Really…?

Here’s one for you:  I’ve found out that here in Texas, atleast this part I’m in, are dealin’ in death.

The other day, I was sittin’ on my lil patio mindin’ my own, when I see the leasing office guy ride up on the golf cart they jet around the complex in, and get off at the apartment below me. He’s lookin’ all official, so I paid attention.

He used his key and went into the apartment. He was in there messin’ around for about 5-10 minutes. When he came out, he was carryin’ this man’s flat screen, and loaded onto the cart! While I’m takin’ all this in, he goes back in and comes back out with the computer and two DVD players.

Ok…

So I ask the lil twerp ( he is a twerp; he has “little man” issues) what was up. This is what he told me: “If the tenant falls far enough behind on rent, we are able to confiscate property equal to the value of monies owed and hold said property in lien till aforesaid monies are tendered or items are sold to cover the outstanding obligation.”

Just like that, with his official ass. And proceeded to go back in and removed the rest of this man’s electronics, movies and CD’s, a jacket and some shoes! Then the smart ass twerp with the lil man issues told me to check my lease.

And put a boot on the door.

I did check my lease, and yep, it’s there. This is some Texas shyt. Nobody in Cali, where I’m from, is goin’ for this! Do you know how many caps would bust over this? O.M.G.

So I’m askin’ the masses; Have you ever heard of this as a legal form of collecting rent? Is this somethin’ they doin’ in your town and if so (dayumm!) where do you live?

I think this is so bizarre. Fortunately for me I’m one of those who pays her rent, on time and in full. Sometimes early. But this shyt here would definitely make me mend my ways if I wasn’t. I would be one of those who’d go twirlin’ up on that office goin’ off, and end up in jail.

Let’s go…

Rodriguez -vs- Zimmerman

Update! Rodriguez Sentenced To 40 Yrs Behind Bars!

Here in The Lone Star, we just got thru our own versión of a Stand Your Ground Law.  I thought Florida made that shyt up; I was shocked to know Texas evidently has one too.

Rodriguez

This Raul Rodriguez invoked this shyt when he shot and killed 36 yr old Kelly Danaher and wounded three other people. This mofo had a video camera, filmin’ as he was walkin’ up on the people standin’ in the man’s driveway.

Kelly, a Harris County school teacher, was havin’ a birthday party for his wifey, Mindy. Her birthday will never be the same…

On the vid, Rodriguez, a retired firefighter and already described by neighbors as a bully, can be heard sayin’ over and over, “I am in fear for my life! Get back, get back!”

Nobody ain’t movin’ on the vid. Next thing you hear: Shots Fired

His ass was convicted, and is in court for sentencin’ as we speak. He’s facin’ 5-to- Life. I hope he gets every second of the max.

I hope the Trayvon Martin case ends the same way. I hope Florida takes a lesson from Texas and ignores that stupid-ass law, and convicts George Zimmerman of 2nd Degree Murkin’.

Both of these cretins shot and killed unarmed men, and tried (and tryin’!) to blame it on this ancient, bullshyt-ass law some cowboy wrote in the 1800′s…

One down, one to go.

The Love We Lost…

Kula gone…

Finally I can tell you.
Kula was always ‘special’; she was nervous and kinda skittish.  She didnt like too many people, other than her sister and me.

Its always been me, Kela, me, and Kula.  When
we came to TX, we came to a 5 member household; we made 8.  Three of those were 3 loud and wild years old.   White noise and constant tornados in the house was very new.

Kula went outside (for a moment of peace) and just never came back in.  I remember the last time I saw her; as she was going through the hole in the fence she turned and looked at me with those beautiful eyes…  

In my heart I dont think she’s “gone”.  I’d like to think she just found a calmer, quieter place to be…

Kela still misses her; every now and then we both think we hear her.  Sometimes I expect her to come thru the door.  Kela checks the closets every now and then…

We will always love and miss you,  baby gurl…

Now that we’ve found love…

…on a touchscreen. 

Well folks, I’ve managed to land on my feet.  Decent job, new apt and still holdin’ on to 1 cat.

God is good…

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The Shyt Is Gettin’ Crucial…

First off let me say a big WAZ UP to all my readers (minions) who follow my insane blatherin’!    How the hell are ya?

Me – Well things are gettin a lil easier.   Folks,  I been in true turmoil since I set foot in Texas.  I’m almost wishin’ I had follow some sage advice and kept my ass in Cali.

(To The Sage:  Yeah – you told me so…)

The madness started almost immediately.  First, my baby Kula just hatted up on the third day.  I guess things were so different going from just me, her, and Kela to now THREE screamin’  three-year-old and Spongebob blarin’  in the background all the time.  She is skittish any way;  I think in real life that cat would have been on Xanax.  I guess I kinda knew it would take extra work to blend her crazy ass into this situation…     I miss her a lot; still.   I don’t think anything happened to her.  In my heart I truly believe she’s ‘prolly at home with a smaller, quieter, less crazy family. 

Next bomb on the horizon:    The movers who shipped my furniture and shyt, Cali Movers, Inc,  hiked the final price up on me, literally while it was on the road.  I negotiated a payment plan after “exhaustin’ all of my options” (translation: Nobody I asked would help a sista out.)     Now when its time to actually make these payments, I can’t reach these people at all- phone goes to voicemail and no one answers the emails.    So while I still make these useless calls and send these emails no one is gonna answer, I’m  tryin’  to wrap my head around the fact  that I have lost my whole life in this truck…    clothes and all.    This included – *gasp*- my computer. 

**Sigh**

And  the next  issue:  The livin’  arrangement and situation aint what it was lookin’  like, and to save my dayumm self and my one remainin’ cat  Kela,  I am hopefully makin’  my OWN livin’  arrangements happen this weekend.   That way,  I KNOW what the  fluck is goin’ on and whats bein’ paid and whats not and there will not be any notices tacked to any doors I have the keys to.   I wont  be sittin’ in the dark at any moment or stealin’ water from the neighbor.  I  goin’ back to  what I know to be ‘normal‘.

The Ultimate Issue:  In the midst of all this madness, my beloved father Theodore Hickerson Jr. closed his gorgeous brown eyes for the last time on Oct 21st.    I get a blind call in the early hours of that date tellin’  me the “plug was pulled”.  I didn’t even know he was sick, let alone in the hospital on his deathbed,  Also in that call his wifey,  Marilyn The Wicked Witch of Texas informed me she was cremating my father.  In a family full of Baptist pastors, there was not funeral.  I never even got to say goodbye.      I’m still tryin’ to absorb it all.

God did bless me with a piece of job that seems to be stable for the moment; enough for me to venture out on all the above   I’m askin’ my people to pray for me that these plans I’m makin’  will come to fruition.  

I’m too dayumm old for all this shyt…

dGb!

♦ On the Road Again… Literally. ♦

packed n' ready!

Well, minions, I’m hittin’ the road back to the Lone Star State.   Leavin’ today…

I know.   I just got back to Calif, but things didn’t quite work out.  I’m just not feelin’ it.

As y’all know, I was unemployed for 10 excruciatin’ months till I got a job with a previous employer who moved part of his operation to Clovis CA.   That turned out to be a load of hot, crunchy crap.  The pay as lousy, they ran the shyt like a preschool .  I talked alot of shyt about how to talk to grownups in that buildin’- they made up the rules as they went along,  cut hours; I barely brought home a “livable” check.   I was miserable.  I had a lite stroke in that buildin’ in April, and that’s when I knew I needed to make a move.

My ole skool friends were a disappointment as well.  Most of them were standin’ almost in the same place I left them in; drunk as hell at the park, actively hatin’, fresh out of prison (or on they way back!) addicted to dope (*select one*), 2-3 more kids or grandkids.  Dead or dyin’.  I went to 13 funerals in 14 month time frame.

Also my son Ace, who lives in TX, decided (rightfully) that it would ‘prolly be best if I came there, since I live with two cats who can’t dial 911 in an emergency.  They have a set of twins, Wisdom and Adrian Jr., and then the notorious Sammy, and need all the help they can get.

I’m goin’ to chill and just be “Grandma” for a while…

The Gurls, Kula and Kela, left day before yesterday  with the ‘pet shippers’- yes,  there is a market for that these days.  Two nice ladies. They made me feel completely comfortable about givin’ them my precious cargo.  They’ve called me ever day they’ve been on the road.   Kula was pissed off when  they left, (they haven’t been in those carriers in a while),  and evidently is still holdin’ the attitude on the road,  from what they say.   She’s already bit the lady…   I got a lot of ‘splainin’ and ass-kissin’ to do when I get to TX.

I’m on my way this evenin’ at 6.  Got a good book, some good munchies, pack of cigs and bottled water.  That,  and some well deserved sleep, I should be fine.  Waitin’ on the furniture movers…

Next: Reportin’ LIVE from Houston TX!

Pray for a safe trip, y’all.  Toodles~

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You May Now Cut The Bride…

Weddin’ cakes are weddin’ cakes, but this here is a DAYUMM WEDDIN’ CAKE! I guess they really do make shyt big in Allen, Texas…

Chidi Ogbuta was renewin’ her weddin’ vows celebratin’ her 10th anniversay since jumpin’ the broom, and decided to indulge a childhood fantasy.  She always wanted a life-size Chidi Doll.

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So she ordered a life size replica of herself as the cake.  The butter-cream “Chidi Doll” was (she ate up or in the deep freeze now!) had 24mm glass eyes, was  5-ft tall, six layers, weighed 400lbs and contained 200 eggs and 7.5litres of amaretto.     She was made by a company called Absolutely Edible Cakes in Rowlett, Tx- the owner/bakery/friend is on the landin’ page posin’ with Chidi Doll.    And they originally wanted two life-size cakes- one of the groom too!   I wonder how much that bad boy cost?

That’s doin’  it big for sure!

Go Chidi, and congratulations, boo!~

Rape by Finger?

I have a stupid question:

If a person has had a full penectomy (surgical removal of the penis),  can they be guilty of rape?

51 yr old Bobby Yates, of racist-ass Paris, Tx., lost the entire bottom half of his body-both legs and his ding-ding – as the result of  huntin’ accident 20 years ago, but they say he committed the crime with his fingers.    (Oh, snap!)

On March 18, a 16 yr old white gurl and two white adult men knocked on his door, claimin’ they were locked out of their place.  He let them in.  (This was a dumb move, Bobby…) A while later,  HE calls 911,  tellin’  the operator that three people were in his home,  threatening his life, he was afraid of them, and they would not leave.  They had already beat him in the face.  On the 911 tape, Bobby is clearly heard tellin’ these people to get out of his house, and not to come near him.  When the police got there,  he tells them they refused to leave his house, snatched the phone from him, and jerk his wheelchair tryin’ to keep him from leavin’ the house.

The white gurl tells them he touched her vagina, and Bobby is arrested.  They walk out the house just like they came in.  Un-cuffed. The man  who called the 5-0 is off to jail.

Bobby is facin’ charges for the ‘sexual assault’ of this 16 yr old, who came to his house with two grown-ass men at 2 o’clock in the mornin’.  And this man sittin’ in the wheelchair, with no dyck, is supposed to have done it…

So just how did this ‘assault’ work out?  How did his fingers get to the cooch?  I know he didn’t ’walk’ over to her, so who bought the coochie to him-put it in reach?  Where were the other two guys while this was goin’ on?

And what about the 911 call? Doesnt anybody want to know why three white folks are in this man’s home at two a.m. in the morning?  Why is his face beaten and bruised and they don’t have a scratch on them?  Where is this 16 yr old’s parents at this time of the mornin, while she’s runnin’ around with grown men?

Why they not in jail for home invasion and assault,  they dayumm selves?

This is all in Lamar County where they may as well be walkin’ around in KKK robes.  I can’t see how this could even get on paper, let alone to trial.  To top if off, the Public Pretender the court appointed to Bobby has file a motion to remove himself from the case, leavin’ Bobby’s ass  flailin’  in the wind.  The judge denied that and I don’t know if that a good thing, since the lil mofo hasn’t even properly prepared for the case…

This man is in the wrong place at the wrong time.   He lives in a racist county, in a racist state, at time when the world is highly polarized and racially divided over the election of America’s  first Black President (hopefully not the last!)  in anybody’s history.

This is some bullshyt, and I will be watchin’ this trial as much as possible. I want to see the exact moment when clarity kicks in (if it does), and this case is dismissed…

Justice for Bobby Yates

Bad Parenting 101

Lashwanda (wtf?) Allen can’t get no respect.  I guess when your parentin’ skills are wacked as hers are, you don’t deserve any…

Lashwanda’s roomie dimed her when she found her  wanderin’ the apartment complex, drunk n’ a mofo!

When Roomie asked where her kids were; she told her they were in the apartment and ‘tipsy‘…

Lashwanda says she was relaxin’ sippin’  on lil Four Loko,the popular dope in a can energy drink, and ‘fell asleep’ with the can sittin’ on the nightstand.  When she awoke, she told police, her one-year-old daughter was holdin’ the  empty can and  stumblin’ around like ‘she was drunk’.

(So –how this chicken head end up outside -without the drunk kids- under these circumstances???)

Roomie went to the apartment and found a 4-mont-old lil girl, hangin’ upside down from the bed with sheets wrapped around her lil waist, turnin’ blue.  Police found the 1-yr-old wanderin’ around the parkin’ lot with a blood alcohol content of .09.   Definite alcohol poisoning, I’d say…

And this broad has three more kids!

She’s facin’ chid endangerment charges today.

Bet her high came down real quick, once her ass sobered up in that holdin’ cell…