The Reinvention of the Feared Jamaican Voodoo Posse

Christina, my college roommate, will remember this, no one else probably will, but there needs to be a reinvention of the Feared Jamaican Voodoo Posse. Our mantra was "We are evil, you must die." Some of you will get it, others won't. I'm betting the gun toters and the ones married to rockstars with fears of aliens will. Although, you can't be a member of the Feared Jamaican Voodoo Posse and keep your shit locked in the attic, hooker. What good does that do ya during a home (or alien) invasion?
I agree with Smart Bitch's blog. If we all packed heat, there would be a lot less senseless shootings in the world because people would shoot back. BUT on the other hand, if I carried all the time, I would be liable to just shoot someone in the face when she looked at me stupid and told me my two year old was hurting her ears in the department store, so I don't know if that is such a grand idea. Ya'll know me and my tendency for hissy fits, so I don't know that having a firearm handy is really smart in my situation. I do think it would curb people just out and out being stupid though. Because as it stands, people just have some stupid stuff come out of their face sometimes and if you were able to just pull a handgun on someone every time they said something stupid, I bet there'd be a lot less of that. Not shooting them, just pulling it out, that would be enough to make someone think twice.
OK, I don't know why I am in a particularly violent mood lately. That's a lie, yes I do.
Last night I almost lost my mind on my children. I took all 4 of them to Wal Mart (stupid) and they just kept touching things. We went through a drive through and the three year old always decides that's the opportune time to SCREAM, so I gave up and didn't get to order myself anything, then when we got home, he stole the 10 year old's cinnamon crisp thing so she chases him down to get it back, she gets mad at him, and chunks it on the floor, breaking it into a million tiny pieces. On the floor that I just paid someone $65 to clean my house all day. I came unwound. Why do brilliant children become retarded like that? Is it the fast food? Maybe. Yeah, I know, I may feed my kids crap but they go on cool trips and stay in haunted hotels, so it makes up for it.
Then today I am trying like hell to find some guardianship papers I typed up, can't find them anywhere, so I call the court clerk and ask if I can come get a copy of the file. She says no, only the attorney can. I tell her it's Jennifer's case. She says Jennifer has to come copy them. I tell her I TYPED THEM in the first place, I just don't have them anymore. No. Jesus. Whatever. That has contributed a bit to my violent mood. That kind of crap crawls on me. I cannot come over and get a copy of the papers I myself personally created that I bet my name is even the notary on. RETARDED.
So, Amanda, that is why I did not leave a comment on your blog, I had too much to say.
So who's in for the Feared Jamaican Voodoo Posse? Monty?

I done lost my mind

So there has been this ongoing debate over some things that have been going on in my city as of late and some people just went and done pisseded me off.
I have been very vehemently opposed to this new ordinance that the city council passed - um, without a vote of the people - and some people have been retarded enough to say things like "if you don't like it here, move". OK, fucktard. Then someone made a comment about the bridge being out STILL and some other jackass made a comment like "so, go around" to which someone replied there was a sign placed by the CITY on the alternate route that you could NOT use that street either and they were rightly irritated by this so yet another Bertha Better Than You said "The city cannot do anything you approve of huh????"

RIDICULOUS. YES. SOME OF YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIDIULOUS and I seriously wonder how you make it through a day in Leave it to Beaver Land. I am SO happy that you have no issues whatsoever with this ever so lovely little burg we all call home. I cannot believe that you think it's OK that we have potholes the size of a small village. I cannot believe you think it's OK that our own fire department broke a flippin' bridge. I cannot believe you think it's OK that NOTHING has been done to fix it at all. I cannot believe you think it's OK that there's actually a sign up on Oklahoma that says traffic from Randolph is NOT ALLOWED on Oklahoma - yeah, there really is, so NO YOU CAN'T GO A DIFFERENT WAY. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE????? You say go do something about it. What are we supposed to do? We're apparently not allowed to freakin' VOTE on these things - things are decided FOR us, not BY us. Then when we say we don't like it, we get called complainers. CRIPES.
So tell me please, what shall we DO about the potholes, the bridge, and various other things we are unhappy about? I watch the council meetings. I watch people go up there and talk and I watch the mayor say things like, "Well, I hear what you're saying Mr. So and So and we'll take that under advisement" in their condescending tone. Yeah, people will jump right on that.
We live here because of things we obviously like or even love, but we DO have the right to talk about the things we don't like. If you don't want to hear it, don't listen or don't read it. You have the right to respond, too. But you know what. You DO not have the right to tell us we should move if we don't like it or that we need to shut up about it. You do not have the right to tell us we're wrong because we're voicing our concerns for our community. If you are happy with the fact that your city government is running smack over you, good for you. Sit back and let it happen. But do not tell us we should.
Some of you asshats make me want to shoot myself in the face.

Something wicked this way comes...

Yep - I help put this together and have been a speaker at the last two. We're not quite as weird as trekkies, but it's still a good time. This year we have some great speakers lined up. One of them is Troy Taylor, author of over 40 paranormal books, parahistorian (studies haunted history), and all around great guy. He's very funny, too, so that helps. The other one is still being kept a surprise until we have confirmation, but he will also be exciting.
The City of El Reno and the Cheyenne-Arapaho tribes are getting very involved and are looking to make this a community event. I wish my town wasn't so stuck in the Bible Belt and would wake up and realize that people like scary haunted shit and would pay to see it so we could stuff like this here.
Anyway - tickets will be very affordable and if you are into history at all, you won't want to miss this one.

New Mexico - the Land of Enchantment

So my friend and I took our daughters on a road trip for Spring Break and we decided to go to New Mexico. We stayed at the historic Eklund Hotel & Saloon the first night and then traveled on toward Taos.

Part way there, we came upon an adorable little town called Cimarron and decided to look around. There was a storm coming in and the locals told us we really should just stay there and not try to make it to Taos because the storms in the mountains can be pretty treacherous. We had no idea where we were really and then we saw a sign that said:

Now, the St. James Hotel has quite a haunting history. There are 26 documented deaths at the hotel and it was a wild and rowdy saloon of the true Wild West. We had no idea where this place was and we certainly had no idea we would run across it on our adventure. Both of us being ghost hunters thought it was pretty cool that we found it totally by accident. I was also excited to learn that Wyatt Earp, who my youngest child is named after (that's right, wanna make something of it? Wyatt Earp was a badass and "Doc" is not a good name for a child), stayed there on his way to Tombstone. We checked in and then spent the rest of the day wandering around Cimarron soaking up the Wild West history. We ended up at the Cimarron Cemetery and it was fascinating. It was obviously very old. There were three guys there with all kinds of camera equipment and we figured they were ghost hunters, too, but it turned out they were filming a documentary about the St. James and they were doing a segment on the ghost stories and asked if we'd be interested in making some comments for it, so we said sure. We found the headstone for Davey Crockett's nephew, who was gunned down at the St. James.


That evening, it turned out that our room was directly across from the bar, so we decided to have a few cold beers. While we were in there, we watched the video of the stories about the St. James. And then we met Duane.


Duane was a Cimarron local and he knew all the stories and apparently spent a lot of time in the St. James and had played the cowboy ghost in the video we had watched about the hotel. He was the real deal cowboy that worked on a ranch. He was there with his friend, Gary, and they asked the bartender if they could take us up to the poker room. They said yes, so off we went to the room where many a gun was drawn and even where the hotel was lost in a poker game to a TJ Wright. Wright was shot to death shortly after winning the hotel and he is said to haunt Room 18. It's locked and they won't let anyone in, not even staff. We tried. They won't budge. We did wander up there and knock on the door and just as I knocked, the clock chimed and we went running down the hall like scared little girls. It was quite comical. Anyway - back to the poker room. We went in and sat down and played a few hands of poker until the bartender came up and said it was closing time, so we went on to our room for the night. But not before Duane told us to go check out the hanging tree. He said it wasn't included in any of the historical stuff or the tours or anything and not everyone even knew about it, but that there was a hanging tree with a foundation built around it and steps leading up to it. He said we would have to get permission to get on the land where it grew and he told us where it was located. The next morning, we drove to where he told us and lo and behold, we saw it and there was woman outside that agreed to let us in the fence to get a closer look:

We headed on to Taos. The mountains were glorious and we got stuck in a crazy hail storm and witnessed lots of snow on the top of the mountains at Eagle's Nest. Taos was nice and we went to lots of neat little shops and ate at Michael's Kitchen which makes the biggest cinammon rolls I have ever seen. After a day full of driving in the mountains and shopping, we headed back to Clayton and stayed at the Eklund again and headed back home the next morning. It was a great trip and our kids will remember it forever. We're planning a ghost hunting trip back to the St. James sometime around the end of May.