Teela Hart

Surviving Domestic Violence


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Most Forgettable Post Ever


All went well with my trip to the dentist.  The wisdom’s are out and it is now 5:45 am Saturday morning.  My mouth feels like someone took a jackhammer to it, I can’t sleep, and I’m still a little loopy, but other than that I feel great.

Thank y’all for your support.  I mean that.

I’ll be eating a lot of ice cream and drinking a lot of milkshakes and I like that.

Not sure how long it will be before I’m coherent enough to make any meaningful posts, but I wanted to give you a little update.

I go back o the DDS on Monday and have more work done on Tuesday.

Be well all.

Teela

 

 

 

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Cops??? I Chucked It On My Mother…


Let me say here and now.  I am (almost never, most of the time, usually) always on my best behavior and I am without doubt a law breaking abiding citizen. (Sarcasm)

I don’t go around making trouble as I have some sort of drug paraphernalia on me at all times. (Sarcasm again)

I have the utmost respect for law enforcement on a good day. (Sarcasm, and it may not end here, unlike the paved street)

I haven’t been pulled by a cop in…well…since I was a wee teen.

I suppose the cop that pulled me today was quite intimidated by my gangster appearance.  (One can never be too careful you know).  After all, I had my posse with me (my 69 year old mother and my 15 year old daughter).  I guess I asked for it.

My favorite Cop

My favorite Cop

I was ticketed.  I took my punishment like a real ‘trooper’, clenched teeth, fake smile, accompanied by the famous Clint Eastwood, make my day, look and all.

I drove away, cussin’ like a sailor, but I’ve not said one ugly word in this post and I’m happy about that.

My destination was clearly mapped out in my mind.  I had to get my mother home to get her diabetic meds.  I know, I know, I shouldn’t have been in that drug run, but I couldn’t help myself it was a true error in judgement on my part.  I don’t know what I was thinkin’.

Of course, I drove right by an apparent drug deal and the officer did too.

I know, you know the movie.

Apparent Drug Deal

I continued on and low and behold, my favorite cop made a U-turn and a high speed chase ensued as he had snagged yet another crew of vicious criminals who were traveling East at about the speed limit.  (An older lady and a younger one).

Poor felons.

Poor felons.

Yes I did.  I turned around just so I could take another photo.  Of my favorite cop.

In the blink of an eye I had an epiphany.  It is the 30th.  He has to get that quota in and it’s blatantly obvious he’s gonna do it all in one day.  Yes, that had to be it, or, someone pissed in his cornflakes this afternoon.  Or, someone has to pay for the new Police Station.

By the way, I was ticketed for………..

Alright, if you insist, here’s the whole sordid story:

I was wearing my seat-belt mind you, it clicked when I put it on.  You know the saying “click-it or ticket”?  I clicked it.  I adjusted it, placed it underneath my arm (I don’t do turtle-necks or seat-belts choking me to death) and as a result I must pay a $150.00 fine.  My contribution will help pay for the new police station that was erected three blocks from my home.

New Cop hangout.  Notice newly paved street.

New Cop hangout. Notice newly paved street.  Grand opening was? You guessed it. Yesterday!

 

Oh, I almost forgot, the city was kind enough to re-pave the street just in front of the new station.  Not the entire pot-marked street, just that one portion.

The buck stopped here. My buck.

The buck stopped here.
My buck.

FYI:  The crime rate in the county in which I live, is the highest in the state.  60% of violent crimes are related to domestic violence.  I sure would love to know where this dedicated law enforcement officer was when my ex was trying to run me over, driving down the sidewalk on the very street I just got pulled on, just one mile from the police station. (Not sarcastic)

I would dare to say that, looking back, he made the right decision.  I’m a zit on the face of society and clearly, I must be eradicated.

Thank you favorite cop.  I’m in total awe of your hard work and dedication.

We simply cannot leave this post without the “Cops” video ’cause…………. I’m a bad girl.

I must admit, this whole post, with the exception of two lines (my bad, three lines), is, in all it’s glory.  Sarcastic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Got A Sumbeero! No, A Sombrero


There’s just no other way to start this conversation than to first thank those who were there to support me through my long, thunder-filled night.  I appreciate the hell outta that.  I mean it!  You were my sunshine in the moonless night.  🙂

Today I set out to go straight to South of the Border.  I knew there’d be sunshine there; without doubt and Pedro.  I haven’t seen him in ages.  He hasn’t changed much, he’s had more than one facelift, his face looks frozen!

South of the Border

Don't he look plastic to you?  And a little blurry, could be the free beero.  Not.

Don’t he look plastic to you? And a little blurry, could be the free beero. Not.  I don’t get that ’til tomorrow!

 

But, not 'til tomorrow!

Jeez!

Of course the very first thing I did was pay Pedro a little visit, after finding out I wouldn’t get the free beer ’til tomorrow!

I decided to sit hat his feet.  Have a convo.  You know.

I decided to sit at his feet. Have a convo. You know.

Then I thought twice about that shit.  Never sit at a man's feet.  WTF was I thinkin'?

Then I thought twice about that shit. Never sit at a man’s feet. WTF was I thinkin’?

Besides. My next husband?

Let's face it.  There won't be a next husband.

Let’s face it. There won’t be a next husband.

 

 

My next stop was the pot, because I had to pee, from all the free beer, I had tomorrow.

free potI carefully approached, as well I should and much to my chagrin.

The first two stalls were pot free!

The first two stalls were pot free!

The third stall is where I found all the pot heads!

Pot heads. No mop heads. Too much beer from tomorrow!

Pot heads.
No mop heads.
Too much beer from tomorrow!

But there were plenty of sinks to piss in Lance.

Finally a sink to piss in!

Finally a sink to piss in!

For all the cheap assholes!

cheap assholesI just have to end this post.

I love y’all.

Thanks for droppin’ by.

Besides, I started this post yesterday and it is now tomorrow and it’s time for some………. Smirnoff.

I’m out.

I almost forgot.  I got a hand job!   My new Peace ring (Adjustable) In black and white to hide the wrinkles.

I almost forgot. I got a hand job!
My new Peace Mood ring (Adjustable)
In black and white to hide the wrinkles.

Adios Amigos.

I out

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Who’ll Stop The Rain?


It’s been raining all day and will continue to do so all night along with thunder and lightning.

rain

In light of my most recent visitor, I guess I’ll hunker down with my military mace, blade and 12 gauge.  Oh, well.  Long night ahead.  :/

Thunderclap as I type.  :/

 

 


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I Can Smell The Bullshit From A Mile Away!


Another surprise visit from the ex asshole and I’m just not going to burden you with all the pissy details, but I’m kinda sick of all the shit he seems to FEEL that I’m fuckin’ buying.  He thinks he is so damn clever.  Newsflash………”you’re a dumbass.”

 

Bullshit Bullshit Bullshit

Bullshit
Bullshit
Bullshit

 

To quote R Lee Ermy (Full Metal Jacket)

My Dearest Ex:

“You will not speak until you are spoken to

And the first and last words outta your sewer mouth will be “Yes Mam”

You will not laugh

You will not cry

You will learn by the numbers

I will teach you”

Do not come back to my house and upset my children not even one more time and let me give you a tiny bit more advice, that you won’t take and will regret later, don’t play with dynamite, I’m liable to blow up in your face and that will hurt like motherfucker.

“You’re one bridge I’d like to burn, scatter the ashes, smash the urn, I’m through, with you……….”

I’m fuckin’ done!

So done!

Aarghhh!

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Doler Outer of Justice


Try as I might I cannot find it within my heart to write about any of the woes of my past, or stats related to domestic violence. The only thing I can do at this point is write about absolutely nothing of true value. I’m heavy and weary and desperately trying to break free from the hurts of the past. I desire to shed the skin of recurrent failure and put on a new suit. A suit of life, love and beauty. I could rant on about the sorry state of the world and the sorry state of all things deplorable, but I got nothin’.

So, I set out today to find inspiration for my writer’s block and nada. Although irritation did rear it’s ugly head when I got stuck in the rush hour hell and watched the traffic light change not once, not twice, but thrice before I realized that this numbskull had decided to give a ticket to some poor soul at a traffic light. He couldn’t just follow the man to a better destination. Oh, no, he had to do it right then and right there.

stupid cop

It just happened to be 90 degrees today, my A/C is broken, I had to piss like a champion race horse and I was holding my legs together tighter than Dick’s hat band.

hot as hell

Of course, the cussin’ started when no one would allow me to go over to the next lane to get around this foolish doler outer of justice.

middle_finger_flame-1

 

Finally, I very kind fellow sojourner allowed me to gain entrance in the lane beside me so I could get around this ridiculous debacle and I headed straight for the Sonic where I procured a large chocolate shake and took a much-needed piss.

milk shake

 

I decided at that point that I would go to the nearby park and sit under the shade tree (actually lay in the grass), suck down my chocolate shake with a vengeance and enjoy the view.(Of the sky)

grass

 

I took a pic of a pretty tree with pretty clouds and I felt better. 😉

 

park

 

Did anything come to mind? Nope

Did my empty head think of anything great to write? Nope

Did I enjoy the peace and serenity of the beauty of nature? Yep