Lastrealindians first cartoon, by Ernie His Forehead Shines for Them
Source: http://www.lastrealindians.com/2012/03/22/last-real-indians/
I will thump you in your forehead if you don’t “get this”.
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Yeah, right. I have homework and laundry and housework and oodles and kaboodles and other stuff to get caught up on. And get a jumpstart on. You know.
But in the spirit of “taking a break” (ROFLMAO!!) I decided to read a few entries in a few blogs I haven’t taken a crack at in for-ev-er. That’s my new favorite word to type. For-ev-er. Because it reads like the way I say it and also the way I mean it when I say it and also the way I feel about how long it’s been since I’ve been able to do some things. Like get a mani-pedi. Or get my hair cut professionally at a salon. Or get a massage. Or buy a new book that wasn’t class related. Or zip up my size 10 jeans without getting muffin top. Yeah, I know-back to the gym (in all my free time)…FOR-EV-ER. Actually, in my head, it’s for-fuckin’-ev-er way too much of the time, but I’m trying to watch my potty mouth after having a discussion with Mike and Ziggy’s sweet 8 yr old daughter about why people use bad words*.
So, anyways, I read a little about Shea’s trip to Napa Valley (JEALOUS!!), read some of my other tumblr friends feeds (hang in there, peeps-and Miss DC Fashionista-you know who YOU are, lol-your daily fashion pictures are A-MAZ-ing and they are causing me to reconsider my decision not to buy a digi cam and do the same thing when I wear something other than jeans and tees to campus), oh, and read Message With a Bottle for some ooo’s and aaah’s and giggles. That’s as far as I got, though. I didn’t manage to get to family or old friends, because I will hear about their lives in person, so what’s the point? It never fails to amaze me when someone who I see regularly asks me if I’ve seen their FB. Because the answer is usually “no”. I barely see my own FB. I don’t watch FB on my phone, I only follow a handful of people faithfully, and everyone else is my “friend” just for the convenience of being able to connect with them in a hurry. If I could get rid of FB, out of my life, I would. Unfortunately, it would be a hassle. Still, that day may come in the near future.
*Now, about Ramona’s question regarding profanity: I told her that people cuss when they are either inarticulate and unable to find the precise word to describe what they are feeling, and/or are so very angry, frustrated, etc. that they just grab onto a profane word as a placeholder for a better word that would more eloquently sum up what they really mean. Example: “You’re pissing me off!” is the lazy, dumb way of saying something you REALLY mean, like “You have me extremely frustrated because you did ____”, or maybe “I am enraged by your actions and need to get away from you before I do something I may regret later”. Another example could be: “Fuck you!” which is the lazy way of saying “You have acted like such a hateful imbecile, I never want you in my presence again”, or simply “Please go away, I’m exhausted emotionally from dealing with you”. The second one is graceful with a little dig in it. We talked about how using our precise “big” words will calm us down and make us think when we are all worked up and angry or upset and more likely to use cuss words, which can be a bad idea, because then we escalate the situation, while taking a moment to find the “right” words can not only calm us down but can potentially diffuse the situation because it can leave the other party at a loss about how to respond-particularly if they’ve already started yelling and cussing at US. Ramona really liked this idea, and after talking to her, I realized just how “potty mouthed” I’ve gotten lately both online and IRL (it’s gotten bad since my two girls have moved back home) and I need to watch my language. I am better than that-and I certainly do not want my son or my step-do picking up some of my more interesting catch phrases. No, I won’t tell you what they are, lol.
“This is a pretty common perception of White Identity that should definitely be talked about more. Nobody wants to be left out of shit, but the fact that Whites literally cannot handle it (while other races put up with it day-in/day-out) and feel personally attacked when excluded from Non-White safe-spots tells you 1. how rarely White people experience someone excluding them based on skin color and 2. how completely White culture has failed to provide tools for sharing space, instead teaching Whites that all space is White space (“because all space is space for everyone”, a perception Whites share with no one).” —
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My sister and brother in law (both native) work for an elementary school on our reservation. Each morning there is an assembly where the kids sing a traditional good morning song. Many of the native kids bring their drums to school to sing. This is our way. Some of the (white) teachers there don’t like if because the white kids are left out. WTF!!!! They are attending school on OUR land in OUR culture!!!! This type of racism/white privilege is so common that we often feel like we have to choose our battles because as Indian people we face it every day.
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This is some thing I can’t seem to explain to my (white) husband. I wish I wish I wish he could/would get it…
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I just found out my husband’s sister (who we are not on speaking terms
with) got up in my business and looked up my traffic record and tickets and
stuff. Yeah, really. She apparently found out about my bench warrant (on
the ticket I’m fighting) and then? Took it upon herself to tell the ex-wife
about it. Niiiice. The ironic part is that the whole reason I have the
warrant is over an alleged bad check-and the ex-wife is probably the one
person who can vouch I paid this check. It was for girl scout cookies, the
ex called me to say I needed to go by the gs center and take care of the
check asap or the troupe wouldn’t get cookie coupons. I did, they did,
etc., …only I didn’t get a reciept. Flash forward two years and I’m being
sued by the GS Council’s scuzzy lawyer for literally 30x the original value
of the check. Payments and negotiations have only gone to “interest”,
“penalties”, “late fees”-which don’t appear til I pay them something,
lol-but zero dollars towards the actual check.
I’m considering my options where these asswipes are concerned. I’ve never
bought cookies since. And his sister? Can kiss my ass. How would she like
it if I used my connections in the medical field to look up her health
history? And discuss it with her ex’s, her adult kids, on fb anonymously? I
won’t, obviously, because I’m a professional and an adult, but damn.
Really? Mind your own fucking business. Or is she so insecure because we
tried to mend fences with his father this past xmas she has to go start
shit?
Wtf, Target?!?
Report: Plan B Access Limited in Native Communities -
Compared to the rest of the United States, the rates of sexual violence among Native American women are nearly twice as high; one in three Native women will be raped in her lifetime, according to the Native American Women’s Health Education Resource Center. But in many Native communities, women have little to no access to emergency contraception, the group reports in a new paper advocating for greater access.
On many reservations, the only medical facilities are the Indian Health Service centers, which are a federally administered division of the Department of Health and Human Services. The Native American Women’s Health Education Resource Center’s research found that only 10 percent of the pharmacies in the IHS offered Plan B, or “the morning after pill”—the leading form of emergency contraception—over the counter. Forty percent only provide Plan B with a prescription, and the other half don’t provide the pill at all. The federal government approved over-the-counter sales for women over the age of 18 in 2006, and for 17-year-olds in 2009, but access has lagged in the IHS.
Reservation communities are often rural and geographically isolated, and lack any private pharmacies that carry EC, said Charon Asetoyer, chief executive officer of the Native American Women’s Health Education Resource Center in the introduction to the report. Often, the IHS service centers are closed on the weekends, and the women must wait hours or even days to see a doctor in order to obtain a prescription. This can mean the woman misses the 72-hour window during which EC is effective in preventing pregnancy. The alternative requires driving long distances to a nearby city, which can pile additional costs on top of a pill that already costs $50.
The report includes accounts of women from all over the country detailing their own experiences with the IHS health centers. They also spoke to pharmacists, who noted that there are many reasons that they don’t carry EC: the committees that decide what to stock have neglected to put the drug on approved lists; medical staff have decided that Plan B isn’t necessary; decision-makers think the drug is too expensive; doctors haven’t requested the drug. The IHS did not respond to a request for comment on the report before press time. Women in these communities should not be held to the religious, cultural, or personal beliefs of decision-makers, the report argues.
Asetoyer argues this not carrying and providing EC violates the sexual assault protocols recommended by the Department of Justice for women seeking medical attention following a rape, which include pregnancy risk evaluation and prevention measures. It also violates the Tribal Law and Order Act of 2010, said Asetoyer, which was put in place to ensure that federal laws are enforced on reservations, and the rights to self-determination protected by the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous People.
Access to emergency contraception prevents Native women from having to deal with additional trauma of needing an abortion should she have a pregnancy resulting from rape, said Asetoyer. “Who wouldn’t want to help a woman reduce that trauma?”
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*All people who can get pregnant, not just cis women.
This is shameful. I wish I could say this surprises me, but it doesn’t in the least. This is just one more example of how race, class, gender, and geographic location intersect to suppress reproductive rights. And it’s truly a tragedy because Plan B is safe, easy to use, and would be so beneficial for reducing unwanted pregnancies, yet it is being kept out of vulnerable people’s hands because of politics and bureaucracy. It just goes to show that we can’t claim victory when we maintain the legality of things like Plan B or abortion, victory will only happen when everyone has access to them.
Hell, it’s almost impossible to find Plan B HERE. And I’m told, in OK, where there are more white women than women of color, it’s even worse. Of course, here in KS, we have Sam Brownback..and we all know he’s just all about women and our needs and health and safety. Right? Right?
I wish.
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Velvety Cheesecake Slice!
Good to know that this exists in this world.
I literally exclaimed when I saw this
all i want in my life is this.
Heaven is on my screen and I can’t reach it D:
I would give up sex for this.
Really, I would.
Hello, birthday cake idea for my husband. Does anyone have the recipe?
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Right. And now, instead of hitting the Heskett Center and working out, I’m on Tumblr.
And I skipped lunch, so I’m starving, and will probably want to eat anything that gets in front of me after my class that starts in 23 minutes.
Maybe I should go grab a healthy sandwich wrap on my way to class and get off the effing internet already? You think? Yeah, me too!
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Abby-
About the mold; if it’s really bothering you…
Get some plain white vinegar and just really saturate the moldy areas on your days off for about a month. Wear gloves, and if you can’t stand the smell of vinegar, wait til Spring when you can open windows. It should help kill it, and after about a month of dabbing it with vinegar, you can try using Scrub Free bathroom cleaner to finish cleaning it off. That stuff will take off anything-even hardenend on minerals that happen out here from the hard rural water we deal with. I’m sure you are familiar with how much fun hard water, the minerals in the water, animal gunk, and dirt are to scrub off stuff-that Scrub Free stuff is amazing. It’s in a yellow bottle and is made by Arm & Hammer. WEAR GLOVES! It’s pretty hard on your nails if you have any polish at all!
Good luck!
Why would Israel "raid" Gaza? Maybe the 40 rockets they got hammered with today? -
Death toll climbs after Israeli raids on Gaza
Israel says air strikes on Gaza will go on for as long as necessary.
A 12-year-old boy was among those killed on Sunday. The generals would call it ‘collateral damage’. His parents called him Ayub.
In all, 18 people have died in three days of attacks.
Al Jazeera’s Paul Brennan reports from Gaza.
Ok, first of all, it’s not like Hamas is sitting around in Gaza and other places just waving white flags and saying “stop, we promise we won’t attack you anymore!” The cold hard facts are that this is a WAR. There are casualties on BOTH sides. These people, the Israelis and the people who are in Gaza, have been hammering at each other for a looooong time. There will be “cease fire” agreements where each side will promise to REDUCE how much they will bomb each other-but not stop. I’m not joking. Look at this:
Since 2005 over 8,000 rockets were fired from Gaza, putting one million Israelis under threat.
40rockets hit Israel today.
198rockets hit Israel this March.
627rockets hit Israel in 2011.
I think they have a right to defend themselves. If, say, Canada suddenly fired FORTY missles into the U.S., what the fuck do you think we would do? Do you think we would just say “Oh no! Whatever shall we do? Canada doesn’t have as big of a military, so let’s not use excessive force in convincing them not to shoot more rockets at us!” Or do you think we would bomb the living shit out of them for as long as it took for them to say “We surrender!” And if we were fighting over a strip of land, say, the State of Maine, or Michigan, because we both wanted it, you can bet we would fight like wild animals for it. It’s OURS. We already fought and fought for it. No way we’re giving it up now.
Don’t you think that’s how the Israeli’s feel? After centuries of being pushed all over the world, of being subjected to constant discrimination for being Jewish…and now, a whole new generation of Americans hates them for trying to hold onto the little scrap of land they won in World War II. The whole Gaza strip issue is a hot mess, don’t get me wrong. This constant fighting doesn’t make the average Israeli citizen happy, from interviews I’ve seen-most of them wish there could be resolution without further bloodshed. But they aren’t giving up their home. Deal with that.
but I am just the same.
I’m angry all the time about everything and nothing at all. Ok, maybe not nothing.
I’m angry that I feel like I’m the only person who does any housework and that as soon as I wash any dishes, it’s apparently license for other people in my house to then cook and cook and cook but never clean. But moms across the world feel like that.
I’m angry that I have adult children living at home who will come to me with their clothing they don’t care for properly and beg me to fix stains and rips and tears but then will promptly STOMP ALL OVER my clothes if they accidentally spill out of a laundry basket in the laundry room-or if one of them should knock over a laundry basket and just be too damn lazy to pick up everything and put it back. I’m tired of the excuses. For the record, I’m really fanatical about my clothes. I search and search before I buy something. I buy things on sale or clearance pretty exclusively-but I buy top brands at basement prices. I buy things that are flattering to my hard to fit figure, and I then baby them for-ev-er so they will last. Ergo, finding them on the floor in the laundry room being walked on because someone knocked them off the drying rack and just left them on the ground PISSES ME OFF!!!
And? Well… Yes, I know having a baby is demanding. You were a baby once, too. I still managed to do laundry and dishes and cook meals when you were a baby. You are living in my home rent free. Do some goddamn housework-or get a job and move the fuck out.
I’m angry that my beloved step-do is withdrawn and pissy when she is with us, unless she is getting 100% of our attention. And yet, when we give her what she wants-TV time, or we rent a move she wants, or we play a board game…she spends the whole time texting. My hands itch with the urge to rip the phone out of her hands and throw it in a sink of dishwater. But seriously? I’m about to turn off her texting on the weekends until she can control her need to control her friends’ lives. I know that’s what she’s doing, because she tells me things when we’re in the car; she’s playing therapist, she’s playing matchmaker, she’s playing bff. She’s also flirting and being a little more (ahem) adult with those texts, but I’m not ratting her out to her other parents about that-the child is pushing 16, and if that’s all the sex she’s having, I’m ok with it. Just not when we’re doing family stuff! Also? Her dad and her mom and I need to discuss slapping her ass back into therapy. She’s wanted to go back for a year: I think we’re THERE in attitude, mood swings, and occasional defiance. She is so proud that she’s so good for everyone-her grandparents and her mom and her teachers…but she doesn’t realize we can see past that mask. She’s got so much dark underneath she’s not dealing with, and I’m worried. I’m angry that nobody else seems to (wants to?) see it-or wants to (is willing to?) do anything about it.
This is SO PETTY and I’m so angry at myself for being so petty: I’m frustrated that even though the step-do and I read the Mockingjay books together first, it’s her mom who gets to take her to the movie. Even though WE bought her the books, even though this is probably the one time Jared and I both want to take her to a premeiere…I am going to back down and just be quiet and good and let her mom do it. Because going to movies is what they “do”. It’s their hobby. Of course, this means I probably won’t get to see the movie in the theatre, because Jared and I won’t bother to go to a movie unless the kids want to see it, too. I know I shouldn’t be angry. I know. I am anyways.
I know I shouldn’t be angry at myself for being so damn out of shape. I know I’m still fighting bronchitis-on cold mornings, I wheeze when I’m walking to my first class, I’m fine after that. But I know I can find time to exercise. I know I need to find ways to distract myself when I want to binge on snack food. I know keeping snack crackers and brownies in the house is bad news bears. I’m pissed off at myself everytime I pass a mirror or Jared cracks a fat joke. I don’t know how to tell him that even though he means these jokes to be affectionate, because he like me a little plumper, they sting. And they piss me off. I need to stop making fat jokes back at him, because I know they hurt his feelings too. And then we are in a cycle of being mean to each other/allegedly playfully/not really. I want to apologize-but I want him to apologize first. He won’t, because he probably honestly doesn’t think it’s a big deal. That makes me mad, too. Of course, everything he does or doesn’t do lately makes me mad. I know it’s all me, so I’m trying to let it go.
I thought I was angry all the time because I was having to halve my Seroquel in order to wake up on time in the morning. Then I realized that halving it wasn’t really helping me wake up on time-what I need to do is take a full dose around 8p, and go to bed by 10:30p and get a good night’s sleep more than once a week. Take a guess how often that’s happening? Yep. Still getting to bed around midnight, still getting up at 6:30. Still sleeping in on the weekends, still grabbing naps on the days I’m not on campus all day long. Still living on bad coffee. Starting to develop stomach problems from excessive caffeine consumption. I miss my family-I miss my friends. This current way of doing shit has GOT to stop. I’m tired and I’m angry. I’d say a trip to med management was in order, but really? Let’s face it: sleep, exercise, better diet, and some support from my alleged support network (who swore, swore swore swore back around Christmas that they understood how much help I would need this semester) is really what I need. Not med adjustment. I just need to TAKE my g.d. medicine.
All hail Seroquel. I miss the old medicine, but not the side effects. Oh, FML. >:-<
I haven’t been around in for.ev.er.
I have been on Facebook…but not a lot. I haven’t been blogging on Livejournal, either.
I really don’t understand how people manage this parenting/keeping a home/full-time student/excellent grades thing AND still find time to read for recreation, do crafty stuff, and blog about it all. Seriously, wtf? I’m lucky I get 7 hours of sleep in a 24 hour period. And I STILL have all my clean clothes in laundry baskets and am at least two loads of dirty dishes behind at any given time. Sigh…
This week my “fourth” class started up this week, a class I didn’t want to take, but it counts towards my major and as a “perspectives” class, so I’m going to suck it up and deal with it. Magic, Witchcraft, and Religion. Ick. I don’t know why I’m adverse to this class, but I am. I am worried about how it’s going to portray Native spirituality and religion. I really am. I probably don’t need to be, but I’m still tense about it.
As for everything else? Kids: Acting like…themselves. Having some issues with the step-do, but I’m letting her father handle that. She’s pulled a few stunts lately for attention and yep, she has our full fucking attention right now. She pulls one more, and I’m thinking he’s getting his ex-wife in on it. Meanwhile, it happens at our house, so it’s our problem. Thankfully, she’s plenty scared of his wrath after facing it once, and I think her attitude and attention seeking behavior will stop-for the time being. That being said, she hasn’t done NEAR anything as bad as our other daughter getting caught drinking at the lake with her friends..and our car…and no license..at 4am. Ergo, I’m not particularly worried about the step-do. I wish she wouldn’t try so darn hard to take care of people, but she need shoud realize she needs to take care of herself first and love herself first before she can effectively be a caring and loving person…and that? Comes with maturity and experience. And maybe some more therapy.
Maybe I need to learn that one again now and then, too.
Mimi and Pooter
Mimi and Pooter