9.17.2022

Stuck In Middle America

 I am in a NOrman ROckwell at first glance. 

But this superb stack home community sheds light on themselves little by bit at a time.

It is easy to see how afraid people are to be alone and easily succumb to complacency in a neighborhood like this.

I already feel smothered by the gross need for everyone to have someone so they can feel validated.




Don't wear hot pink leather pants to a Global Entry Interview

 And don't be a white, female, blonde that can't cover the stamp, which says the world will keep fucking with you when they could have just let the door open. 

And definitely, don't be white and blonde and wear hot pink leather pants to AN INTERVIEW where the Hispanic machismo already knows he is going to fuck with you. 

The one thing about Tex-Mex machismo is...  you don't have it if you can't look the girl in the eye right before you fuck her!

He wanted me to relive the most horrific moments of my life all over again. I could not do that. 

I had a couple scars on my app, so wondering why they allowed the interview and did not deny the first round of my application to Global Entry? Did Texas need the $100 app fee that bad?

I was an idiot anyway.

Global Entry is not Global..it is just for the U.S. 



5.25.2022

Uvalde. shockingly not surprising anymore

 OK media, calm down before you rant on stupid things!

it has only been a day - speak only of the love and lives and in a week or so go on your stupid rant about guns not understanding the true nature of these crimes and how to stop them.

A child was brutally teased through school, comes home every day after those blows to a hostile environment with a drug addict and no where to seek help. So his anger grew and grew, and grew. And he went back to this childhood, waiting for this moment until he was 18 to buy the assault rifles, and he chose elementary school because that is where he was hurt the worst.

Here is the thing, if he could not get the rifles, he would have found another way to inflict the pain he was feeling on the community who abandoned him.
Not about guns! Not about politics! This is about a child finally breaking. And turning into a teen growing up and people caring less and less.
Every school shooting has one theme and that theme is extreme bullying with out a support system at home or at school!

Until you address the real elephant in the room, nothing will be fixed.

CHILD WELFARE, MENTAL HEATH!!

You had a sweet kid with friends slowly disintegrate in front of people and NO ONE reached out...

 and now he is the monster.

He wanted people to feel his years of vented up pain and be heard.

Well, 19 children later... he finally was heard.

This could have been stopped 10 years ago if anyone decided to give a shit.

All my loves and prayers to the families! But please let's get real.

5.17.2022

Johnny Depp vs Amber Heard Trial

 Anyone else getting too emotionally involved and pushing out some PTSD behaviors just watching the Depp vs Heard trial?

I am sorry, I tried to stay neutral for as long as I could, but coming from the world she so desperately is trying to describe lacks the color and clarity of memories.

I remember in vivid color and clarity everything that someone did to me. Hell I have a digital catalog with time stamps.

She has a written diary? Have they date tested the ink? Yes, that is how cynical I am of her testimony.

The other weekend, I was in a grocery store and I thought I saw the man who stole my house, and I froze. I literally freaked out thinking it was him and what would I have done if it was actually him and recognize me and worse come over to talk to me.

Luckily, it was not him.... but reminds me - this never goes away. EVER!

I am sure people act in different ways, maintain their composure during testimony - by the way what is in that pink liquid? - but we don't get snagged on tape saying yes I hit you and get over it, and in court say I never assaulted anyone.

Some of us do take the hurt and never say anything except on an underground blog no one reads. I don't think this is Amber's case. 

Johnny is the one can't look at her, but she can look at everyone. You fooled people once, but you can't fool them twice, not with 10 years on your face. You do not look so innocent any more. Not that you did in your first deposition. How is that eye-rolling and snickering working for you now?

Enough of her. I would send you the link to have her cancelled from Aquaman 2, but I do not believe in cancelling anyone. Netflix learned that lesson as well as Bozoma Saint John who got her ass kicked to the curb for leading the charge to publish movies that lecture people. 

Don't be a false leader.

the Blonde



2.06.2022

I never dump men, I just....

ask them when we are getting married 

if I want them gone:)

The Blonde!

Never Rent a Storage Unit if Management Lives on Prem! U-Haul!

 It has always been my opinion and historical fact, that any storage unit rented with on-prem management is a hustle.

What kind of people live at a storage facility? And what is their family and employees like?

First one, they stole all my television sets while  kept going up and down to unload. They kept me busy with their loser family trying to talk to me as they stole from me.

I was tired and did not figure it out until later, and guess what? When I asked for security camera footage...

duh, they did not work .

Now, I tried to move into a new one and they fuck with the billing. Supposedly, I got a free month, but had to pay the first month. 

Then they made up for the free month buy double billing me in February.

Uncle Bob for 20 years, which turned into Life Storage and other than they added $70 to bill within 1 year. Now the gate is broken and lets in the crack heads.

I will taser any fucker that comes close to me and probably until they need an ambulance because if my PTSD.

U-Haul is the sketchy one. 

They got me in at $225, only to yank up my rent in the first month by $30...really not an issue, but the fact I was quoted a free months rent and got doubled bill in February for it. leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

I rented a van to move the little bit I have out and put it back in may garage.

At these rates, it is just easier to buy another house and store there.

There will be a follow up to this bullshit. Because you haven't heard how the sales girl had fun fucking me with the U-Haul van rental. Thanks Monique for being a dick. You are my next highlight!


Oh shit, update!!!!!

Wait to I tell you about the bullying and harassment by this girl when I called to say I would be a few days late!











1.21.2022

Why Cops Freak Me OUT!

I have not written about this  before.

Most traumatizing things, I tend to bury and ignore it happened until it goes away.

But you can not escape PTSD, and that cray will come out when something triggers your ass.

For me it was the Refuel bit and the fucking cop and kid.

Reminded me of the time I had a bad asthma attack and barely made it to the pharmacy to get the emergency inhaler. Unfortunately for me, the pharmacy was next door to the loon house and some freak from within called the police. 

I have no idea what they said, the hispanic, female cop with a chip on her shoulder would not reveal that information.

I explained to her I just had an asthma attack and stopped to pick up an emergency inhaler. I showed her the receipt , but this bitch did not care one bit. She was taking me down just because she fucking could.

She made me do the touch your nose, recite the alphabet backward, lift one leg and I passed with flying colors. She still put me in the fucking car and took me to jail.

I sat for an hour against a white brick wall... I think they were waiting for me to show some sign of drunkeness that would never come.

Than after that did not work, they tried to pressure me into a blood test. I refused because I had taken the albuterol and that could register as a false positive for a drug. 

When I refused, they claimed I was suicidal and they stripped me of my clothes, put me in a paper gown and through me into a cement block with the temperature set at 40% F.

The next day, I was pulled out of the cell and brought up to to a black woman who said she could keep me in through the entire Thanksgiving holiday. And she was right. She could have said and done anything and I would be powerless.

I kept my mouth shut, refused to say anything. She kept going on saying shit, trying to make me break. But you can't break someone who is already broken, bitch!

The cops were so fucking mean to me. Like they took pride and joy in fucking with a person who never really deserved to be there in the first place.

So defund police? HELL FUCKING YES!!!!


1.18.2022

Refuel Market? What is wrong with your new people?

 I know there is a new world order, but let us not get carried away, OK cancel twats.

I have over 20 years with this gas station and Wag-a-Bag in my neighborhood.

I have never, ever had an issue with the wonderful people who worked there. Until now.

Apparently, white people are on notice at this gas station.

I get inclusion, diversity, but some times it is taken a bit too far with the younger generation.

Two nights ago, I got slammed for being a redskin fan and I should know better. I haven't watched football since the craziness of renaming the team. 

Tonight, I used the air pump thing and not only did it not work. it let the air out of my tire even more. 

The young man on duty behind the register told me to ask the young man outside on a personal call. 

I am sorry I interrupted him.. 

He walked over to the air station with me, and boy he had a bug up his ass. 

He was pissed he had to help me, and after being a dick, the last straw for me was telling me the bald tire was the reason the machine did not work.

Does the air machine have a tread sensor on it? NO!

Tire tread has nothing to do with  inflation unless punctured.  I assume he was having a really bad day but he turned the mood onto me, and I am always glad to return the favor.

Just cuz your black, does not mean you get a free pass for being a dick for no reason.

Also, there was a cop who lingered around, for what I have no idea. 

Anyhoo, this kid must have taddled on me - for giving rudeness back to him  - so this black cop pulled up behind my car's ass. You know the drill when you are in trouble with a cop....they get up really close to your car's ass.

So I see the headlights out of my rear view mirror while I was checking my dashboard to check the tire level. I get out of my car, look at the headlights and the kid standing next to the cop's driver side window. 

The kid looks at me and says, " He is speaking to you." in a very rude tone. How the fuck would I know the cop was speaking to me. I could not see him behind the headlights, nor hear him because he was in his fucking vehicle.

I think the kid was hoping I would instigate something. I did not. You know why? Because white people are not stupid and don't fuck with cops. We raise our hands, say yes sir, nor sir...etc....

I walked up to the cop in is car and he asked is there a problem. I said the machine is broken and I had to buy a $12 can of glue stuff to refill my tire ( and by the way- I want to be refunded for that ).

I told him it did not work but I am only a few miles up the road and I can hobble my car home. Am I going to have trouble with you?

He asked why?

I said because you are 2 feet up the ass of my car and wondering if you are going to pull me over once I get in to drive it home.

He said., "Why would I do that?"

I said, "Because I would be driving with an inflated wheel and dangerous conditions. You can make up what you want. Do you think black people are the only ones scared of a cop who is clearly trying to prove a point?"

He took off after that, and the kid sauntered away with a smug and still shitty attitude.

I am sad. Wag-a-Bag made convenient stores feel like family and now this Refuel comes in and hires a bunch of over-woke twentysomething with chips on their fucking shoulder.

Will be finding a new station.

1.14.2022

Scared Mother Fucking Parents are getting pussy whipped!

 need I say more?

You are so scared to be a parent and fuck things up, you are fucking them up 10X to the trillionth whatever the fuck!

By the time this sad little parenting saga is over, we will be dealing with the aftermath of kids who never really wanted a sex change.

They were just pressured into it by peer pressure, principals, and teachers who wanted to pat themselves on the back for not being homophobes or racists and pushed the agenda too fucking FAR!!!!!!!!!!

New World Order. Let's Hope you Don't Take it too far!

 I just came back from the convenience store, and some counter chick was wearing an Astros hat. 

My bad, not sure what ball the Astros played with. it is Texas, who cares other than Texans!

Told her the last time I paid any attention to pro-sports was before the Redskins getting flagged for their name. 

Before the kneeling hit, which is cool. Who cares? Do your thing. If it helps someone, go for it.

The Indian Braves, which quite frankly I get. What Indian has a honker the size of a Jewish dude?

But than this bitch started talking shit about my Skins. Saying, they should have known it was coming. What was coming? 

The hashtag movements of me too and cancel culture?

OK, so the Redskins are now the Washington Football team. How did that fix the world? How did that stop racism?

How does that make anyone really feel better?

Woo Hoo cancel club, you changed a name like your fucking pronouns. Makes me laugh, you kids really do not have anything worth fighting about so you are making up shit that really does not fucking matter in the grand scheme of things!

The 5-time NFL champions Washington Redskins hold a rich history. You can't talk about the National Football League without naming the capital's team plenty of times.

Native American communities have been fighting for this name change for three decades now. Ironically, the team's logo was designed by Walter “Blackie” Wetzel, the chairman of Blackfeet Nation and president of the National Congress of American Indians. 

According to census records and to his birth certificate,[1] he was born William Henry Dietz, or "Willie," on August 17, 1884, in Rice Lake, Wisconsin, at 16 West Humbird Street. His father William Wallace Dietz, settled in the area in 1871 and was elected county sheriff in 1877. His father married Leanna Ginder in November 1879.

"Willie" attended Oklahoma's Chilocco Indian Agricultural School, where he may have feigned some kind of Indian identity for the first time according to researcher Linda Waggoner. She wrote, "Naturally, visitors to the St. Louis World's Fair exhibit, including Dietz's future wife, Winnebago artist Angel De Cora (1871–1919), thought Dietz was a Chilocco student."[2] Waggoner traced Dietz' heritage in several articles in Indian Country Today Media Network and at a 2013 symposium at the National Museum of the American Indian.

Dietz's heritage was first contested in 1916 after former neighbors who settled on the Pacific Coast heard he was posing as a Native American. In December 1918 the Federal Bureau of Investigation looked into his heritage after he registered for the draft as a "Non-Citizen Indian" with an allotment. The Bureau found he had taken on the identity of James One Star, an Oglala man of the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation 12 years his senior who had disappeared in Cuba in 1894. Dietz also claimed he was the head of an American film company that produced propaganda films for the war.

Dietz was tried in Spokane, Washington in June 1919 for the first offense. One Star's sister, Sallie Eaglehorse, testified after seeing him for the first time at the trial that Dietz was definitely not her brother.[2] Still, the judge instructed the jury to determine whether Dietz "believed" he was a Native American, not whether it was true. Despite that others had witnessed his birth in the summer of 1884 or had seen him the following day, Dietz's mother Leanna claimed he was the Native American son of her husband who had been switched a week or more after she had a stillbirth. Dietz's acting ability along with his mother's fallacious testimony (to protect him from prison) resulted in a hung jury, but Dietz was immediately re-indicted. The second trial resulted in a sentence of 30 days in the Spokane County Jail after he pleaded "no contest".[2]

Dietz's true heritage remains controversial. Although he is recognized as an "Indian athlete" by Dan Snyder, owner of the Washington Football Team (formerly known as the Washington Redskins), Indian Country Today Media Network ran a series of articles in 2004 exposing Dietz as a white man masquerading as a Native American.[3] In 1988, the National Congress of American Indians attempted to meet and discuss the issue with the team's former owner, Jack Kent Cooke, but Cooke refused a meeting.

The new free Indian nation...what should they be proud of? Gambling, not educating their people, drugs, alcohol, no hope? 

Bravo real Redskins! 

Only thing non-native people did was love a football team without thought to your heritage. Sorry, hopefully this debacle is behind us and you can figure out how not to destroy your own culture because you are running out of people to blame now!





1.02.2022

It is 2022 and still we have the pronoun problem.

 I spent my new year popping a bottle of bubbly, spent more than it was worth, and drank it alone watching old Dick Clark Rockin Eve on YouTube, and watched the fireworks outside my window.

I remember only 5 new years. 

Taking a private plane ( owned by some football player who did not join)  to Dallas for an un-epic evening at a steak house that I would have only gone to for lunch and the men ordering the worst fucking wine on the menu.

 Y2K, spent that night at a hospital with a dickhead boyfriend ( CEO of said hospital ) and thought kitty litter would be a good idea in case the toilets stopped working because plumbing works off of computers??? 

The death of my Grandmother, the mean one but had to stand by her side on NYE until she finally gasped her last breath.

The other 2...

Clubbing with my sister and my purse and wallet were stolen.

And the last one, my favorite one.....the last night in my house. The pink house. Laid in my bed, listened to parties up and down the street, knew my son was OK at his grandparents, and turned on the gas. 

That was my best new year's eve, until I got jerked out of my bed with a fireman telling me I had a gas leak. No shit sherlock. Mind you own fucking business!

And life has been like that ever since. 

My message to Snowflakes, Wokes, and the LGBQT drama queens that think society is not doing enough to help you feel what you need to feel...join the fucking club!

Only, for me no one gives a shit but you queer fucks....Hollywood is bending over backwards to make sure every story line has your non-binary, need to be a pronoun bullshit.

You are making a mockery of all the people who stood before you who fought hard for gay rights. 

Hey parents and schools! 

Stop giving every kid a voice and a trophy. They are not using either well!

the Blonde