Nothing ever stops Godzilla

 

The Nameless One finds out we have African DNA in us, and she's off and running about she 'doesn't know how to be black.'

 

OK. I swore I wouldn't write anymore about The Nameless One, but.... I discovered another freaking bizarre piece of nonsense.

So I'm awake at 2am, June 25, had a little snack and winding down to go back to bed and googling stuff and something told me to google The Nameless One. And a blog post of hers from a year ago shows up. "Small bits of African DNA in my white-European genome." 

Well, this intrigued me so I had to go do a look-see. 

Okay, the post itself is a rundown of our genetic background and her reaction to it. Siblings share the same genetic background. I never had my DNA tested, but since The Nameless One had it done, and then one of my older sisters had it done (which both are identical), so why should I spend the money? 

I've known for awhile now that I'm a basic American Mutt - I got all sorts of ethnicities in me. Mostly German. But I don't identify as German. I identify as "American Mixed Mongrel" -- but actually - I identify myself as ..... ME. 

I just happen to be married to a black man. Whose ethnic background is (obviously) Black, and also Cherokee, and Latino.This does not make ME black, Cherokee, or Latino. 

The exBFF once remarked to me: "You're like me - black-oriented." -- huh? 

Um, I'm married to a black dude, I like the old time Motown Sound, I took a American Black History course in my senior year in high school -- doesn't make me black. 

My first husband was from Yemen. I've loved Arabian mythology since I was a kid, loved watching belly dancers so much, I decided to be one myself. I've read the Koran, learned a smattering of the Arabic language - none of that makes me Arab.

Whatever interests I have in my life doesn’t make me them. I like science fiction. Especially Star Trek and the Vulcan Mr. Spock. Doesn’t make me Vulcan. 

I like cats. I’ve had several cats as pets. Doesn’t make me feline. 

I like the music of the late Greek electronic musician Vangelis. I like souvlaki - doesn’t make me Greek.

So having a black husband does not make ME black or black-oriented. 

So let’s get back to The Nameless One. What does The Nameless One have to say about her finding out about having a smidgen of African DNA in her? 

She whines that she's been white all her life and DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO BE BLACK.

Okay, so now I find out that not only am I married to a black man, I’m part black myself. Hmmm. Interesting. Intriguing. -- But only to the point that it is a testament as to how human beings have migrated and mixed together for all these thousand of years. And in the wonderment of who my ancestors were, where they came from, that their DNA is a part of me. However - I am still ME. I am in charge of my life and live it the way I see fit. And I don’t live it to be black or white because of who I am married to.

Both The Nameless One and the exBFF sure have some crazy ideas about life. 

https://forbiddenfamily.com/2023/05/25/small-bits-of-african-dna-in-my-white-european-genome/

 

Jon Anderson (formerly of Yes) in concert with The Band Geeks ----------- I attended his concert yesterday (June 8, 2024)

Jon Anderson and The Band Geeks

I have been a fan of the prog rock group Yes since 1972, and have had a crush on lead singer Jon Anderson from that time.

I’ve been fortunate to see Yes a few times in concert and Jon as well since he left Yes. Sometimes solo, sometimes with former members of Yes. 

Yesterday afternoon, my cousin Cindy and her husband Paul treated me to see Jon and his friends The Band Geeks in Hammondsport NY.

Jon was amazing as usual. His energy is unstoppable, his voice is as clear and angelic as always.

I just adore this man.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5iMXTGzhBBM

I was nice to Joan/Doris until she and her deadbeat husband stole from me. When I demanded repayment, I was now a 'bitch'

Having 700 bucks swindled outta ya just make ya turn into a bitch.

Finding out that some of it went to the deadbeat husbands addiction to a stripper joint made me a bigger bitch.

Having come to my house with 10 lousy bucks in hand and whining, 'can't you just take this 10? I don't want to go home and hear J. yell." This after they agreed to pay me back 50 bucks a month. That 10 bucks and a previous payment of $50 was all I saw of my $700 to this day.

But, yeah, I'M the bitch.

#NamelessOne #AdopteesWhoThinkTheyCanTreatOthersLikeAssholes
ps: 'Nameless One' - my pet name for Joan Wheeler/Doris Michol Sippel
and yes, she and her husband swindled $700.00 from me. Promised to pay me back, reneged on their promise, when I needed the money, they turned their backs on me, I got mad and told her to keep the fucking money, but she would NOT be in my life - I was no longer her 'sister' and wanted nothing more to do with her.

And because I had the nerve to set up a boundary (disrespect me by stealing from me, lying to me, breaking a promise to repay me, causing me to not trust her and forbid her to have contact with me) - she started her 25 years campaign of hate and retribution towards me.

But see, she had made her choice - she could have chosen to retain a loving relationship with me - she chose to destroy that. 

I had a choice too. To keep a lying disrespectful thief in my life? Or boot her out of my life? I chose the latter. And am happy for doing so.

I hate the phrase "Life is Short" - because people like to use it as a guilt mechanism

 

Found this on facebook. So.. what is a phrase that I hate? "Life is Short”

Because it is usually said to you by toxic relatives and people who pissed you off and after you've blown up at them, set boundaries, and kicked them out of your life. Used to make you feel guilty for standing up for yourself.

Ten years after the exBFF earned her spot on my virtual trebuchet - and got kicked out of my life - she shows up on Instagram with a half-ass apology and an "I miss you" whine. Trying to worm her way back into my life. I wasn’t buying it. Because disrespect will close doors that apologies can't reopen.

In her little whine, she had the nerve to say “Life is short.” Why? To remind ME that life is short and I should ‘forgive and forget’ the shit she did to me?

Life IS short - and she should have remembered that back in 2012 when she called my job with lies to get me fired.

Why did she do that? Because I had enough of her crap in my life, I distanced myself from her. I removed her from my facebook. Because I’m a grown woman and have the right to remove anyone I want from my social media. She calls my house one night and leaves a message on my answering machine - real nasty too! “Why’d you take me off your facebook?” Really? Then proceeds to keep calling my house. And then the next day calls my job to get me fired.

There is NO justification for her doing that. And in her message on instagram - she offers me some half-ass ‘apology’ - “I’m sorry for not understanding you the way you thought I should.”

What’s to understand? That I wanted basic RESPECT? Like someone not coming to my house and stealing pain pills. Like getting a little thank you after I used my PERSONAL LIFE TIME and SICK TIME FROM MY JOB to hand deliver her to detox? Or how about when I send a letter of intervention (like the bestest of friends should do) and laid out things she does in her life (for 30 years) that she needs to stop doing. She got ‘offended’ because I told her truths she didn’t want to hear, and claimed I was harassing her, and had the nerve to press charges on me. AND when we were in court, she walked passed me where I was sitting and in a low voice, threatened to beat my ass.

Her half-ass apology did not address any of that. Her half-ass apology was shit. Plain shit.She’s sorry for not understanding me??? what nonsense. That ‘apology’ was nothing short than another slap to my face. And then she’s got the nerve to tell me “Life is short.”

Well, life IS short, and I won’t spend my life with a low-down disgusting bitch like FJM.

Leaves a disgusting insulting message on my facebook about my husband. Trashes my father to me on the phone the day after his funeral. Threatens me in court. Bitches at me for taking her off my facebook. Calls my job to get me fired. Steals from my house.

Life is short FJM - and your short life is nothing but crap - of your own making.

 

 

When a toxic person TRIES to re-enter your life - you MUST refuse to let them back in. A snake is a snake is a snake.

 

This is very important. When you have succeeded in getting a toxic person OUT of your life - DO NOT LET THEM BACK INTO YOUR LIFE. 

When my exBFF turned to drugs, I did try to help her out. In 2005, I hand delivered her to detox, (at her request). She went into counseling. But instead of applying what she learned in counseling to herself - she applied it to ME. She would call me up and tell why I was addicted to chocolate. (uh, no. I have a sweet tooth, and I do not steal from friends to buy Reese cups). 

She came to my house and stole pain pills from me. I got tired of her disrespecting and suffocating me (see other posts in this blog) - so I distanced myself from her. When I didn't return her phone calls, she began leaving long incoherent messages to me on facebook and once inserted herself in a facebook conversation I was having with 4 cousins - she said that our conversation was all bullshit and we should shut the fuck up. I booted her off my facebook, but did not block her. (a mistake). 

Five years later, in September 2010, I ran into her at the grocery store and then I went to her house and we had a good talk. I had missed her and wanted our years long friendship to continue. 

BIG MISTAKE. 

A mere 2 months later - I was having a 3-way email exchange with my 2 older sisters and a question came up about social services (welfare) benefits vs disability benefits. (note, one of my sisters live in another country, so their system is different from USA). Well, I thought since the exBFF had been on social services, she could tell us. I added her to the conversation, and also, my niece. 

WELL - the exBFF got OFFENDED and emailed me back that I had no right to invade her privacy by putting her financial status out in public. And then she demanded to know why I kicked her off my facebook. 

I emailed her back - and explained that it was a PRIVATE email exchange (not facebook messaging) between family members, and I considered her family - and we were only seeking information. She fired back that she is NOT A WELFARE QUEEN. (I never said that she was, I was only seeking information). I also explained why I removed her from my facebook. 

I said that I thought we could re-kindle our friendship, but I saw that it was not going to work. I told her I did not want to associate with her anymore. 

Another mistake I made - was after this - I failed to block her on facebook. She didn't contact me on facebook for a year and a half - and I honestly didn't think of her. 

Until one Saturday night (around midnight) in January 2012, she calls me on the phone and left a message on my answering machine DEMANDING TO KNOW WHY I TOOK HER OFF MY FACEBOOK. (memory problems due to drug use).

She called my house a few more times, and one time I picked up the phone and told her to stop calling me, and I was going to report her to the phone company. (which I did the following morning and changed my phone number). 

She was also busy that weekend - she called my employer and finagled my manager's name out of someone. And called my manager that Monday morning and said I was printing out her medical records - a violation of hospital rules and federal patient privacy laws. My employer investigated me. And their computer security team determined that I did not violate any rules. (correct). 

The exBFF also contacted my niece on facebook AND ADMITTED that she called my job. I took a screen shot of it. 

I sent her a letter of intervention which included that screenshot - and I told her things she didn't want to hear. I tried to get her to wake up and stop the drugs and stop making poor decisions in her life. 

She got OFFENDED again and pressed harassment charges on me. 

2 days before our court date - she left a horribly disgusting comment about my husband on my facebook. (then I finally corrected my mistake and blocked her). 

We got to court - and my husband and I were shocked to see her appearance - she was dressed like a two-bit ho. She was arguing with her defense team in a loud voice, was told to shut up by the bailiffs, she did not, so they told her to leave. As she left, she passed me sitting on the end of the row of seats, and in a low voice, she threatened to beat my ass. I immediately summoned the bailiffs. "Excuse me - she just threatened me." She started to run - they caught her and removed her from the court room - and placed her in a private room down the hall - where she continued to scream at the top of her lungs and everyone heard her. Our lawyer got off the elevator and heard her screaming from behind a closed door! I mean - she was fucking losing her damn mind! 

As a hospital nurse's aide, I've had dealings with psych patients - and she was fucking screaming like one. SCREAMING. My husband and I were shocked. I wanted to cry. Because this was a once beautiful woman, our friend for almost 30 years and she was flipping out, a drug addict, dressed like a ho. It was terrible to witness, despite me being angry over her contacting my job, trying to get me fired, and then hauling me into court because I told her truths about herself - which is what a good friend does.

Anyway, despite her disrupting the court like that (and she should have been handcuffed and jailed)  - the judge (who was shown on the local news a few months later being sympathetic to drug addicts - but not their victims) - put a restraining order on ME for one year. Telling me to stay away from her. 

oh no problem judge - I've been trying to get the hell away from her for years. 

The restraining order expired in 2013 - and I have never even wanted to go near that crazy person. It was unfair for ME to have gotten the restraining order - but it worked - it did what I wanted - HER OUT OF MY LIFE. 

In March 2022, guess who contacted me on instagram - yep - the exBFF, claiming she missed me. oh boo hoo. She gave me her phone number - which I called and told her in no uncertain terms that I wanted NOTHING to do with her. 

BECAUSE I LEARNED MY LESSON -- that when a toxic person TRIES to re-enter your life - you MUST refuse to let them back in. A snake is a snake is a snake.

Comic Book Collecting and a puzzle for you

 

Haven’t had time to post lately. I spend more time on my facebook page (click on link to go to my facebook) than here. But I want to make longer posts - and this blog is a great place to do it.

I’ve been a long-time comic book collector. From the time I was a little kid, I loved comic books. I started out with the usual kiddie stuff: Richie Rich, Little Dot, Little Audrey, that sort of stuff. And I read the comic strips in the newspapers. As my reading skills progressed I started reading comic strips of Brenda Starr, Superman, and others. 

I had already been watching Superman on TV - The Adventures of Superman with George Reeves, so naturally, I began to read his adventures in the comic books.
Time frame here: 1959-1960, and I was 8 years old, and began spending my allowance on comic books. 

As time went on, I bought Superman in comic books titled ‘Action’ and ‘Adventure.’ Those books introduced me to Supergirl, Lois Lane, Superboy, and The Legion of Superheroes. 

As I entered my teens, I continued buying and reading comic books, along with other books. Science fiction and fantasy was my ‘go-to’ genre, although I read other genres. 

I continued buying and collecting comic books up until the late 1970’s - I had to stop because they were getting too expensive, and my collection was getting too much. I did continue buying some comic books during the early 80’s - but those were ones that were outstanding in a certain way to me. 

Lately, I’ve been purging things. And my comic book collection has been one of my targets. I’ve bought CDs that contain scans of the comic books that I have been collecting all these years. Some books I’ve been scanning myself. A tedious process, made easier by me listening to some music while scanning.

My comic book collection isn’t really worth anything. They were bought to be read and re-read. I never bought them to re-sell later at a profit, nor did I ever store them in fancy protective covers. Some were placed in specially sized plastic bags, and they and the ones that were not in bags, were stored in plain cardboard boxes, or plastic storage boxes. My comic books are old friends, not commodities. And they ain't worth anything - beat up, yellowed pages, ripped or missing covers. 

A few years ago, I put together about 4 boxes of comic books and comic magazines that I had on CD or scanned onto an external hard drive, and gave them to a cousin of mine. I also gave him my collection of Starlog magazine (a science fiction genre magazine). 

I still got lots of comic books to digitize and save. Last night I worked on an anthology series DC comics put out in the 70’s called ‘The Superman Family.’ They stopped publishing individual books of Lois Lane, Supergirl and Jimmy Olsen. And what they did was put out one ‘giant’ book (100 pages) that ran stories of those three. Every month they rotated between the characters, presenting a new story of one of them. The rest of the book were reprints of stories of the other characters. They rotated the characters so that they each were spotlighted every couple of months. The book also ran reprints of stories of other peripheral characters in the Superman universe - Krypto the Super Dog, Braniac, Lana Lang, Perry White, Bizarro World and even Mr. Mxyzptlk! (good luck pronouncing that). 

Anyway, last evening while working on The Superman Family issue 168 (published Dec-Jan 1974/75) I came across this ‘Super-Puzzle.’ A word search puzzle - that uses a lot of peripheral characters in the Superman Universe. 

Click on the picture (you may have to click on it a few times to enlarge it - this blog site has a glitch in seeing images). Right click on the enlarged picture to save to your computer and print it out to do the puzzle.

Enjoy.
copyright DC comics.