I like a lot of things, I reblog a lot of random stuff. I've been re-blogging a lot of bunnies. Not really sorry for that. I don't tolerate Xander Hate. I have this habit of writing epic fics instead of pretty one shots. Ugh. Um...I think everyone should watch Big Wolf on Campus at least once. o^^o
Just found out my Great Aunt Minnie passed away, I didn’t know her as well as I should have…being around her reminded me too much of my Mommaw Novie and I’m still sore at my Father’s family for reasons…
Anyway, just wanted to share a little bit of her history that was on our local news website because it was interesting and I didn’t know a lot of it.
Minnie Pharris Beasley was small enough to fit in a shoebox when she was born back on February 7th, 1923. She was named after Minnie Embry, the midwife who her parents paid five dollars to deliver her in their log cabin. Life didn’t get much easier, narrowly escaping being shot by her brother playing rabbit huntin’ with a loaded rifle while Minnie and her sisters hopped about. She walked three miles to school in clothes that her mother sewed for her to share with her sisters. Minnie had to hand wash them with water from the spring using the lye soap her mother made from slaughtering one of their hogs. Her parents never had electricity or a car since they had a team of mules and wagon. She never learned to drive either but had a trusty stick horse that would get her where she needed to go when it wasn’t sick, lame, or lost. At age 18 Wade Beasley charmed her into marriage with his love for jokes, riddles, poems, and scripture. He called her his “pretty girl.” And she became a proud patriot who supported America by going without her husband during the war while raising a daughter by herself following the depression. With only a sixth grade education, Minnie could still help her husband calculate the tabs of customers at their country store in Neafus who promised and often forgot to “pay up later.”
Minnie never gave up tending life’s garden while her parents (William Pharris and Bertie Alford Pharris), all thirteen of her siblings, and beloved husband preceded her in death. But after 91 years, she has finally found the best find of a faithful lifetime at the big yard sale in the sky. As of August 26, 2014, Wade’s favorite restaurant (Minnie Pearl’s Kitchen) has reopened in a new location. She’s not baking sugar free desserts any more, not that she ever has, but she doesn’t have to sneak it anymore. Her Rice Krispies treats will be missed by those back home including daughters Layvonne Bratcher (Osco) and Diana Ray (Don) and grandchildren Bruce Bratcher (Angela), Colleen Phelps (Bill), Richie Bratcher, Chad Bratcher, Melissa Wilkinson (Jack), Emmanuel Ray (Crystal), Heath Ray, and great grandchildren Tosha Blacklock (Jordan), Haley Bratcher, Elizabeth Craig (Brent), McKinley Royalty, Mason Royalty, and her little Kaisen Wade Ray.
The phone won’t be ringing at dinner time today with Minnie asking who’s in Jones Funeral Home. She’s taking her turn and would love to visit with her kinfolks on Friday, August 29th from 11 am to 8 pm. The funeral service will be held on Saturday at 11 am at Jones. Don’t forget to sign the register. She gets to see the country one last time with a graveside service at Oak Ridge Baptist Church where she attended most of her life. It’s safe to assume there will be some good gospel singing there, not as great as what she’s tapin’ her toe to now, but it will still be good.
Minnie always loved company. The family invites friends to stop by one last time and take home some of Minnie’s plastic bags, foam cups, and plastic containers that she collected over the years. She didn’t want them to go to waste. Making the most of what you have is what got her through a long and tough yet satisfying life.
but what if a vampire drank the blood of someone who was anemic like would they be seriously grossed out
“what the fuck is this”
“i have anemia”
“can you take something for that you…
I can’t even explain how much I need this
I’ve seen a variation of this where the vampire starts stalking the anemic person and reorganizing their diet and giving them vitamins and supplements and the person is just like “OMG Go away!”
Because my cousin shared 3 rape experiences she had
And on all three occasions
She was wearing sweats and was brutally beaten
So there goes your excuse
That my tight dress was asking for it
It might have escaped your attention,
But I don’t wake up in the mornings,
And put on a skirt thinking,
Will this get me raped?
I don’t put on a tank top hoping,
Maybe this one will.
Because in school, they teach us that our bodies are offensive.
They pull us from classrooms
Demanding if we have longer shorts,
Or even a sweater,
Reminding us that the boys are distracted,
That the boys go wild for a peeking shoulder,
Or the sight of a sun burned thigh,
Because their education is more important than ours.
Because white men in pressed suits,
Expensive watches hanging from their wrists,
Red faces glinting with arrogance,
Have more say over my body than I do.
Because those same men,
Quoting the Bible and fake statistics,
Have never shed blood,
As a twisted sacrifice for being a woman.
Because those same men,
Have never walked the streets,
Fearing for their lives,
Clinging to keys between their fingers like a lifeline
With pepper spray in their bags,
Ready for someone to feel entitled to their body.
Because when a man says no to us,
It is a fault in OUR character.
It is because we are not
Thin, tan, or perky enough for HIM.
Because when WE say no to a man,
Its still a fault in OUR character,
We are the cold, ruthless bitch,
Saying no to the nice guy,
Who offered to buy us a drink,
And Who complimented our hair.
Because a UCSB entitled nine-teen year old boy,
Can record a video
Of his plans to shoot down all the
“Blond bimbos who denied him his right,”
And then do so,
Only to have his actions excused by the media,
Claiming he was depressed,
Instead of admitting that male entitlement is dangerous.
Because I am done being silenced
And I am done being polite.
I am done sitting by
As a country hypocritically cries
Equality and justice
But doesn’t have equal pay
Lets men make decisions for a woman’s body
And blames the victim for the actions of a rapist.
Because our NO won’t be enough one day.
Because I wasn’t asking for it.
Because “Boys Will Be Boys,” is still an excuse
Because “Not All Men Are Like That,” is still a defense.
Because enough blood has been spilled.
Because I am sixteen years old, and I am so afraid, when I shouldn’t have to be.
does anybody else think tired and sleepy mean two totally different things
sleepy is cute and dozing off and happy but tired is 10 cups of coffee and murder
There’s a comic/drawing that illustrates the difference floating around tumblr somewhere.
seeing your NOTP (that you hate) on your dash, but understanding that it’s their opinion and ur not a hater