There once was a handsome Native American man named Christopher William Thomas who met a hot Native American chick named Brenda Dawn Franics.
After 3-years they decided to fly to Las Vegas, Nevada and commit their love into eternity under the lights of downtown Las Vegas.
They were going to do wedding invitations.
They were going to do wedding invitations.
They were going to do wedding invitations.
They were going to do wedding invitations.
Then six months later they did wedding invitations.
Please join them in mind, spirit, or body at the Imperial Palace Sky Chapel in Las Vegas, Nevada on October 31st.
Wear your costume, and be prepared to dutch it up at a trashy buffet following the ceremony.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Joke Wedding Invitation Text
There once was a man named Christopher William Thomas, no, he was not white.
He was Native American.
He moved from Spokane to Seattle to live with his fabulous cousin Casey.
While in Seattle he met Casey's awesome friend Brenda.
He immediately fell for Brenda after about six months.
He agreed they could get married if SHE still liked him after three years.
To his amazement this wonderfuly beautiful smart intelligent woman did.
They are to be married on October 31st in Las Vegas, Nevada, and guess what...they would love it if you were able to attend either in spirit or in real life!
They are going to be married at 6:15 at the Imperial Palace's Sky Chapel.
Please RSVP via Facebook to let either one of them know you are going to attend.
If you to tell Christopher, please remind him to tell the beautiful Brenda.
He was Native American.
He moved from Spokane to Seattle to live with his fabulous cousin Casey.
While in Seattle he met Casey's awesome friend Brenda.
He immediately fell for Brenda after about six months.
He agreed they could get married if SHE still liked him after three years.
To his amazement this wonderfuly beautiful smart intelligent woman did.
They are to be married on October 31st in Las Vegas, Nevada, and guess what...they would love it if you were able to attend either in spirit or in real life!
They are going to be married at 6:15 at the Imperial Palace's Sky Chapel.
Please RSVP via Facebook to let either one of them know you are going to attend.
If you to tell Christopher, please remind him to tell the beautiful Brenda.
I hate subject lines
Christopher William Thomas.
Brenda Dawn Francis.
Mr. & Mrs. Christopher Thomas
Mr. & Mrs. Thomas
Christopher William Thomas
Brenda Francis-Thomas
Halloween
Halloween 2012
Las Vegas
Las Vegas 2012
Christopher and Brenda 2012
Christopher and Brenda Halloween
Christopher and Brenda Halloween 2012
Christopher and Brenda Las Vegas
Christopher and Brenda Las Vegas 2012
Christopher and Brenda Thomas, Halloween, Las Vegas, 2012.
Imperial Palace
Brenda Dawn Francis.
Mr. & Mrs. Christopher Thomas
Mr. & Mrs. Thomas
Christopher William Thomas
Brenda Francis-Thomas
Halloween
Halloween 2012
Las Vegas
Las Vegas 2012
Christopher and Brenda 2012
Christopher and Brenda Halloween
Christopher and Brenda Halloween 2012
Christopher and Brenda Las Vegas
Christopher and Brenda Las Vegas 2012
Christopher and Brenda Thomas, Halloween, Las Vegas, 2012.
Imperial Palace
My Mother's Perfume
My Mothers Perfume
The smell permiates off her beautiful skin,
When I lived away from my mother I would always inhale deeply when I smelled it on someone else.
When my daughter comes home from Grandma's house I can tell when she's received sweet hugs from Grandma,
Then,
When I hug my daughter it is grandmother, granddaughter and mother and daughter love all in one swoop.
Even my dog Tyra gets the grandmotherly love, known as the grandpup. She comes home smelling like Grandma's love.
Clothing, blankets, when she rides in her car, the perfume does not own her, SHE owns the scent of the perfume, unlike a teacher I had.
Forever and ever and ever, the scent will be my Mother's.
The smell permiates off her beautiful skin,
When I lived away from my mother I would always inhale deeply when I smelled it on someone else.
When my daughter comes home from Grandma's house I can tell when she's received sweet hugs from Grandma,
Then,
When I hug my daughter it is grandmother, granddaughter and mother and daughter love all in one swoop.
Even my dog Tyra gets the grandmotherly love, known as the grandpup. She comes home smelling like Grandma's love.
Clothing, blankets, when she rides in her car, the perfume does not own her, SHE owns the scent of the perfume, unlike a teacher I had.
Forever and ever and ever, the scent will be my Mother's.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Resignation Letter
I don't want to be your spokesperson.
I don't want to be careful about what I say.
I want to be free.
I want to spit it.
I want to say bad words without anyone being upset.
I couldn't even write "cuss words" I had to write "bad words"
I want to call people stupid to their faces and for them to just accept what I say as truth.
I want people to just listen to what I say without question, because I am right damn it.
I don't want to be careful about what I say.
I want to be free.
I want to spit it.
I want to say bad words without anyone being upset.
I couldn't even write "cuss words" I had to write "bad words"
I want to call people stupid to their faces and for them to just accept what I say as truth.
I want people to just listen to what I say without question, because I am right damn it.
History
History
Is where I should keep you
But in the depths of my heart you stand
I can't let go.
I can never let go of any of you.
History
Is where you deserve to be
But the love in my heart holds onto you
History
Is because there was no love on your part
But yet my heart will always beat with love
History
You should have never even been history
But my heart was never trained not to love
History
Is where you are
But you will always have an undeserved spot in my heart
Is where I should keep you
But in the depths of my heart you stand
I can't let go.
I can never let go of any of you.
History
Is where you deserve to be
But the love in my heart holds onto you
History
Is because there was no love on your part
But yet my heart will always beat with love
History
You should have never even been history
But my heart was never trained not to love
History
Is where you are
But you will always have an undeserved spot in my heart
Foundation of my Forefathers
This country was built on the foundation of my forefathers
MY forefathers? I think not, but if I stand up too loudly and say this, then I am unAmerican.
Me! UnAmerican!
I am the definition of an American, maybe not since My forefathers are the ones who named it America.
Sometimes I get so confused about what to "label" myeslf as, but they say labels are bad anyway.
This country tis of thee, sweet land of liberty!
As a child I always loved what I was taught.
I was taught that immigrants came to America to live the free life.
I thought about how great it must be to live in America and be free,
Until I learned MANY years later in high school, that things weren't always so peachy for the Native Americans.
To those who truly believe in this great country and love it for all of the things I use to love it for, I love those people,
But for those people who truly know what this country is truly about and choose to ignore and pretend to not know the consequences of what the actions of the United States of America has done to my people...
I hate that.
It's one thing to know and apologize, but it's another thing to know and not acknowledge it.
I would like any city that is celebrating any amount of time to give a shout-out to all of the people they killed, raped, and tried to change to be white in order to make that city what it is today.
Today there are a lot of government-to-government relationships that have been well-built over the years, but I don't think any amount of time should pass where the dominant government stops acknowledging the transgression of their ancestors, because Native Americans carry the inter-generational trauma of their Ancestors.
There is a non-Native elected official whom I love. They truly love the area they are an elected official of. I am a Native of this land, and this elected official makes me excited to be a part of this land, and strive for a better overall community.
From my perspective, this land will always be our, as in Native Americans, land. You may have your business built on our land, I may go into your business and purchase goods. You may have been born here, and be a Native of the community you live in, but please don't forget the true Natives of the land you live on, who host you in their territory.
When you stop to thank your Veterans who made this the land of the free, don't forget to think of all of the Indians that they had to kill, so that you could call this your land.
MY forefathers? I think not, but if I stand up too loudly and say this, then I am unAmerican.
Me! UnAmerican!
I am the definition of an American, maybe not since My forefathers are the ones who named it America.
Sometimes I get so confused about what to "label" myeslf as, but they say labels are bad anyway.
This country tis of thee, sweet land of liberty!
As a child I always loved what I was taught.
I was taught that immigrants came to America to live the free life.
I thought about how great it must be to live in America and be free,
Until I learned MANY years later in high school, that things weren't always so peachy for the Native Americans.
To those who truly believe in this great country and love it for all of the things I use to love it for, I love those people,
But for those people who truly know what this country is truly about and choose to ignore and pretend to not know the consequences of what the actions of the United States of America has done to my people...
I hate that.
It's one thing to know and apologize, but it's another thing to know and not acknowledge it.
I would like any city that is celebrating any amount of time to give a shout-out to all of the people they killed, raped, and tried to change to be white in order to make that city what it is today.
Today there are a lot of government-to-government relationships that have been well-built over the years, but I don't think any amount of time should pass where the dominant government stops acknowledging the transgression of their ancestors, because Native Americans carry the inter-generational trauma of their Ancestors.
There is a non-Native elected official whom I love. They truly love the area they are an elected official of. I am a Native of this land, and this elected official makes me excited to be a part of this land, and strive for a better overall community.
From my perspective, this land will always be our, as in Native Americans, land. You may have your business built on our land, I may go into your business and purchase goods. You may have been born here, and be a Native of the community you live in, but please don't forget the true Natives of the land you live on, who host you in their territory.
When you stop to thank your Veterans who made this the land of the free, don't forget to think of all of the Indians that they had to kill, so that you could call this your land.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Indian in the Classroom
Relatives had their mouths washed out with soap, and were slapped with rulers, and spanked for speaking nəxʷsƛ̕ay̕əmúcən, the Klallam Language.
I walked into the classroom being one of two Native girls in the classroom.
Kids were mean to me, but I didn't know why.
I just thought it was because I was ugly.
There was a boy I had a crush on at least one day a year from Kindergarten all of the way until the twelfth, and it wasn't until I tried to befriend him on Facebook, that I realized he was racist.
His sister had acted out towards one of my friends and stated racist things to her.
I remember asking him one time if he thought I was pretty.
I also remember him telling me that I wasn't that pretty, because of the scabs on my face,
But when those scabs disappeared, he wasn't running to be by my side either.
I was always just good enough to be a "friend."
As a class with only four beautiful Native American females, we didn't have it THAT hard in school.
It is sad, because when I look back on it, I wonder if I was just so use to racism, that I didn't even realize it was happening.
The most blatant form of racism was when we were learning how to do mind maps, and this young man drew an Indian on a rotissary over a camp fire.
I thought it was dumb and was slightly offended, but my classmates were outraged.
When I went home my mom wasn't surprised when she heard what the boys name was.
She told me their family had always been racist.
Wow!
Sad!
There was a Native gentleman who moved to Port Angeles, and started Port Angeles High School after attending a Native school his entire life.
He always pointed out racism to me.
People looking at you funny.
I ignored him and thought he was too sensitive, but in retrospect, I look back and find that I was desensitized by peoples hurtful actions.
That moment in high school was the first time I realized that I was different from other people.
Yeah, I knew I had brown skin, but I didn't realize that some of the rotten things that other students had done to be in the past were because I was Native American.
School wasn't that rough for me.
I was the recipient of racist behaviors,
But when I look at my Ancestors who paved the road before me,
I thank them for making it easier for me.
Grandma's Lap
She runs in the grass, and no matter how short it is, it rubs against her fur and causes condensation, and a slightly wet odor,
She use to be excited to see people, she'd leap onto their laps, but then they'd push her down and say, "Ew, you stink, get away from me!"
This can be trying on a little dog. A lot of people don't understand that dogs have feelings too!
Poor little Tyra.
Her mama would bathe her. Bath? Shower? She knew those words, and they made her put her ears down and look ashamed.
After the wretched bath or shower, her mother would hold her close and tell her that she smells so good. She would believe her mother and after she dried off, and got over the traumatic experience of a bath, she'd get happy.
Happy to see the next person who walked through the door.
Happy to leap into their arms, and be caressed so tight!
Then bam! She goes flying onto the floor with the words, "Ew, you STILL stink."
With her ears down and her eyes low she would walk away with her once cute perky tail between her legs.
Her mother would grab her and hold her close and say, "Oh, you don't stink Ty! They're just kidding!"
But it was too late, Tyra knew they were right.
Until ONE day...
Tyra went to her Grandma's house.
Grandma's smelling isn't so great after she got a cold her smelling never returned back to normal,
And Grandma's voice sounds a lot like Mama's, except for sweeter, and kinder.
Grandma has her favorite purple recliner.
Granda sits on her pretty purple and lavendar fleece blanket,
The sun shines in right there on Grandma's lap.
Grandma has a nice cozy warm fleece robe that she wears, or holds on top of her lap sometimes, and oh laying on it is so warm and cozy!!!
And BEST of all!!!
Grandma let's Tyra jump on her lap and lay there with the sunlight on her back.
Tyra loves going to Grandma's house.
Tyra even runs away from home sometimes, just go to sit on Grandma's lap.
But when Tyra returns from Grandma's house, NOBODY calls her stink, because Grandma not only has a sweet voice, but she also smells sweet too.
Tyra loves Grandma's lap.
Grandma RARELY says, "Ew, Ty you stink!"
Grandma RARELY pushes Ty off of her lap.
Grandma even apologizes for waking Ty up sometimes!
Ty says, "Grandma is sweet, and I'm sweet when I'm with her!"
She use to be excited to see people, she'd leap onto their laps, but then they'd push her down and say, "Ew, you stink, get away from me!"
This can be trying on a little dog. A lot of people don't understand that dogs have feelings too!
Poor little Tyra.
Her mama would bathe her. Bath? Shower? She knew those words, and they made her put her ears down and look ashamed.
After the wretched bath or shower, her mother would hold her close and tell her that she smells so good. She would believe her mother and after she dried off, and got over the traumatic experience of a bath, she'd get happy.
Happy to see the next person who walked through the door.
Happy to leap into their arms, and be caressed so tight!
Then bam! She goes flying onto the floor with the words, "Ew, you STILL stink."
With her ears down and her eyes low she would walk away with her once cute perky tail between her legs.
Her mother would grab her and hold her close and say, "Oh, you don't stink Ty! They're just kidding!"
But it was too late, Tyra knew they were right.
Until ONE day...
Tyra went to her Grandma's house.
Grandma's smelling isn't so great after she got a cold her smelling never returned back to normal,
And Grandma's voice sounds a lot like Mama's, except for sweeter, and kinder.
Grandma has her favorite purple recliner.
Granda sits on her pretty purple and lavendar fleece blanket,
The sun shines in right there on Grandma's lap.
Grandma has a nice cozy warm fleece robe that she wears, or holds on top of her lap sometimes, and oh laying on it is so warm and cozy!!!
And BEST of all!!!
Grandma let's Tyra jump on her lap and lay there with the sunlight on her back.
Tyra loves going to Grandma's house.
Tyra even runs away from home sometimes, just go to sit on Grandma's lap.
But when Tyra returns from Grandma's house, NOBODY calls her stink, because Grandma not only has a sweet voice, but she also smells sweet too.
Tyra loves Grandma's lap.
Grandma RARELY says, "Ew, Ty you stink!"
Grandma RARELY pushes Ty off of her lap.
Grandma even apologizes for waking Ty up sometimes!
Ty says, "Grandma is sweet, and I'm sweet when I'm with her!"
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Drink, Drank, Drunk
So, today I attended my first AA meeting EVER! I have spoken to various alcoholics and the consensus has been that I am NOT an alcoholic by them. I think I am still unsure. I dunno. I couldn't relate to the whole drinking and not being able to stop thing. Sometimes I drink one drink and then I don't want to have an other one. I can drink like two drinks, but the third one, I dunno about that. Then sometimes I party like a Rockstar, but I have to be sure to start with like 3 shots to ensure that I will continue drinking and not take the alcohol as a nightcap.
Anyway, I went to support my man. I almost cried twice. I was so happy that there IS hope for people to stop drinking. I know I have been utterly shocked when certain people stop using. I am like, "Wow! I am so happy!" I would see people who use drugs, and feel like they are undead, like zombies walking around the earth, and I have learned to not take it personally when I see someone who is using, and they dodge me or don't say hi. I understand that it is because they don't know if they can not act drunk or high, and they don't want me to see. I learned this from being out in public drunk in Seattle.
Anywho, there is a community member who passed away. His family members are saying he died from drinking. This REALLY hits home, because I have had someone very close to me that passed away from drinking. The autopsy declared he had NO stomach.
People saying that they are in control of their drinking scares me too, because from what I have learned there are different stages of alcoholism. A couple of them you can control your drinking, but it eventually progresses to uncontrolled drinking. That is why I question whether I am an alcholic or not. I can control my drinking, heck most of the time I don't even want to drink anymore. It is a social thing, and I believe that is stage 1 of alcholism. So, today at the meeting I said, "Hi, my name is Brenda, and I'm here!" I don't know what I am supposed to say.
I have been thinking about not drinking anymore. When I evaluated my drinking today, I think that I drink to please others. People want me to party with them, and so I am like..."Okay..." I was thinking if I changed that how would I change that?
For example...maybe I could go to Seattle and hang out during the day, and then spend the evening with my daughter as well instead of going to Seattle and not bringing her at all. It is very selfish to go to Seattle without her anyway. She has things she wants to do in Seattle, and yet time is never made for that. She wants to go to the zoo, and I have been to Seattle like twice without her and never taken her to the zoo. I want to take her to the EMP.
I just don't see how not drinkig would effect my life in a bad way at all.
I have stomach problems, so what did I do? I googled what alcohol hurts my stomach less? When you google that, you get all of the GOOD advice that says, "Don't drink alcohol!" So, I thought, okay, what would an alcoholic google? I googled, "What booze would hurt my stomach less?" Tada! Milk-based drinks. It helped. I drank, I got buzzed/drunk. Was it awesome? Eh. Was it fun? Eh. Could I have had as much fun if I didn't drink? Sure.
I really think I want to stop drinking. This death has pounded in an idea that I had already thought.
It's funny. I was thinking I mostly drink to please other people. Like people who drink are going to judge me if I quit, and I still want to be a part of the cool crowd.
The end.
Anyway, I went to support my man. I almost cried twice. I was so happy that there IS hope for people to stop drinking. I know I have been utterly shocked when certain people stop using. I am like, "Wow! I am so happy!" I would see people who use drugs, and feel like they are undead, like zombies walking around the earth, and I have learned to not take it personally when I see someone who is using, and they dodge me or don't say hi. I understand that it is because they don't know if they can not act drunk or high, and they don't want me to see. I learned this from being out in public drunk in Seattle.
Anywho, there is a community member who passed away. His family members are saying he died from drinking. This REALLY hits home, because I have had someone very close to me that passed away from drinking. The autopsy declared he had NO stomach.
People saying that they are in control of their drinking scares me too, because from what I have learned there are different stages of alcoholism. A couple of them you can control your drinking, but it eventually progresses to uncontrolled drinking. That is why I question whether I am an alcholic or not. I can control my drinking, heck most of the time I don't even want to drink anymore. It is a social thing, and I believe that is stage 1 of alcholism. So, today at the meeting I said, "Hi, my name is Brenda, and I'm here!" I don't know what I am supposed to say.
I have been thinking about not drinking anymore. When I evaluated my drinking today, I think that I drink to please others. People want me to party with them, and so I am like..."Okay..." I was thinking if I changed that how would I change that?
For example...maybe I could go to Seattle and hang out during the day, and then spend the evening with my daughter as well instead of going to Seattle and not bringing her at all. It is very selfish to go to Seattle without her anyway. She has things she wants to do in Seattle, and yet time is never made for that. She wants to go to the zoo, and I have been to Seattle like twice without her and never taken her to the zoo. I want to take her to the EMP.
I just don't see how not drinkig would effect my life in a bad way at all.
I have stomach problems, so what did I do? I googled what alcohol hurts my stomach less? When you google that, you get all of the GOOD advice that says, "Don't drink alcohol!" So, I thought, okay, what would an alcoholic google? I googled, "What booze would hurt my stomach less?" Tada! Milk-based drinks. It helped. I drank, I got buzzed/drunk. Was it awesome? Eh. Was it fun? Eh. Could I have had as much fun if I didn't drink? Sure.
I really think I want to stop drinking. This death has pounded in an idea that I had already thought.
It's funny. I was thinking I mostly drink to please other people. Like people who drink are going to judge me if I quit, and I still want to be a part of the cool crowd.
The end.
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