Today during my lunch I saw a post that a friend of mine had posted about her neighbor. What it entailed was that her neighbor had bought rims worth $4,000 and he put them onto his 1998 piece of shit vehicle. Now I just had to laugh at this because this is something that I see everyday at work and at home. I drive past them and they drive past my house blaring Wiz Khalifa at a volume that can be heard as Tonopah, Nevada.
I can understand you needing something to get you from here to there, and that's fine. However, I do not understand why you would spend all this money for these high end rims and you stick them onto your 1992 Honda P.O.S with multi-colored doors and a rusted out hood with one side mirror hanging off! What the hell is wrong with you?! You could've used this money to buy yourself a brand new USED car! But NOOOOO...you just HAD to have the rims so you can show all of your friends how "GANGSTA" you are.
These cars are downright ridiculous! Often times, it's these white trash urban rednecks that own these damn things. At least in my neighborhood anyway! When they drive past my house, I want nothing more than to throw out a set of Spike Strips just as their doing 45 down a street clearly marked 25. When they get out to complain, I will reach into their car, yank out their radio and throw it right into a fucking pool! Then I will pull up their pants, take the belt, tie the pants over their head with it and kick them square in the ASS!
To all the McSkeezer WannabeMackDaddies out there, and this is for the white ones, stop spending money on making your piece of shit Honda or whatever vehicle that you drive look better. Use the money for something else! You got kids? Buy them a swing set! Take them to Disney World! Do something resourceful and useful for this thriving economy of ours! Don't spend it on rims, please?!
Friday, March 23, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
What The Ghost Adventures Crew Have Done For Me
I became a huge fan of the show back in 2010 when I started to make changes to my life. I will never forget being inside the Willard Intercontinental Hotel in Washington DC on a Friday night. I was having trouble sleeping and I rarely, if ever, go to bed at 9pm. But that was then and this is now. But anyways, I turn on the Travel Channel to see what's on and, lo and behold, there was Zak, Nick and Aaron on a lockdown. Forgive my ever fading memory and don't hang me by my thumbs, but I don't remember the exact episode that I was watching.
And I thought to myself, "Wow! I believe in ghosts, but I never knew there was a show out there like this." Now, I've seen "Ghost Hunters" before and the show was okay. But something about these guys just sparked my interest in the Paranormal and Ghost Hunting. I've always had an interest in doing something like this, but out of fear of being labeled a weirdo, I went and lived a "normal" existence. But, the Ghost Adventures Crew put that spark back into me and for that I thank them.
I will also tell you what else they have done for me. I have been going to Ghost Adventures/Darkness Radio events for over a year now. I really enjoy going to them! Here's the story about my very first event.
It was at The Stanley Hotel in March 2011 and when I got there I didn't know a single person there. I was there by myself and did not know anybody other than those I talked to online. Then, I met Zory, the GAC Intern, and she welcomed me into the GAC Family. Just the kindest, warmest and kick butt person I've ever met. Then I met the Darkness Radio family, who also made me feel welcomed as well. I met Susan, Mallie and Dave, who are just absolutely fantastic hosts. In addition, I got to meet Mark and Debby Constantino, Chris Fleming, Aaron Sagers and Jeff Belanger, another group of awesome people.
Then, I met Zak, Aaron and Billy. The guys who put the spark back in me and made me turn myself around for the absolute best. I was a little shy at first when I met them, nervous too. But, I kept my cool and introduced myself to them. They were really nice to me and autographed their photos for me. Now, it was my birthday but I was too shy to even ask them to wish me a happy birthday. At least I told them later on and I got it! Yay!
After the event at the Stanley ended, I had found myself from having very few close friends to having an ARMY of them. So close we can smell each other's B.O.! However, I knew that I would be coming back for more events.
Three weeks later, I found myself at Ohio State Reformatory and made more new friends in the GAC and Darkness Radio family. But, if there is anything from this event that I have learned, you keep your friends close and stay as far the FUCK AWAY from the Crazies as you possibly can! Enough said!
In the course of the summer, I had come to an epiphany: I am no longer going to go to Disney World every single year for the rest of my life! I am going to do GAC and Darkness Radio events until the day I die and they'll have to find my ass floating around! And here's what my EVP will be: Sunflower.
I am still going to these events so if you happen to be at one of them look for a 5'7" tall red head in glasses wearing a Big Steppin' hoodie. Stop me and I will say hi and figure out if you friended me on Facebook or stalk me on Twitter. Just kidding!
In addition, The Ghost Adventures Crew have taught me a lot at how to conduct myself during an investigation. They taught me to not wear squeaky shoes (Thanks, Zak!), tag my audio whenever I have to sneeze, walk or burp, and to say thank you afterwards for communicating with me. I am also doing non-event investigations as well, too! I have gone out on my own with a team of investigators out of Virginia and we investigated Gettysburg and Bobby Mackey's Music World. I had a lot of fun and I've gotten much more enjoyment out of it than I did when I repeatedly went to Disney World and rode "It's a Small World" over and over again.
Which reminds me...Hey, Zak, if you read this, you do not want to go on "It's A Small World"! LOADED with dolls and, one time I was on there, a doll's head actually exploded off its body and landed in the water near ME! If it had been you, you'd have been swimming for the exit! Enough said!
I now conclude by telling you that the Ghost Adventures Crew has done so much for me. They put the spark AND the spunk back in me to realize what I want to truly do from now until my time has come to pick the place where I will haunt people for eternity, or at least until I find the Light. They have introduced me to people who didn't think they were weird for believing in the same things I thought I was weird for. They have stopped me from doing the same thing every year and have gotten me into something I really want to do over and over again. They may not know this, but they have done more for me than they realize. For that, I humbly thank them and show them nothing but love and respect.
Zak Bagans, Nick Groff, Aaron Goodwin, Billy Tolley, thank you so much!
XOXO Velma
My favorite scene thus far! Zak, I hope you're not still mad about that Clown doll I sent you at ScareFest! ((Hiding Behind Wall))
And I thought to myself, "Wow! I believe in ghosts, but I never knew there was a show out there like this." Now, I've seen "Ghost Hunters" before and the show was okay. But something about these guys just sparked my interest in the Paranormal and Ghost Hunting. I've always had an interest in doing something like this, but out of fear of being labeled a weirdo, I went and lived a "normal" existence. But, the Ghost Adventures Crew put that spark back into me and for that I thank them.
I will also tell you what else they have done for me. I have been going to Ghost Adventures/Darkness Radio events for over a year now. I really enjoy going to them! Here's the story about my very first event.
It was at The Stanley Hotel in March 2011 and when I got there I didn't know a single person there. I was there by myself and did not know anybody other than those I talked to online. Then, I met Zory, the GAC Intern, and she welcomed me into the GAC Family. Just the kindest, warmest and kick butt person I've ever met. Then I met the Darkness Radio family, who also made me feel welcomed as well. I met Susan, Mallie and Dave, who are just absolutely fantastic hosts. In addition, I got to meet Mark and Debby Constantino, Chris Fleming, Aaron Sagers and Jeff Belanger, another group of awesome people.
Then, I met Zak, Aaron and Billy. The guys who put the spark back in me and made me turn myself around for the absolute best. I was a little shy at first when I met them, nervous too. But, I kept my cool and introduced myself to them. They were really nice to me and autographed their photos for me. Now, it was my birthday but I was too shy to even ask them to wish me a happy birthday. At least I told them later on and I got it! Yay!
After the event at the Stanley ended, I had found myself from having very few close friends to having an ARMY of them. So close we can smell each other's B.O.! However, I knew that I would be coming back for more events.
Three weeks later, I found myself at Ohio State Reformatory and made more new friends in the GAC and Darkness Radio family. But, if there is anything from this event that I have learned, you keep your friends close and stay as far the FUCK AWAY from the Crazies as you possibly can! Enough said!
In the course of the summer, I had come to an epiphany: I am no longer going to go to Disney World every single year for the rest of my life! I am going to do GAC and Darkness Radio events until the day I die and they'll have to find my ass floating around! And here's what my EVP will be: Sunflower.
I am still going to these events so if you happen to be at one of them look for a 5'7" tall red head in glasses wearing a Big Steppin' hoodie. Stop me and I will say hi and figure out if you friended me on Facebook or stalk me on Twitter. Just kidding!
In addition, The Ghost Adventures Crew have taught me a lot at how to conduct myself during an investigation. They taught me to not wear squeaky shoes (Thanks, Zak!), tag my audio whenever I have to sneeze, walk or burp, and to say thank you afterwards for communicating with me. I am also doing non-event investigations as well, too! I have gone out on my own with a team of investigators out of Virginia and we investigated Gettysburg and Bobby Mackey's Music World. I had a lot of fun and I've gotten much more enjoyment out of it than I did when I repeatedly went to Disney World and rode "It's a Small World" over and over again.
Which reminds me...Hey, Zak, if you read this, you do not want to go on "It's A Small World"! LOADED with dolls and, one time I was on there, a doll's head actually exploded off its body and landed in the water near ME! If it had been you, you'd have been swimming for the exit! Enough said!
I now conclude by telling you that the Ghost Adventures Crew has done so much for me. They put the spark AND the spunk back in me to realize what I want to truly do from now until my time has come to pick the place where I will haunt people for eternity, or at least until I find the Light. They have introduced me to people who didn't think they were weird for believing in the same things I thought I was weird for. They have stopped me from doing the same thing every year and have gotten me into something I really want to do over and over again. They may not know this, but they have done more for me than they realize. For that, I humbly thank them and show them nothing but love and respect.
Zak Bagans, Nick Groff, Aaron Goodwin, Billy Tolley, thank you so much!
XOXO Velma
My favorite scene thus far! Zak, I hope you're not still mad about that Clown doll I sent you at ScareFest! ((Hiding Behind Wall))
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Justice for Trayvon Martin
Today I turned on the news and saw something that both shocked and angered me. In Sanford, Florida last month, a 17-year-old boy named Trayvon Martin went to the store for some Skittles and Iced Tea. On his way back, he was spotted by a man named George Zimmerman, who thought he looked suspicious and proceeded to call 911. Rather than proceed to let the police come and do their job, he followed Trayvon and caught up with him. Then Mr. Zimmerman accosted him and a scuffle ensued. Another person called 911 to ask police come and intervene on a scuffle occuring outside her house. The shouts of Trayvon could be heard in the 911 call. Shouts for "Help" and "Help Me," but help never came. Mr. Zimmerman shot and killed Trayvon that night, taking the life of a promising young man. When the police arrived, Mr. Zimmerman said he did it in self-defense and that he was doing his duty as a Neighborhood Watch volunteer
Now, you think that's the end of the story, right? Sadly, this is just the beginning of a great injustice. And I am here to tell you why.
George Zimmerman, a man who once aspired to be a cop, suffered from something called "Hero Syndrome" according to an article. He went to college to study criminal justice. He legally carried a gun and took pride in his self-appointed role as Captain of the Night Patrol at the town house commons where he lived. He would go door-to-door telling the neighbors to watch out for "Young Black Men" and go around at night walking his dog and carrying this gun. In addition, he called 911 50 times within a span of months about suspicious activity, windows open, break-ins, etc.
If you ask me, the "job" had clearly gone to his head and upon seeing a "young black male" walk past his window, his overzealousness overcame him in his quest to be a "Hero." Here was his opportunity to become a hero and it was walking past his front window. Right place, right time for Mr. Zimmerman. Wrong time, wrong place for poor Trayvon.
I am in no way shape or form praising Mr. Zimmerman for his "heroic actions." What I see is not heroic at all. I call it an opportunity for murder. A muder in cold blood all for selfish purposes of wanting to be a "Hero."
George Zimmerman, you are no hero at all! Trayvon Martin's blood is on your hands and it is there still. I hope when you go to bed at night that you see his face and you hear his voice still calling for "help" as you so viciously took his life the night of February 26th. In truth, I do not know how you sleep at night knowing that you killed someone and you're walking around free when you ought to be in a jail cell. You are no hero! You are a murderer! A slime bag! And I hope you get what you deserve: LIFE IN PRISON OR THE DEATH PENALTY!
Please, to those of you who read this, please take your time and sign the petition to help bring this young man's killer to justice. Let's show this MURDERER he is not a HERO.
http://www.change.org/petitions/prosecute-the-killer-of-our-son-17-year-old-trayvon-martin
I know nothing can bring Trayvon Martin back, but let's do something and bring justice for his family. Let's put Mr. Zimmerman in jail where he belongs.
Now, you think that's the end of the story, right? Sadly, this is just the beginning of a great injustice. And I am here to tell you why.
George Zimmerman, a man who once aspired to be a cop, suffered from something called "Hero Syndrome" according to an article. He went to college to study criminal justice. He legally carried a gun and took pride in his self-appointed role as Captain of the Night Patrol at the town house commons where he lived. He would go door-to-door telling the neighbors to watch out for "Young Black Men" and go around at night walking his dog and carrying this gun. In addition, he called 911 50 times within a span of months about suspicious activity, windows open, break-ins, etc.
If you ask me, the "job" had clearly gone to his head and upon seeing a "young black male" walk past his window, his overzealousness overcame him in his quest to be a "Hero." Here was his opportunity to become a hero and it was walking past his front window. Right place, right time for Mr. Zimmerman. Wrong time, wrong place for poor Trayvon.
I am in no way shape or form praising Mr. Zimmerman for his "heroic actions." What I see is not heroic at all. I call it an opportunity for murder. A muder in cold blood all for selfish purposes of wanting to be a "Hero."
George Zimmerman, you are no hero at all! Trayvon Martin's blood is on your hands and it is there still. I hope when you go to bed at night that you see his face and you hear his voice still calling for "help" as you so viciously took his life the night of February 26th. In truth, I do not know how you sleep at night knowing that you killed someone and you're walking around free when you ought to be in a jail cell. You are no hero! You are a murderer! A slime bag! And I hope you get what you deserve: LIFE IN PRISON OR THE DEATH PENALTY!
Please, to those of you who read this, please take your time and sign the petition to help bring this young man's killer to justice. Let's show this MURDERER he is not a HERO.
http://www.change.org/petitions/prosecute-the-killer-of-our-son-17-year-old-trayvon-martin
I know nothing can bring Trayvon Martin back, but let's do something and bring justice for his family. Let's put Mr. Zimmerman in jail where he belongs.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Ode To Le Freak: End Of The Drama (Part 4)
Ahh, LC, you have failed to heed my warning, yet you continue. As if my three posts before did not get through to you, I am now forced...er, wait...voluntarily now posting a fourth!
I was informed by Stee that now that you have been called out, you have now taken your dramatic bullshit and have attempted to get an anonymous celebrity to take your side. Yet, that celebrity has a life of their own and has discontinued to listen to your whining baby bullshit. I do not blame them one bit. In addition, another cannot stand being involved in such drama and has asked that she be left out of it. I understand and sympathize with them. I can't take drama and, as a matter of fact, if there is drama, I am like a match in a hurricane: Out instantaneously!
However, since drama is becoming so frequent in my life now that you have made your unfortunate return, I am now going to put an end to it. So, yet another message to LC:
LC, you are taking things WAYYYYY too personally. Those jokes me and Stee shared at that time were definitely not about you and not aimed towards you in any way whatsoever. If I wanted to say something about you, I would consult with you well in advance before I said ANYTHING! In addition, get over yourself, please?! Stop trying to cover for yourself when you know you are wrong for what you did!
With that said, and with the week I have had, can you please get the fuck off my mind! Please do something productive, find a hobby, anything other than bashing people on Twitter!! With this, I bid thee farewell!
I was informed by Stee that now that you have been called out, you have now taken your dramatic bullshit and have attempted to get an anonymous celebrity to take your side. Yet, that celebrity has a life of their own and has discontinued to listen to your whining baby bullshit. I do not blame them one bit. In addition, another cannot stand being involved in such drama and has asked that she be left out of it. I understand and sympathize with them. I can't take drama and, as a matter of fact, if there is drama, I am like a match in a hurricane: Out instantaneously!
However, since drama is becoming so frequent in my life now that you have made your unfortunate return, I am now going to put an end to it. So, yet another message to LC:
LC, you are taking things WAYYYYY too personally. Those jokes me and Stee shared at that time were definitely not about you and not aimed towards you in any way whatsoever. If I wanted to say something about you, I would consult with you well in advance before I said ANYTHING! In addition, get over yourself, please?! Stop trying to cover for yourself when you know you are wrong for what you did!
With that said, and with the week I have had, can you please get the fuck off my mind! Please do something productive, find a hobby, anything other than bashing people on Twitter!! With this, I bid thee farewell!
Ode To Le Freak: Loshon Hora (Part 3)
So I got word that LC found out about my calling her out and now is trying to cover her ass. Well, I am here to tell you that once you're called out, you have just stepped into quick sand with me. Once you've stepped in, you will sink quickly and won't be able to come up for air.
I have had nothing but grief and migraines with LC over the past couple of years. I want it to end, but it seems that once she has disappeared she comes back with a major vengeance. I am trying to live my life without worry, but it seems that once things are on the up that LC makes an appearance.
Now, to these current events, I must respond by saying the following: Now you know how it feels to be humiliated. You humiliated Stee to the point where she was blocked for no reason other than what was based on your "Loshon Hora." Don't know what "Loshon Hora" means?! It's "bad talk" or gossip. In the community where I work, this is strictly forbidden. "Loshon Hora" hurts not only the person being spoken about, but it hurts the people that care for them as well as others around them. It's like gangrene: It spreads until finally the part of them heavily affected has to be cut away.
If you want to save face, LC, you will stop speaking "Loshon Hora" about someone I consider to be one of the truest friends I have. She knows when to hold them and when to fold them. Knows when to walk away when the dealing's done.
Now, with that said, take yourself off of Twitter and stop poisoning our air with your falsehoods.
I have had nothing but grief and migraines with LC over the past couple of years. I want it to end, but it seems that once she has disappeared she comes back with a major vengeance. I am trying to live my life without worry, but it seems that once things are on the up that LC makes an appearance.
Now, to these current events, I must respond by saying the following: Now you know how it feels to be humiliated. You humiliated Stee to the point where she was blocked for no reason other than what was based on your "Loshon Hora." Don't know what "Loshon Hora" means?! It's "bad talk" or gossip. In the community where I work, this is strictly forbidden. "Loshon Hora" hurts not only the person being spoken about, but it hurts the people that care for them as well as others around them. It's like gangrene: It spreads until finally the part of them heavily affected has to be cut away.
If you want to save face, LC, you will stop speaking "Loshon Hora" about someone I consider to be one of the truest friends I have. She knows when to hold them and when to fold them. Knows when to walk away when the dealing's done.
Now, with that said, take yourself off of Twitter and stop poisoning our air with your falsehoods.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Sitting Shiva
I woke up this morning, despite my fatigue, and did not smell any coffee. However, what I did wake up to was nothing good. Nothing good at all. I woke up to find that my paternal grandfather had passed away. I was devastated and went to work with blood shot eyes and this weight on my shoulders. A weight the size of the Empire State Building. I could not carry on despite the feeling of enduring. I'm only human and I have my limits like everybody else.
Although I am standing on wood, I feel that the wood beneath my feet has begun to degrade. First, my grandfather, then both grandmothers and now my paternal grandfather. Although it's not fair, I feel things happen for a reason. God gives us things and then takes them away for a reason only because he loves us and wants us to learn.
To this, I just want to say, "God, I've learned enough already! You've given me obesity and I've overcome it! You've given me heartache and I've learned to walk away from it! You gave me strength and I am still learning how to wield it. Please give me a break?! But, I know that you mean well. You give me lessons despite the fact that I beg to learn no more. But, to this, you tell me that I still must be given lessons on how to live life."
I have endured so much over the 31 years I have lived on this Earth. I have learned so much and have experienced so many wonderful and terrible things. From each of these things, I am not the least bit sorry for going through. Despite the pain I had to go through, I am grateful for the journey I had to take in order to stand again. In layman's terms, I have ran the full measure, stumbled and gotten back on my feet. I dusted myself off and carried on, still running. For this, God, I thank you.
Sitting Shiva might be considered to be just sitting on a couch without shoes and a tear in your clothes, but it means so much more. When you lose someone you love, you are no longer wealthy. Your Versace shoes mean nothing nor do your Christian Dior silk shirts. When someone you love passes, you lose more than just a piece of yourself. You lose a bit of your spirit as well as your happiness.
My grandparents, both sides, will always be with me despite the fact that they are deceased. I will always keep them with me. Their advice and wisdom will stay with me. Forever.
Although I am standing on wood, I feel that the wood beneath my feet has begun to degrade. First, my grandfather, then both grandmothers and now my paternal grandfather. Although it's not fair, I feel things happen for a reason. God gives us things and then takes them away for a reason only because he loves us and wants us to learn.
To this, I just want to say, "God, I've learned enough already! You've given me obesity and I've overcome it! You've given me heartache and I've learned to walk away from it! You gave me strength and I am still learning how to wield it. Please give me a break?! But, I know that you mean well. You give me lessons despite the fact that I beg to learn no more. But, to this, you tell me that I still must be given lessons on how to live life."
I have endured so much over the 31 years I have lived on this Earth. I have learned so much and have experienced so many wonderful and terrible things. From each of these things, I am not the least bit sorry for going through. Despite the pain I had to go through, I am grateful for the journey I had to take in order to stand again. In layman's terms, I have ran the full measure, stumbled and gotten back on my feet. I dusted myself off and carried on, still running. For this, God, I thank you.
Sitting Shiva might be considered to be just sitting on a couch without shoes and a tear in your clothes, but it means so much more. When you lose someone you love, you are no longer wealthy. Your Versace shoes mean nothing nor do your Christian Dior silk shirts. When someone you love passes, you lose more than just a piece of yourself. You lose a bit of your spirit as well as your happiness.
My grandparents, both sides, will always be with me despite the fact that they are deceased. I will always keep them with me. Their advice and wisdom will stay with me. Forever.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
In Your Dreams: Ode to ZISHES (Parody of Daydream Believer)
This came about after too much Mucinex DM so if you like it, I love you. If you don't, bite me! So here it goes.
**Piano intro to Daydream Believer**
Ohh I could hide 'neath the halls of the blue bird as she sings
The six o'clock alarm would never ring.
But six rings and I rise, wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
I see you walk down the halls and you stank!
Cheer up Sleepy ZISH, Oh What can it mean
To A Daydream believer and A
Whore-cumming ZISH!
You once thought of him as a White knight on his steed!
Now you know how foolish you must be! And that good time starts and
then with a condom twice to spend.
But how much, skanky, do you really have?
Cheer up Sleepy ZISH, Oh What can it mean
To a Daydream Believer and A
Whore-Cumming Zish!
Cheer up Sleepy ZISH, Oh What can it mean
To a Daydream Believer and A
Whore-Cumming Zish!
Cheer up Sleepy ZISH, Oh What can it mean
To a Daydream Believer and A
Whore-Cumming ZISH!
Cheer up Sleepy ZISH, Oh what can it mean
To a Daydream Believer and A
Whore-Cumming Zish!
Sing along, hum it, this is how I feel! BUWAHAHAH! Ode to the Mansfield Skankoids April 2011.
**Piano intro to Daydream Believer**
Ohh I could hide 'neath the halls of the blue bird as she sings
The six o'clock alarm would never ring.
But six rings and I rise, wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
I see you walk down the halls and you stank!
Cheer up Sleepy ZISH, Oh What can it mean
To A Daydream believer and A
Whore-cumming ZISH!
You once thought of him as a White knight on his steed!
Now you know how foolish you must be! And that good time starts and
then with a condom twice to spend.
But how much, skanky, do you really have?
Cheer up Sleepy ZISH, Oh What can it mean
To a Daydream Believer and A
Whore-Cumming Zish!
Cheer up Sleepy ZISH, Oh What can it mean
To a Daydream Believer and A
Whore-Cumming Zish!
Cheer up Sleepy ZISH, Oh What can it mean
To a Daydream Believer and A
Whore-Cumming ZISH!
Cheer up Sleepy ZISH, Oh what can it mean
To a Daydream Believer and A
Whore-Cumming Zish!
Sing along, hum it, this is how I feel! BUWAHAHAH! Ode to the Mansfield Skankoids April 2011.
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