Wednesday, August 29, 2012

ants and my munchkin = (

Red ants are foul creatures for sure, and I have found an entirely new reason to dislike them. 
Monday, after around 3pm I received a call from my daughters school because her foot was severly swollen and she refused to walk, play, or do anything besides ask for me. It was heart breaking. That morning I noticed one little ant bite on her foot but it wasnt that bad. I just bandaged her up and dropped her off at school but apparently before the rain started pouring her class went outside to play where she was bitten four more times. 

Yup, these pics are the result of four freaking ant bites. 
And three days of bed rest. No school. No playing outside. No fun. 
It sucks not being able to really do anything to help her besides just be a good mom and give her her medicine (which tastes horrible). I bought her some awesome markers and a new coloring book which has basically kept her busy all day. I swear my beautiful baby is going to be an artist one day. If coloring was an Olympic sport she would be like Phelps for sure. 

If her foot isnt healed up by tomorrow I have to take her back to the hospital again and they will have to give her an IV of antibiotics and basically benedril on steroids.

So, my graduation has been pushed back to the 25th instead of the 21st but on a good note I passed my skills certification with a 98% and my final with a 92%! 

Monday, August 20, 2012

The effects of Racism

I am very proud to say that I grew up color blind. I didnt discriminate or judge any one based on the color of their skin, I was never even aware of how "white" I was until I moved to Arkansas. However, today was I think the most racism I have ever had to deal with. 
And just to clarify, racism isnt just "white people" hating on "black people", it comes in many forms but is always the result of flat out ignorance and stupidity. 
Friday, I booked a few appointments for a woman who wanted her and her daughters to get corn rows and sew-in extensions. Okay, no problem! In fact, I love doing corn rows and fought and fought to learn how to do them correctly and do design corn rows.  My first week in school I was begging my fellow classmates and educators to teach me that early and show me how they did it. I love to braid, its fun, creative, and there are so many different ways to braid that just when you think you know it all there is a new trend or style to learn and try out. And, extensions are pretty cool too. Being able to have that kind of freedom to change/alter your hair/style/texture/color/length without permenetly changing it, is pretty bad ass. 
Anyway, back to this load of bullshit. 
She called, scheduled the appointment, was great over the phone, and was excited about me doing her hair and then one of her daughters. Fast forward to today, I got into the salon early so I could set up and get everything ready. I was suppose to have three sets of corn rows and extensions to do! I was so excited and so ready to get started! No, they werent even close to being my first corn rows or my first extension applications but they were my first clients in the state of Florida and that is exciting for me.
So, I waited.....And waited....and waited.....
She was almost an hour late when she finally returned my phone call just to say that she was running late and that she would be cancelling all three of her appointments for her daughters. Which meant I would only be getting to do her hair and one other lady (whom flat out no showed me after making such a fuss about getting an ethnic student to do her hair). 
Again, on the phone she was nice, professional, and sounded still excited to get her hair done. That all changed however, when she walked into the salon and I was the one that checked her in. She started looking me up and down, her facial expressions were purely ones of distrust and discontent. I just tried to kill her with kindness and do my job with in the best professional manner that I possibly could. Asked her how her day was going and continued her client consultation. She said she wanted her hair braided going back down her head cause it would be easier on her hair (since it was already damaged from previous sew-ins that were clearly too tight/produced bald spots and broken hair.) Normally, for a sew-in, like the one she wanted, you would braid in a circular motion but whatever gotta please the customer. I did the corn rows how she asked and redid and redid them because she was trying to say that my corn rows were too loose but honestly if I would have braided her hair any tighter I would have been pulling her damn hair out of her head. So, what would normally take me about twenty-thirty minutes took me about an hour and a half. 
Then I started creating her thread barrier at the bottom where she had long spots I had to take up and sew closer to the head/inbetween the other braids. 1. So that all the tension wouldnt souly be on her hair, it would be on the thread as well, and 2. because its the best method to preventing breakage, slipage, and loosening braids. I was barely started when she starts questioning me what I am doing and telling me that her other stylist never does that and that I am just waisting time. Okay, thats evident because your the one with bald spots and broken hair right at your nape.....
After that I just started on her sew-in. She didnt like the way it was laying, how I was knotting the thread, she didnt want me to cut the tracks, and she stopped me after only three levels to tell me to go ahead an take the extension back out, unbraid her hair, and just flat iron it. That she would just get it done later. After all that work I did, tried and tried to please her, and did everything she asked me to do, she just wanted me to take it all out, not pay for anything that I had already done, and then just get a $9 service so that she said, "I could at least get credit for a service". I just went and got my salon floor manager. 
It wasnt that I did a poor job, pissed her off in anyway, or that I could have made her happy if I finished the service. She was discriminating towards me from the moment she actually saw my face. She even had the nerve to ask me before she even sat down at my station, "Now, are you sure you can work with ethnic hair?" 
Yes, I am highly trained at one of the best cosmetology schools in the nation and have strived to be able to do this exact service since I started school. So, nope cant work your ethnic hair apparently. My skin is just so bright that during that one lesson the only students in the classroom that were able to pay attention where the black "ethnic" students. 
Not only is it an insult to me when clients say things like that but its an insult to the school, its educators, and every single "ethnic" student in the school and in the Regency family as a whole. By saying that you believe only ethnic students can work on ethnic hair, you are also saying that those same ethnic students cant work on "white hair". Your saying that due to our skin color certain lessons in class we are ill-equip to understand, comprehend, and do. That when certain subjects come up the teacher is then only talking to the certain students that match the racist stereotype affiliated with that kind of hair design, service, or chemical service. 
This lady kept trying to tell my salon floor manager that she doesnt mind her head being used to teach or learn after my salon floor manager reminded her that she came to a school and even if she had went to a regular salon you cannot expect perfection, especially when you put such strict limitations and previsions to the service that you want rendered. 
I can honestly say that I was so pissed and offended, I refused to walk back out there. 
This was the third experience I have had in a week for racism towards me. The first was a woman, that again started out by calling the school and requesting an ethnic student but got me also started out very bitchy and judgmental but I rocked out with my marcel and gave her some curls that she was so shocked came out beautiful that again I was slightly offended because she was so shocked. The second was another lady that although she liked what I did to her hair she still refused to even take my card. It was a huge slap in the face. Her hair came out so beautiful, silky, soft, and exactly how she wanted it to but she just was ticked because she couldnt get an ethnic student to do her hair, and the third and worse was today. 
Luckily, today ended on a good note and I got to see an old friend from high school who is a real sweet heart and her ethnic hair came out beautifully. And her ethnic baby was adorable and loved me. 
Bottom line, the effects of racism are ignorance, more racism, and stupidity. I dont discriminate against you, please do simple assume because I am white that I cant do my job, that I cant comprehend the dynamics and design of ethnic hair, that due to my fair melanin in my skin I am incompetent in comparison. Racism is a disease of the mind. Its toxic to all it comes in contact with and it breaks down well rounded people. It infects even the most level minded person due to constant badgering and belittling. It breeds hate and distrust and I never thought that it would affect me so badly. 
I have no tolerance for ignorant people and no acceptance for bullshit like this.  

Monday, August 13, 2012

To love or not to love that is the bullshit

I have to admit that I have a small addiction to watching this show called to catch a cheater. Its all about people going on National television, hiring this specific crew of private detectives to catch their spouse or significant other cheating and then exposing them while they are in a public area. 

It just fascinates me that people can be so stupid and yet I know at one point I was that stupid. No I have never cheated on someone I was with but I have been the other woman and I am not proud at all of that fact but I am also not going to act like it didnt happen. It was a huge stepping stone in my life and a coarse changer. Because of everything that happened I was forced to really take a look in the mirror and begin my journey of self discovery, acceptance, and I had to seriously grow up but that doesnt happen for everyone and I wasnt even the cheater in the situation and it made my blood crawl. 
I dont know how people can do it. 
If I am with someone I am with that person, however if I begin to feel like we are drifting I try to talk to that person and figure out why that is, and eventually if I begin to really look at other people or even think about cheating I have to end it or have an immediate meeting of the minds kinda deal. I am not a cheater and cannot cheat. It just isnt in me. I know how it feels to be cheated on and I cannot deal with that kind of guilt. 

This show however is all about how people suspect cheating and instead of confronting their partners they get a team of investigators to do it and then want to freak out cause everything that they already suspected was true. If it honestly got to that point already you didnt need detectives, you needed to take a look in the mirror, try a bit harder, or move the fuck on. 

To love or not to love that is the bullshit. You cannot choose who you love or why you love them but you should at least be able to express why you love them and be adult enough to talk about your sexual needs, desires, and whatever is lacking in the relationship. Instead of hiring detectives and going on tv for the whole world to see how much of a fuck up both of you are, you could have just dealt with it yourselves. The person who did the cheating is a fuck up because cheating is cheating and the person that hired the detectives is a fuck up because 9 out of 10 of them always say "I knew this was going on, I knew this was happening, I knew he/she was creeping, I knew I couldnt trust him/her!!" Well if you already knew then why the fuck did you need detectives?

In some retrospect I dont believe that people can be truly faithful to one another anymore. Whether it be physically, emotionally, or spiritually, I have yet to meet one person that is truly monogamous. I have never physically cheated but I know that I have friends that sooth my heart when I am down and isnt that emotionally cheating? If you cannot turn to your partner who is suppose to be your best friend and eventually you just go to that other person and pour your heart out...

I know I started rambling....
Anyway, my point is if you are honest with yourself and with what you want out of life, love, and your sexuality, then you will know whether or not this or that person is right for you. You will know if that person is feeding you a crock of shit or whether you can trust them. Dont go and hire a damn news crew of detectives to stawlk them because you got tired of doing it, just be honest. 
I have been very honest with myself and I think I am finally beginning to feel true happiness. 

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Oh my bubbles......

I have had a very family oriented weekend and it has been great but now I am bored out of my mind and fighting my sleep. 
So here is one huge thing thats been on my mind...
My bubbles.
She is cute in her own special way, 
tough as nails, 
but smooth as butter. 
My bubbles. 
To say shes sexy,
is underestimating her...
everything. 
Shes so much more
and she doesnt even see it. 
She is blessed and is a blessing.
My bubbles. 
How I miss seeing her, 
laughing, talking, joking, flirting, 
Her eyes light up with every smile, 
her smirk is enticing, 
No matter how many times I see it....
Oh my bubbles
I love you =) 

Just something special that keeps popping into my head and she knows it. 
You have had a bad day, and people do suck but I hope that made it better. 

Saturday, August 11, 2012

ICP Juggalos a ganG?? HELL NO!!!

Is this America or isnt it??????
Are we the home of the free? 
What I just saw is proof that it isnt!! 

How the fuck is being juggalo, being a member of a gang???WTF!!!!! 
Being a supporter of ICP isnt being a part of a gang! Being a juggalo means that you love ICP, you love their music! It doesnt mean you are a member of a gang! At most we are just a family. A family of like minded people who love some awesome fucking music. Screw this government for this! I do not feel very blessed to be an American right now and I have always been a proud American. I love the USA! I preregistered to vote when I was a 16, I have been to other countries and never hid the fact I was an American because I love this nation. I tried and tried to be in the military to support this nation. I am proud to have members of my family in the military because I love America but what the FBI just did is NOT AMERICAN! WE ARE SUPPOSE TO BE THE HOME OF THE FREE AND LAND OF THE BRAVE!! How the fuck is this free by any means??????
ICP is a music group? If they can claim that Juggalos, that ICP fans are gang members? If you ever listened, actually payed attention to their lyrics you would see that they support love, peace, family, and freedom!
Where does this stop???
If they can claim people that listen to ICP are a gang, then when are they going to claim that people who listen to metalica, disturbed, lady gaga, lil john, R Kelly, fucking ect are all gangs! This is bullshit! You cannot say that all juggalos are in gangs! You cant claim that fans of music, of ICP, are fucking gang members!! I swear to God, if I am ever fucked with because I love ICP, that they try to say I am a member of a gang cause of the music I listen to I am going to pull out every fucking freedom amendment and sue the fuck out of every single part of the government that fucked with me because this is some communist bullshit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I am an AMERICAN AND I WILL SUPPORT MY CIRCUS, I WILL SUPPORT MY FAMILY, I WILL SUPPORT WHO EVER THE FUCK I WANT TO SUPPORT! 
If people can go and support the fucking Arian brother hood or whatever, then why the fuck cant ICP have some proud ass fans and not get fucked with about this bullshit!!!!! 
FAMILY, FAMILY, FAMILY!!!!! 

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Mrs Independent found a new direction

Mrs. Independent found herself a new direction as simply being Anna. Which explains the layout change. 
Yes, I am independent and very proud to be so but I am also just Anna. I am a hard working single mother in a world of hard working single mothers and to claim that I am the only Mrs. Independent out there is kind of a bitchy thing to do. 
That and I am really just trying to define myself right now and really focus on my dreams and ambitions. I cannot do that if I am trying to stick to this preconceived notion and title. Sometimes I will need help, sometimes I will be vunerable, sometimes I will bitch and complain, and other times you will want to strangle me for being so happy and bubbly. Shit happens. =) 
Life happens....

Speaking of which, I am having a bit of a rough time right now because of what is going on with my mom. She needs to have surgery and cant unless she pays this massive bill before hand even though she has kick ass insurance because the stupid insurance people consider it to be a "cosmetic" surgery. She has been on blood thinners for close to thirteen years and has to be on blood thinners, so her teeth have basically disintegrated in her mouth which has allowed abscess and infection to run ramped. Right now the infection in her mouth is so bad that the oral surgeon and her hemotologist want to do the surgery by Monday but cant unless she pays $2500! We dont have that kind of money,  I dont think anyone does. So, I did the only thing I could think of and that was to post it on Facebook. I have had a huge outcry of support in the form of prayers, which I am very thankful for but what I really need is some financial help so that she can actually get the surgery. Prayer is powerful but I just hope that prayer turns into some cold hard cash or I might lose my mom. My father already died when I was 15 because he was murdered. I just got to really have a relationship with my mom. It just isnt fair. I want to cry, to scream, to kick and punch the walls, I want to go out and beg on the road, to steal if I had to and for all of those that really know me, KNOW I would dont steal. That just isnt me. 
I have added a link at the bottom of the page if anyone wants to help save my mom. Any little bit helps. Seriously a dollar would still be a dollar closer to getting her that surgery and hopefully saving my mom. She works so hard to help everyone that she can and has never asked for anything in return. People like her are so far and few inbetween. These days in order for anyone one to help you, you have to help them first and my mom just doesnt think that way. She is the kind of person that would break her back if it meant that she could help you feed your kids, she would give you the shirt off her back if you needed one, she would let you sleep in her truck if it meant you werent sleeping on the street. She is caring and loving and genuin. She is ambitious and driven. She hardly ever says no and nothing ever stops her. Nothing until now. 
I have been so choked up about this since she told me two days ago. My head wont stop spinning trying to figure out a way to get the money. I cant focus on anything and its driving me insane. Today in the salon was so rough because I was so distraught about everything and I was trying so hard to keep a good face. The only person that could really tell that something was wrong was my teacher and thats cause shes a mommy of six and the middle sister of 12. She has had plenty of experience reading people and their emotions. 
All I can say is please help or please pray for us that some one, some of you can help save my mom. I know I sound desperate but I am and I am not ashamed to say it. If it was your mom you would do the same thing, and if you wouldnt then I feel bad for your mom. 


Here is the link 
https://www.wepay.com/donations/joyce-elkins-emergency-surgery

Friday, August 3, 2012

Candid moment from Anna

It has been about two weeks since I really posted anything, or at least it feels like that. Time has been so fast moving since I got down here but it doesnt feel like that is a bad thing. 

Ugh, this always happen, I have in mind all these things I want to write about and then I get on here and its total writers block. Its just so aggravating. 
I want to write about my mom but that just makes me upset. I want to write about Alyssa but I dont know where to begin. I dont have a sex life right now so, thats......I could write about all the shit that pisses me off but lately I just dont see the point in it. Nothing is going to change, unless I make it change (which I have began to) and I am sure everyone is tired of hearing people talk about what grinds their gears. 
I guess I will just write about school. Not much to say there either. Its school. Its great but there are moment where I just feel like I dont belong. I get that feeling no matter when I am. I just dont belong. I go to talk and see people eyes glaze over. Or, they just ignore me entirely. Then, I go and make a fool of myself because I do exactly what people hated me doing back in Arkansas. Except reverse. I use to talk about everything that happened in Florida, now I talk about and compare almost everything to Arkansas and it aggravates me so so so so so so freaking much!!! I hated Arkansas but the reality of it is that has been my life for the last four years and so much has happened in those four years. I grew up so much in those last four years. I had a baby, I got married to someone that I shouldnt have, I tried and failed and succeeded at so many things, I almost died, I lived, I almost died again, I lived even more, I found new friends, and lost old ones. I wouldnt change it because of all of that but I wish I could just stop talking about it. I know how aggravating it is and maybe when I get out of school I will because it wont be a constant reminder of the differences and similarities.
I feel alone but not as alone as I was in Arkansas. Its like its a different level of outcast. I am more accepted here, free-ier then I was but still stuck in this cage. 
Maybe when I am really on my own two feet again I will feel more accepted and confident. Maybe then I can truly leave my four year hiadiouse in the past where it belongs so I can focus on my future.