Dinosaurs, and Sexual Assault

New Ink Friday!

I wish this was a regular thing! Haha but no…. Just a I got lucky enough to save up some $$$ to get some work done.

Several months back, I had this guy, from wall flash, tattooed on my thigh.

And after sending over my ideas and some inspiration images to my artist, which included photos of an enamel pin, a watercolor painting, and a piece of polymer clay sculpture, he came up with this.

There will be some other small details added around it before it’s done.

Anyway, I was having pre-tattoo anxiety last night so I was up late, and then woke up super early with pre-tattoo excitement this morning. I pottered around the house, watched some Nurse Jackie, gave Moppie her meds, and ate a good breakfast. Then I hopped in the car to head into town.

Crown and Dagger Tattoo and my bank are on the same block, so I found street parking, walked to the ATM, got cash, and sat on a bench to wait for the shop to open. I was wearing shorts for easy access to my thigh. The bench was metal, and very cold. I did not stay sitting long.

Finally I went in and Charlie got to work getting my stencil ready, and then he applied it. He busted out a sharpie to make a few minor edits directly on my thigh. Then we got started.

About 2 hours after I had arrived, I had this.

I’ll be going back in the next couple months for one final session, but I love how he got was I was imagining just right!

Danny Trejo Saved My Life

I had a dream the other day while napping that was super crazy. I was in high school, but my school was located on a fairgrounds. Everyone hated me. I had no friends, this rich girl constantly attacked me. Life was not good.

I was walking around the livestock barns one afternoon when all of a sudden a huge black bull charged me out of nowhere, threw me into the air, then grabbed me by the head with his teeth. I ended up next to a fence and the bull just kept coming. I thought I was going to die, but then Danny Trejo got a friend to help distract the bull, helped me through the fence, and got me to safety. I had a concussion and several broken bones.

After that I went to the drama room to hide out a while. I saw a friend there and I stayed way too late, missing the bus home. While I was trying to find a ride, someone asked why I didn’t just drive my car home. But I don’t have a car. Except I did. My dad had built me a big purple Trans Am (even though he was dead) and it was waiting for me.

As I approached the car, it wasn’t a car at all. It was a big purple yacht called the Revenge of the Squid with squids carved all over it.

The rich girl who made me life hell claimed the yacht was for her and refused to get off my boat, so I threw her overboard. Then I went sailing with the two people that took care of me. 🙂

Twofer

I’ve had a couple really out there dreams in the last few days I thought I would share.

A couple days ago, I dreamt that I was at this big gathering, mostly women, and I had gotten there by school bus.

Apparently it was a get to know you mixer where polygamous families could look for a new sister wife. (probably inspired by my recent watching of Big Love)

I was approached by 3 people, who all wanted to know if I was interested in joining their families. One was a request from someone who was a friend when I was a teen (until I found out he was a neo-Nazi) & one was delivered by the mother of the woman who was interested in me. I wasn’t the least bit interested in him but she did get my attention and I agreed to meet for dinner.

The woman was named Amy and she was an Asian Mayim Bialik. Somehow we ended up having sex on the school bus in front of all the mothers. It was weird. It was also surprising because she had a very large penis.

There was also a subplot going on where my shoes kept disappearing. And then I woke up.

The dream I had today was a little wilder. I came out of somewhere to get in my car, but my car was gone. I asked a couple people where my car was, and someone knocked me out and dragged me to their car where upon awakening, I was presented with a mop that was a super computer (and kind of reminded me of Alexa) and told I needed to get home immediately, that this other woman would drive me there.

My friend and I got in the car with her, and as we were approaching my house, we saw the ravine was filled with ice and there was a washing machine race going on. The woman driving us suddenly veered off the road down into the ravine where we discovered a huge party going on. Everything was covered in ice and snow, there was a part of a house (a kitchen with a beer fridge and a living room down the hall) and so many people milling around.

After a few hours I knew I had to get home because something happened to my dogs, and I tried and tried to climb out of the ravine with my mop and a rake. Eventually I succeeded and started trekking my way towards home only to have to pass thru another building floating on bits of ice in a large body of freezing water that was filled with embroidery projects.

Holidays on the Homestead

So tonight was the annual Holidays in the Homestead at the Antelope Valley Indian Museum. I’ve participated as a vendor I think 4 years in a row now, including one year when I was the only vendor who showed up. That was an interesting but pretty profitable night .. Lol.

Tonight there a a good turnout with 5 vendors and a pretty good turnout of guests. I was really apprehensive about the stock I was bringing because I was going to be focused on things that were new to me  and steering away from jewelry. Turns out that was a good move because 80% of the other vendors’ offerings were jewelry.

I took several small finished cross stitch designs (3 sold), stuffed toys (I sold 2 or 3 I can’t remember), crocheted flower hair clips (sold 4 pair), cotton face scrubbies (sold 4 or 5 I think), Halloween magnets (I sold most of the bats), $1 bracelets (sold 2), and shockingly I sold 2 of my 3 paintings. I didn’t sell any earrings.

The stuffed toys I sold pretty cheaply because I’m running out of room to store them. I let the paintings go inexpensively as well simply because they were quick and inexpensive to make.

I ended up making $85 over the cost of my table, so it was a pretty successful night and fun too.

There were a few people who wanted things for less then it costs to make them but most people were pretty decent about the prices.

Afterwards, I put my cash in at the ATM and grabbed a bite to eat  When I got home I paid off a small bill and Monday I’ll see about replacing one of my tires. My mom has informed me she won’t accept any repayment of what I owe her until I get at least one new tire… Lol.

Y’all The Stupid Hurts

I was browsing Twitter and saw some comments regarding the Tangerine Shitgibbon’s comments on the horrible, scary, destructive fires ravaging California. Basically, the Forestry department is at fault here because they abused their funding, and failed to take up all the pine needles.

It makes my head spin that this idjit was elected to run our country. He’s of low intelligence, is incredibly inelegant, crass, rude, and completely clueless about the things people actually care about.

I watched the results roll in over the night of the last election and while Team Blue didn’t sweep evening away, we did okay. We lost the Senate but got a pretty solid grip on the House.

Do I expect to see amazing changes? No. But I do expect to see them fighting back against Team Red and helping us win a lot of small victories which will add up.

And more then that, I’m hoping that people will see even with this year’s iffy voter turnout, we can effect change, and the next election will have an even better turnout which will hopefully win us the Senate too.

The “Grand Old Party” might be been the right thing way back when, but we’re well beyond the dark ages of human rights. We can and should do better. We all deserve that.

I Voted (& I hope you did too)

Tonight my mom and I drove to our polling place, with plans for me to vote. I convinced her to vote too because she was already there, and at the last minute, she did.

I’m glad she did because people like me and my mom and my friends need to take back the country from Trump and his lackeys. The United States isn’t feeling very safe with him in charge, and I worry for my person of color, my female, my queer friends.

We all need to be part of the solution. Because remember, if you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem!

Project Get My Shit Together

I met with my Department of Rehab counselor today and we spent a little over an hour working up my plan to become a medical lab technician or maybe a medical laboratory scientist. I could be a legit actual scientist!

Basically, it looks like this :

  • Complete perquisites at CoC
  • Meet program requirements (things like health testing, malpractice insurance)
  • Complete degree
  • Sit for state licensing exam
  • Find employment
  • Continue to support me thru first 3 months of employment

They’ll be paying for everything, even my transportation fees, which is pretty amazing.

Tonight I applied for admission at College of the Canyons and also applied for FAFSA.

In two weeks I’ll be attending orientation for the program, and hopefully I’ll have all my questions in order by them.

One of those questions is if I take the Phlebotomy elective within the program, does this get me my phlebotomy cert, which is a requirement for admission into the program. If it doesn’t, will I be better off getting my cert thru AV Adult School instead?

There’s a lot to think about but taking everything one step at a time will ensure everything is done right.

Scary Adult Stuff

I did a brave but scary thing this evening.

One of the first people my ex introduced me to while we were together was this guy who physically is totally my type. Turns out he’s really nice, an actual good guy.

We’d see each other at parties and friends house over the next 9 and a half years. He would flirt with me after he had a few drinks, but I never saw him flirt with anyone else. Multiple times we went out in a group and I watched beautiful women try really hard to get his attention and he would never notice.

Fast forward 8 years. My ex and I have split up, and I’m chatting with him online fairly often. Still running into each other socially, at parties, whatever. I like him. A lot. Tried being subtle. Tried being obvious. No idea how he feels except I’m fairly sure he’s attracted to me.

Tonight I sent him a message that said:

“Okay…. So like potentially awkward message time.

I have no idea if you’re seeing anyone, but I’m interested in you, and I don’t know if you’re uninterested or just oblivious. I’ve found you to be attractive since we first met.

I would like to get to know you better and possibly see you romantically. Getting straight to the point here… Lol.

If you’re not interested, that’s okay too. But it’s up to you now. I haven’t got a goddamn clue how this whole dating thing even works.

I hope you’re having a good evening!“

Then I proceeded to panic because I’m a 12 year old girl.

Anyway, long story slightly shorter, he responded, he likes me a lot, but he’s trying to work on some personal issues before seriously dating anyone. This feels legit because his last relationship was a big mess and he’s a very honest person.

He also said he wasn’t missing all my signals, he’s just not good at expressing things sometimes so he’s glad I took the direct route so we could talk about it.

So yeah. I took a risk, did not go up in flames, and maybe it’ll work out to our liking in the future. I don’t think he’s really kinky but he is very open minded and has a curious nature.

I’m sitting here now with some minor fallout from my earlier panic but I know things will be okay, whatever happens.

Frogman

I had another really crazy dream.

I went with my grandmother to her dead sister’s house to go through her stuff. I was excited because she did a lot of cross stitch and macrame and I was hoping to score some floss and cords.

When we got there, there were these huge grocery store style chest freezers. And there were large frogs in them. Weird but uh okay.

I’m about done going through stuff. My grandmother is obsessed with finding secret messages hidden in pieces of glass. Everything glass she’s holding up to her eye to look through it. My uncle Ed is there too doing the same thing. There were other people there too.

Then this guy approaches me. He’s cute, polite, friendly. He asks if he can call me tomorrow. It’s really important he can call at a certain time because he can’t stay out of the water too long. I say okay. We try to exchange numbers but when I ask his name, he croaked like a frog. I’m starting to put things together now. Finally I start to give him my number.

Suddenly my grandfather appears and starts screaming at both of us. That I’m too young and naive to get involved in this, that the military is never going to take me away. I’m pissed because I just want to continue talking to this sweet man. Finally after a lot of yelling, everyone disperses from around us. I give him my number.

Somewhere during our conversation, I realize he’s been genetically altered by the military and they want to do the same to me. As my family is leaving the house later, a robot asked me if my name is D. Wild. I said no and keep walking. It has a big syringe full of liquid.

I get back home, which literally means climbing a fence. The next thing I know, all the other people in the house are working to hide me from the military who is now frantically searching for me. One of the (also genetically modified) people is holding me in a feed trailer in the dark, using his scent to mask mine. He’s also caressing my skin (why am I naked?) and I’m getting turned on and trying to be still and quiet.

Somehow they get them to back off and leave me alone. Puppies are given out. A party is planned for the next night. My mom steps in and says everyone has to leave by 8pm at the party.

But everything’s okay now.