Wire Bead

Silver Wire hair bead made by me.

Happy Locks

Some of my friends are not on FaceBook and don't know that I have locked up my locks. Yes I have dreadlocks, no I do not listen to Bob Marley all day, maybe Bob Dylan but that's it.

Why?

When you decide to lock up your hair…I hope for your sake you have the patience of a saint. Be prepared to answer silly questions a zillion times. I figure it’s part of the journey, teaching me patients and to smile through the pain. I am also breaking the mold for stereo typing of what a fifty eight year old woman should look like. I really love the double takes from older people.

Before I did this I asked two supervisors at work about it. I work in a hospital. They looked up the dress code for me and reported back to me that there was nothing in the dress code about dreadlocks, there was a paragraph about different colored hair, like no pink hair.

The first day I showed up for work was nerve-racking. The very first day I got called into the big bosses office. She said to me and I quote “you have dreadlocks.” Brilliant deduction mam’ yes I have dreadlocks. Why would you do that to your hair? I wanted to say, staring into her eyes, right back at ya, why would you do that to your hair?

But I didn’t. I said I am Native American. Enrolled with a tribe from Minnesota. I have very strong feelings about my hair. When my ancestors were herded on to reservations they were made to cut their beautiful hair. Native Americans believe the spirit is held in their long hair. Scalping was started by the soldiers. Soldiers learned how much Native Americans valued their hair, and started to scalp the Indians. So the Indians in return did the same. A little known fact they forget to teach you in school. I also informed her that I had asked two supervisors about this before I did it. I said there is nothing in the dress code. She got the book out, read through it, looked up at me and said “you are right, there is nothing in the dress code.”

So if you are thinking about locking up your hair be sure to check it all out and do your research. Happy locking. Also be prepared to answer some really silly questions for example…I have worked at the hospital for ten years. Co-workers have started a conversation with me like this…it’s dirty and you never wash your hair. I look them in the eyes and I smile. It’s hair, why would I not wash it? You wash your hair don’t you? Of course I wash it. I wash it twice a week. Then I smile even bigger and say let’s go down to the lab and let them take some of my hair and some of yours and we will see who has cleaner hair shall we? The answer is always no.

Six Months out...

It's Almost Like Coming Home

Coming back here after so much time has gone by feels like home. A lot of my life stories are filed here. I made some life long friends here.

Last night while I was working I stopped by here and started looking through the old postings and visited some old friends. It felt very good.

I think I may stay a while. :-)

Lint Ball, dedicated to Leo.

This is Lint Ball.

Some of you know his story from FaceBook. I thought about him this morning. And I wanted to share his story with my friend Leo. So Leo this one is for you.

Before I left on my journey of a lifetime I had great anxiety about going. Great anxiety. I was at the laundry washing my clothes and getting ready to leave on my trip. I was sitting on a bench waiting and I started to pray. I had a turtle hanging from my mirror in my car and I was looking through the window at that turtle. I was praying and I asked the universe for a sign, give me a sign please that I should drive by myself on this 5000 mile journey and that I will be OK.

I was drinking a cup of coffee and I bent down to put my cup down and I saw this lint ball move. It was a lint ball with legs. I picked it up and thought what the heck is it? Started pulling the lint off and discovered a turtle. Unfreaking believable. I called Bruce. Bring me some spring water and a bucket. I told him the story and he did not believe me.

Bruce brought me the bucket and water. We dunked Lint Ball. We cleaned him off a little more. Sure enough, there he was a perfect baby turtle. The universe had given me my sign and answered my prayers. How else would that baby turtle just showed up at the laundry covered in lint? I think the Universe created him out of lint to answer my prayers.

I brought Lint Ball home and I kept him for three days to make sure he was a healthy little guy. Then Bruce and I brought him to the swamp a few miles from our house and I said a prayer and Bruce let him go. He was so happy to bury himself in the warm mud of the swamp. His little tail was a wagging.

Special Cream Cost An Arm and a Leg

So Walmart finally got my 'special' cream for my new nipples. It cost around 100 dollars for this tiny tube. But it has special enzymes that will make the black rotting skin grafts fall off. So far no luck. I get in the shower daily and try to scrub them off but they are stuck like glue oh oh oh stuck like glue it's me and you baby stuck like glue...sorry got that damn song stuck in my head.

The Summer of My Life!

I drove alone from MA to Minnesota and then from Minnesota to Colorado and then from Colorado back to MA. 5000 miles. What a freakin journey it was

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I'd forgotten...

I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed blogging. Katrina took that away from me. She took a lot of things away from me. Boy once someone invades your privacy and uses it to hurt you it does take a while to heal from that kind of hatred. I don't have anything else she can take so fuck it. You know what I mean?

I heard from Boo via FaceBook. Goddess it was so freakin awesome to hear from her. She wants me to move to Hawaii. Live with her in Hawaii. Do you know I am thinking about it. Especially after the hate mail I got from Bruce's step mom. I am just tired of all the hatred directed at me because I am not Sharon. Sharon was Bruce's first wife. She died. I am telling you never marry a widower. I would rather deal with a bitter ex-wife then a dead saint.

Bruce also got a letter. His said Sharon was such a good lady and I was the most disgusting person she had ever met...really apple and oranges. Bruce loves my disgusting ways. hahaha

Hawaii sounds good. Warm weather. No one sending me hate mail. With family that loves and wants me. I really can't see a down side to this.

look at those smiles...it's a beautiful thing family.

Been A While

I haven't been here since Feb. I always find myself coming back when I seem to deeply hurt.

So here I am. And I am deeply hurt.

Do you know what is truly disgusting? Hate and the people who spew it, and spread it...in any way they can.

They disguise it in many ways. Many ways.

It only in the long run causes pain and suffering. That is what they want. They want you to have pain and suffering.

I am choosing not to be involved in it. You keep your hate. Choke on it. wallow in it. Bathe in it. It is what you know and love. I do not want any part of it.

I choose not to be a part of it. Someday because life is a circle you will feel the pain and suffering you have caused and it will be three times worse for you. You will become enlightened and you will have a deep knowing because of the pain in your heart at what you have done.

You will also know this at that moment of enlightenment...You will know how much I love you and in that knowing you will feel pain.

Namaste

I honor the place in you
In which the entire universe dwells
I honor the place in you
Which is of love, of truth, of light, and peace
When you are in that place in you
And I am in that place in me

We are one.

Three Weeks Out

So today I stayed in my pjs almost the whole day. Bruce kept me hopping all week-end and I am tired today. Tomorrow it will be 3 weeks since my tummy tuck surgery. Bruce took these photos

My doctor is a miricle worker. Thank you Doctor Melissa.

A New Day

I took this photo last summer. Bruce and I were fishing and I caught a rainbow...

So today is new. A friend who I work with...when I said yesterday was a long day of nothing. Well she pointed out to me that it was a long day of healing. I forgot. My body is healing from being cut almost in half and a large portion of it removed. See pictures below.

So today my mind will be in better spirits and I will let my body heal. I will help it along by feeding it right and that includes a square of dark chocolate. I will also go for a walk. I will go further then yesterday. I will go and my mind will wander to good thoughts as I walk and listen to good music. I am blessed.