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my momma is meaner than cancer SO THERE
the results of the PET scan are in, and not only is the spot on the liver GONE but the other two hot spots (lung and sternum) have shrunk!
this means the Chemo Cocktail momma is tearing through is doing its job, and doing it well. no tweaking of meds (except to reduce it by a bit -- she's lost too much weight) and she's good to hop up on that pony for another ride.
she is one...tough...bitch.
man, i love her.
****
she was gigglin' like a loon, and i was thinking, she's the only one i know of who would be so inordinately pleased at resuming chemo. YAY! I CAN HAVE CHEMO NOW! HUZZAH!!!
*gigglesnort*
****
you don't even know what a relief this is. i feel like a noodle.
but i wasn't worried.
****
at the end of the shift, i had to walk over to the bank to deposit my (pitiful) check. i was gone maybe, twenty minutes.
upon returning, i see two cop cars in the front. no big whup, cops stop by all the time, especially when the Dancer is working -- her husband is a dispatcher. they check on her, she makes them cookies, it works out all the way around.
when i passed the cops (one of whom i see here all the time) i said, it wasn't me! it was probably that girl behind the counter!
they laughed, and one of them said, i can believe that!
heh.
all cool, right?
then i see the cluster of guys at the front desk and Buddy bird dogs me. miz netta! he says. whur yo be?
i went to the bank. why? what's the matter?
dint yo see dem too cops out derr? he says.
yeah, what? (now i notice how the Posse is all wired, thrumming, almost, and i see Buddy's cap is on sideways and i know something bad just went down.)
oh man, yo dont eben kno. ah goez upta treetirtywon, riaght? ah'm jest axing 'em ifn dey want service, riaght? c'merr, c'merr, he pulls me to the back. he picks up this big stick, about as big around as my wrist, and says, yo warnt hurr, yo boy waz ready. yo warnt hurr and dint have mah back, ah'm axing ifn dey want service, and he starts yellin ah don' want no niggahs in mah ruum, and ah gotta witness. Moony standin' raight durr, he heard it all. (Moony nods, nods.) it wuz niggah dis and niggah dat, ah run raight down hurr and grabbed mah stick.
oh, no he didn't.
oh, gurrl, yes he did. miz Gem, she call da po-po and dey wuz hurr in a heartbeat. dez gone now, but dat muthafuckah bin marked.
did we keep their money?
yup.
fuckin' A. geez, Buddy.
wha'?
i can't leave you alone for ten minutes.
heh.
****
Gem filled me in later. apparently this guest told her he had millions in the bank, and that he and his wife went to four different strip bars last night and got thrown out of every one for calling the dancers, "whores." she told me she went RUNNING after Buddy, after seeing him make a bee-line with the stick. she arrived at the door when he did, which is probably a REAL good thing. the guest was quite rude, and threw the "niggah" word around some more. that was it. out they went, mouthing off to the police the whole way with yet more ethnic slurs (although both cops were white. maybe these people thought that it would make the cops more sympathetic to them, but that's not how it works here.)she's never seen Buddy riled like that.
i'm nodding. yep. it's impressive, isn't it? and comforting, too. we have our own little Posse. innit cute?
we giggled, but it's true. they're our boyz.
****
you know, i live in an area that's predominately black. i am a minority. i hear the 'n' word thrown around all the time, but not usually by white people unless they're in a private setting. around here, the 'n' word is not a word for white people to use. ever. that ONE word out of the millions out there, that should not be uttered ever by white lips.
i can think it (although i have an abhorrence to that word even inside my brain,) but i can't say it. if one of my girlz says it about her Bf, or anyone else, actually, i can agree but i still can't say it.
from my observations,the black people i know will use it in the same way, for example, some people will use "fuck." it's a versatile word, bendy and stretchy like silly-putty. sometimes it's a term of endearment, or camaraderie, and sometimes it's a butcher knife. depends on the situation, the inflection, the intent. there are nuances and meanings i will never be able to understand, limited as i am by my culture, skin color, and gender.
i see sometimes it's bonding, or used to get attention (good or bad.) sometimes it's used in anger, or derision. it's the one word i am not comfortable saying (and i swear like a thirty-year Navy man.)
that's okay. i'm cool with that.
one word out of millions. fine by me.
i think the ONLY reason that word would be used by a white person is to inflict hurt. it's the only reason i can think of.
****
Gem has a Big Interview next monday. this one is huge.
****
severe thunderboomers moving in tonight.
i have a feeling it's going to be a stormy january.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
this means the Chemo Cocktail momma is tearing through is doing its job, and doing it well. no tweaking of meds (except to reduce it by a bit -- she's lost too much weight) and she's good to hop up on that pony for another ride.
she is one...tough...bitch.
man, i love her.
****
she was gigglin' like a loon, and i was thinking, she's the only one i know of who would be so inordinately pleased at resuming chemo. YAY! I CAN HAVE CHEMO NOW! HUZZAH!!!
*gigglesnort*
****
you don't even know what a relief this is. i feel like a noodle.
but i wasn't worried.
****
at the end of the shift, i had to walk over to the bank to deposit my (pitiful) check. i was gone maybe, twenty minutes.
upon returning, i see two cop cars in the front. no big whup, cops stop by all the time, especially when the Dancer is working -- her husband is a dispatcher. they check on her, she makes them cookies, it works out all the way around.
when i passed the cops (one of whom i see here all the time) i said, it wasn't me! it was probably that girl behind the counter!
they laughed, and one of them said, i can believe that!
heh.
all cool, right?
then i see the cluster of guys at the front desk and Buddy bird dogs me. miz netta! he says. whur yo be?
i went to the bank. why? what's the matter?
dint yo see dem too cops out derr? he says.
yeah, what? (now i notice how the Posse is all wired, thrumming, almost, and i see Buddy's cap is on sideways and i know something bad just went down.)
oh man, yo dont eben kno. ah goez upta treetirtywon, riaght? ah'm jest axing 'em ifn dey want service, riaght? c'merr, c'merr, he pulls me to the back. he picks up this big stick, about as big around as my wrist, and says, yo warnt hurr, yo boy waz ready. yo warnt hurr and dint have mah back, ah'm axing ifn dey want service, and he starts yellin ah don' want no niggahs in mah ruum, and ah gotta witness. Moony standin' raight durr, he heard it all. (Moony nods, nods.) it wuz niggah dis and niggah dat, ah run raight down hurr and grabbed mah stick.
oh, no he didn't.
oh, gurrl, yes he did. miz Gem, she call da po-po and dey wuz hurr in a heartbeat. dez gone now, but dat muthafuckah bin marked.
did we keep their money?
yup.
fuckin' A. geez, Buddy.
wha'?
i can't leave you alone for ten minutes.
heh.
****
Gem filled me in later. apparently this guest told her he had millions in the bank, and that he and his wife went to four different strip bars last night and got thrown out of every one for calling the dancers, "whores." she told me she went RUNNING after Buddy, after seeing him make a bee-line with the stick. she arrived at the door when he did, which is probably a REAL good thing. the guest was quite rude, and threw the "niggah" word around some more. that was it. out they went, mouthing off to the police the whole way with yet more ethnic slurs (although both cops were white. maybe these people thought that it would make the cops more sympathetic to them, but that's not how it works here.)she's never seen Buddy riled like that.
i'm nodding. yep. it's impressive, isn't it? and comforting, too. we have our own little Posse. innit cute?
we giggled, but it's true. they're our boyz.
****
you know, i live in an area that's predominately black. i am a minority. i hear the 'n' word thrown around all the time, but not usually by white people unless they're in a private setting. around here, the 'n' word is not a word for white people to use. ever. that ONE word out of the millions out there, that should not be uttered ever by white lips.
i can think it (although i have an abhorrence to that word even inside my brain,) but i can't say it. if one of my girlz says it about her Bf, or anyone else, actually, i can agree but i still can't say it.
from my observations,the black people i know will use it in the same way, for example, some people will use "fuck." it's a versatile word, bendy and stretchy like silly-putty. sometimes it's a term of endearment, or camaraderie, and sometimes it's a butcher knife. depends on the situation, the inflection, the intent. there are nuances and meanings i will never be able to understand, limited as i am by my culture, skin color, and gender.
i see sometimes it's bonding, or used to get attention (good or bad.) sometimes it's used in anger, or derision. it's the one word i am not comfortable saying (and i swear like a thirty-year Navy man.)
that's okay. i'm cool with that.
one word out of millions. fine by me.
i think the ONLY reason that word would be used by a white person is to inflict hurt. it's the only reason i can think of.
****
Gem has a Big Interview next monday. this one is huge.
****
severe thunderboomers moving in tonight.
i have a feeling it's going to be a stormy january.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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