Teela Hart

Surviving Domestic Violence


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No I’m Not Gettin Sentimental.


I can dream can’t I.

This video has more to do with the horses than the movie.

Anyway, I’m not a fan of the normal.  (Thanks Mom)  😉

Here ya go.

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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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Everybody Get the F;%^k Back Down! *Warning: Offensive and Inapropriate*


I’ve seen things that I cannot un-see and I’ve done things that cannot undo.  I’m not going to throw that lemonade bullshit out there, but, I am gonna say that I’m just starting the hell over, from scratch.  I’ve discovered that I have a lotta gravel and tar in my personality.  Well, that’s not totally true, I’ve always had it, I just never let it out to play.  Today I’m weak and I’m gonna put it out there. Just remember, I’m under construction and you know how it is on a construction site.  A lot o’ saw dust, cussin, hollerin’, dirt piles, back hoes transits and the like.  There’s always a nail gun, a glue gun, extention chords and a whole slew o’ raw materials.

constructionI left home when I was 16, finished school, graduated from nursing school with honors, married, divorced, married and divorced.  I ignored most “closed road” signs.  Road Closed?  Not a problem, I’ll just skirt right on around that mother fucker and keep on gittin’ it.  This would be such an occasion for me, this particular post I mean.  My naughty side wants to come out and play and I’m sorry for all involved, but I’m gonna let her.

road closedLast summer I listened to a particular song over and over.  I didn’t pay any attention to the words, I liked the beat.  It made me wanna dance and dance I did, every time I heard it.  My children got a real kick out of it, mainly because I clueless to the words or  insinuations therein.  So, one fine day my daughter showed me the video of said song and I became, well, irate and more than a little irritated that I could no longer bop to the beet of this particular favorite of mine.  It was a true shock and awe moment when I realized my “hypocrisy knows no bounds.” (Doc Holiday)

As is true to me, I set out to make that shit right and stumbled looked for something to put this song to shame.  (As much as it breaks my heart.)  Without further ado, I present you with a masterpiece parody of this song.  It makes me feel better and I can most assuredly continue to dance with conviction now.

Men:  This may be offensive to you, but it’s funny as hell to me.  Just so you know, I wouldn’t say I’m a feminist, but I suppose that depends on one’s definition of feminist.  I use the word loosely.

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