture stuff is a bunch of ca ca, and this the one he should’ve done and that it was an A+ paper!” Mrs. Childers explained cheerily. “Afterward, he stomped over to his desk, crossed his arms, and fumed until recess. He didn’t do any work, but he didn’t bother anyone, so I just let him be. Eventually, he started drawing pictures of  Alex’s Moped. After lunch, he was fine on the playground and very attentive all afternoon.”

“I’m sorry to hear that he blew up like that,” I replied, trying not to laugh. “Is he in trouble? Did he say or do anything else?”

“No, I just wanted you to know how much this unit on culture upset him, but I think he vented his frustration in a very positive manner.”

“Well, thank you,” I said with relief because too often Max expelled his aggravation by screaming at people, breaking things, kicking his desk, or unfortunately, slugging a classmate, on occasion. “That was very nice of you to call and let me know.”

And…as they say…was that…

Over and out from CRAZYTOWN – where the CRAZY store never closes…:)

Tenacious BITCH and her band of truth-spouting hippies

Kennedy/tb

Post #104 – Teaser TUESDAY – about the NECK and such…

Posted in BOOKS, humor, memoir, nonfiction, true stories, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on July 23, 2013 by tenaciousbitch

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

To add a teaser to your own blog or make comments on shouldbereading.com, go here:

http://shouldbereading.wordpress.com/2013/07/16/teaser-tuesdays-july-16/

That said, here’s a couple of lines from the wonderful tome I am currently consuming:

“Our faces are lies, and our necks are the truth. You have to cut open a redwood tree to see how old it is, but you wouldn’t have to if it had a neck.”

From I FEEL BAD ABOUT MY NECK by Nora Ephron. Nora, God rest her soul, was the screenwriter who penned the infamous: Silkwood, Sleepless in Seattle, and my favorite – When Harry Met Sally among other incredible screenplays. And her book is just as hilarious as When Harry Met Sally, which I think was a ground-breaking if not brilliant screenplay, which totally illuminated an entirely different view of relationships between men and women.

Hope you’re all having a great day.
HAPPY READING…

TenaciousBITCH and her band of truth-spouting hippies