Category: random one-offs

  • What’s next? Locusts?

    The world is spinning out of control.  The US is spinning out of control.  Honestly, I’m scared – for so many crazy different reasons.

    When I was in middle school, I had a not-quite-right teacher.  His name was Mr. Domen as best I can recall.  Being 14, he seemed ancient – who knows how old he really was.  He was a football coach and taught social studies.  You’d learn quickly to be really careful how you passed by his room between classes.  He wore his whistle around his neck and stood at the doorway, bellowing and blowing his whistle for the least little thing.

    One day, I don’t remember the reason, but he grabbed a kid walking by, slammed him by his neck into the lockers, screamed in his face, and then let him go on his way.  It was 1986 and that was just barely considered unacceptable.

    Anyway, I remember we were discussing the history of countries and governments and he told us that the US would probably dissolve in the next few decades, that it wouldn’t make it to 250.  I remember everyone basically laughing and not taking it serious.  Now, I’m not so sure that he wasn’t really perceptive.

    Speaking of perceptive, in a weird sort of pivot…  I am not a religious person, at all.  I’m not 100% atheist but damn close.  M, the husband, is 110% atheist without a doubt.  I also love to read, it used to be books but nowadays it’s pretty much only audio books.  I read a lot of different genres and a while back, over 10+ years at this point I’m sure, I got hooked on the “Left Behind” series.  The first one was captivating and I kept reading them until I reached the point where the book club I got my CDs from didn’t carry the next book and there I stopped.  They got rather whacked out & unbelievable – even more batshit nuts then when, in the first one, half the world disappears – Poof!

    Back to the point.  I would not be shocked at all to discover that the current leader here in the US is, in fact, the Anti-Christ.  And this from a near total atheist.

    Next related pivot.  My current job is smack in the middle of the most backwoods & racist areas of Pennsylvania.  With Covid, the department of 8 had six working at home, with the supervisor and me the only ones in the department coming in.   Visitors to the department, coming in to talk to the supervisor, speak in such a way as their political and religious views aren’t hard to guess.

    These are the people that think it’s a hoax.  Somehow, the entire world conspired together to assemble a giant conspiracy, whose purpose was to hurt their dear leader’s campaign for re-election.  My husband has been yelled at while pumping gas, for wearing a mask.

    Now another has come back, the one that I’m training so that I can leave this place.  I’m a contracted employee, but not a temp… though they don’t understand the difference.  I’m supposed to be done on July 3, but there’s discussion of extending me… I hope not.  He and the supervisor are on the same side of the fence.  I try to speak up against the constant flow of conspiracy theories and xenophobic, racist statements but it’s a struggle.

    It is so disgusting, that in 2020 there is still so much racism, both blatant and subtle. What makes people think that your skin color determines your worth? How do we fix this?  The world is boiling oil, one little pop of oil into the fire and it could blow.  Every country has a group of people that get treated like shit and it’s not okay anymore.

  • Tattoo… You?

    Today, while wandering on WordPress, I found The Daily Post blog that gives ideas for daily posts and today’s was Tattoo… You? I decided to use the same title and share my tattoo and its story (which isn’t profound or exciting, just is.)

    I always wanted at least one tattoo. I can remember being a teenager in the 80s and thinking about what I might want as a future tattoo.  For you younguns, note, this was not necessarily normal behavior as back then it wasn’t at all acceptable to have ink like it is nowadays.

    Fast forward a few years, I became old enough for a tattoo but it wasn’t a priority to spend money on!  Then I met my husband.  He had a giant tattoo of an eagle, that was a cover-up for a well-endowed bull, that had been a cover-up of a woman’s name.  Whenever I would bring up wanting a tattoo he would be discouraging and point to his as an example of why I might not want to start down the tattoo path.

    Fast forward a few more years.  We were at a motorcycle rally in June 2009 and I was outwardly admiring the many tattoos around when finally the husband said, “if you really want one, get one.”  Well, needless to say, the next stop that day was the tattoo guy.  Luckily it was a good one and I got my first tattoo, a crab with a goofy expression, on my upper right arm.

    crab

    Why a crab?  Since I was born in July, the crab is my zodiac symbol and I’ve always liked them (though I consider the zodiac a pile of hooey.)   The goofy expression is because I can be a little goofy at times and it just made me smile when I looked at the picture.

    Then two months later we went to another motorcycle rally where Doby was set up again and I got a beach and such added to my crab.

    crabwithbeach

    The next year we went again to the rally in August and I had Doby add a dolphin into the water.

    crabwithdolphin

    Nothing got added in 2011 because that was the year I had a massive DVT in my leg and spent the entire summer on Warfarin.  Between my blood being thin and my leg being week, there was no motorcycle riding and no tattooing for me that year!

    In June of 2012 we went back to the rally in Johnstown, PA.  It really isn’t my favorite one, spread across the town, open to the public, and commercialized (read: overpriced everything) but Doby is there so we drove up for the day just to get tattooing done.  I got a fish added.  Yes, it looks like Nemo.  No, that wasn’t my thought in picking it…

    crabwithfish  I need to take a better picture then the one from the day it was done…

    Since I’d skipped a year of inking, I got a second tattoo that day.  This is on my left inner wrist.

    flower

    That is it so far.  It is true, tattoos become addicting!  I absolutely want more… I have a few other ocean items I’d like to add to my right arm to finish it off.  Then I have a concept in mind for my left arm, grass, flowers, bees, trees, butterflies, and such.  Possibly an ankle tattoo… who knows.

    The possibilities are almost endless.  I say “almost” because I prefer to keep them where I can see them and show them off if I want to and cover them when I don’t.