Don’t Be a Sore Loser, Be a Humble Winner….and Other Happenings this Week with the Huntress

On November 7th there was a sense of relief, the entire nation seemed to let out a huge sigh of relief when it was announced that Joe Biden would be our next president.  Of course not all are relieved, some are still holding on to the last bastion of hope for their candidate of choice.  But as my son put it on Saturday night, he said “The US just let go of a huge dump that was constipating the nation, there is some relief.”  No, not the nicest of words, but very poignant given the situation.  We all know what the big “Dump” was or is, and now that big dump is holding onto the Presidency with his claws to try and fight what the rest of the country has already shouted loud and clear, and that is he is not fit to be this nations president!

So on Sunday morning, I was at Walmart gathering my weekly supplies, when the guard was holding back a woman (Karen I’m going to say) that refused to wear a mask while entering the store. 
I’m still astonished at this, these idiots that follow the orange idiot that think they don’t need to wear a mask because it’s oppressive or uncomfortable.  Seriously? The bitch probably has never felt oppressed in her entire life.  Okay maybe here in El Paso, where whites are the minority so I guess she might have at least once in her lifetime. 

As I passed I just said “Just wear a mask lady and you’ll get in the store” and she turned around and yelled “Oh you’re probably a Biden supporter bitch.”  My oldest son was with me and he immediately grabbed my arm and tried to walk me in the store.  As he “tried” I broke away from him and went back to the door and yelled “Bet your ass I am you idiot, what is it about your candidate that doesn’t understand the science of a pandemic?! And again YES I’m a supporter of someone who cares about others more than he cares about himself, KAREN!”  She said “This is a hoax, and who is Karen?” and I said “No, what’s a hoax is your president’s leadership, that’s why he’s not president anymore you dumb bitch! The country has spoken and he’s out like yesterday’s garbage!”  She tried to think of something to yell back but the guard had begun to walk her away from the door, as she looked my way and gave me the middle finger, and I responded with the Hispanic version that includes my entire forearm.  My son, who came back to walk me into the store said “Why do you let people like her get to you mom? They’re just not worth it, they’re too dumb to believe anything that isn’t on social media.”  He made a valid point, people who still believe that the election hasn’t been calculated correctly, those who believe this entire pandemic is a hoax, those that believe that all of the news they find is on social media is valid and call everything else fake news are not worth it. 

I read an article somewhere that said that the majority of Trump supporters are middle aged, white, uneducated with an income in the mid $30K.  No, I didn’t make that up, one just has to Google “How Stupid Is Trump Really” and tons of articles come with statistics on his supporters and why they chose him to vote for in 2016.  They believe his false claims of immigrants, Muslims, fake news conspiracies and how he’s smarter than the scientists who first warned him of the COVID virus before it got out of hand.  Let’s face it the idiot can’t even hold a conversation, and apparently one of his college professors claimed him to be one of the dumbest students he’d ever had! Yes, it’s amazing that he got into college, but we all know he didn’t finish.  I’m not saying everyone is smarter if they go to college, I can attest that is not true, I’ve worked with engineers and physicians who couldn’t put together a single declarative sentence with both hands and a flashlight.  It just depends on how one chooses to use their college education.

You know what I think? I think that when and if there is a vaccine for COVID, everyone that is a diehard Trump supporter shouldn’t get it, I mean after all they are so smart that they believe it’s a fucking hoax, they should abstain from getting a hoax vaccine right? Let the fuckers die holding on their political god, who put his interest before those of the American people.  That chooses to use the Presidency as a reality show instead of giving us solid, honest, caring and competent leadership.  Who downplayed the virus as he and his supporters call it a hoax which has killed millions around the world, while he was on Twitter spewing his misogynistic, jealous, self-serving rants, instead of doing his job. 

I’ve always been a proud American, our nation isn’t perfect, but it sure as hell is better than most.  Our nation isn’t always right, but we’ve managed to get over worse disasters than this Trumps presidency, and I use those words loosely.  But one thing is true and that is, we as Americans deserves better than Donald J. Trump as this nation’s leader.  And one thing is for sure, he’s already ruined his so called “legacy.” Many historian’s predict that he will be labeled and go down in history as the worst president the United States has had thus far.  So I was glad to say what I did to that idiot at Walmart on Saturday because……………….I am Generation X, I answer to no one!! 

Okay my son did roll his eyes when I shouted that out at the pharmacy section in the Walmart, like Norma Rae trying to recruit union memberships in a loud factory.  As we drove home the song from Charlie Daniels came on, In America.  It talks about how our country has fought for what we’ve built.  How we as a nation have fought amongst ourselves, but outsiders shouldn’t intervene because as Mr. Daniels said……

And we may have done a little bit of fightin’ amongst ourselves. But you outside people best leave us alone ‘Cause we’ll all stick together, and you can take that to the bank. That’s the cowboys and the hippies and the rebels and the yanks. You just go and lay your hand on a Pittsburgh Steelers’ fan, and I think you’re gonna finally understand.”

I had to get the line about the Steelers in, so sue me.

I was all riled up and felt pretty good about my response to that void of a Trumptard supporter.  Then it happened, I got an email on Sunday night that one of my coworkers tested positive for COVID and that I was ORDERED to self-isolate and go for a COVID test…ugh.

If you all are wondering it was Imposter whose mom tested positive but didn’t tell her, she began to feel sick but thought it was her allergies but tested and came back positive.  We had virtual interviews for Fake April’s position all day Weds and Thurs.  We were more than 6 feet apart and I wear a mask all the time, even at work.  I’ve gotten good at mask makeup, which means I don’t put too much effort from my nose down, since no one really sees my mouth.  So now I’m here, self-isolating until my test tomorrow and then for 48 hrs. until I get my results.  I don’t feel sick, I haven’t lost my sense of taste or smell, I don’t have a fever, chills, body aches or pains.  Okay I have a slight headache from the half a bottle of wine I had last night.  But that’s not COVID related….okay maybe it is since we all know that drinking at home has been at an all-time high since the pandemic hit. 

Fake Carol is a Pig..

So fake Carol is not only a fashion disaster, which I have to look at every single freaking day when she walks by my office. But apparently now, she’s just a pig, why you ask? Let me explain, in the President’s suite there is a private bathroom, and it’s hidden away in the back and it was meant for President Cutie Pie, but he’s humble and generous and he told us that anyone could use that bathroom if we needed to. But I choose not to, and here’s why, Fake Carol is a “swatter” which means she doesn’t sit on the toilet seat like normal people, she hoovers above it. And in turn leaves her “mark” on the seat, which is disgusting in itself. Because that leaves the next person to use the facilities to clean up after Fake Pig Carol and I just ain’t doing that shit (no pun intended.) It’s completely deplorable and I can’t believe she doesn’t clean up after herself!! She’s a goddamned vice president and acts like she’s from El Segundo, here in El Paso it’s a section of town known for it’s poverty and gang related violence.

So I don’t use the private facilities because who knows when Fake Pig Carol will use them and leave splashes of her bathroom use on the toilet seat, ugh this woman is fucking incredible, and not in a good way. She also has the most disgusting hands ever!! She has dry, cracked finger tips, I mean has the woman not heard of hand lotion?!?! and when she uses nail polish she winds up chipping and peeling it away and it too looks disgusting. I have no idea how Imposter puts up with her?

P.S – Update to this post, I’ve gotten test results back and I’m NEGATIVE!! Okay negative in test results, Dave! I know you were going to say I’m just negative period, which sometimes I am but shove it DAVE!

This is the Huntress, stay safe, be kind and WEAR YOUR MASK!!!!


The Things that Bother the Huntress

I know this might sound a bit redundant, because it seems a lot of things that bother me and I tend to rant, talk about them quite a bit.  But there are daily little nuances annoyances that tend to get under my skin because they seem to happen EVERY FREAKING DAY!

Here are a couple…

The passing/fast lane on the interstate is FOR PASSING!!!

Yes, I’ve bitched talked about this one before, but this one rubs me the wrong way every single day I drive onto the interstate so it warrants a second helping.  Why do people insist on holding up traffic because they drive on the passing or fast lane the entire fucking time they are on their commute?  I don’t understand this, just because you’re going the speed limit doesn’t mean you can stay in the fast lane.  It’s called the passing/fast lane for a reason you Prius driving, slow moving “I’m going the speed limit, so I’m not doing anything wrong” self-righteous assholes!!! Get on the far left lane, speed it up, pass the slow moving cars (unless you’re the slow moving little bitch then you should just stay home) then make your way to the middle lane ya PRICKS!!! Don’t hold up ALL of the traffic on the interstate because of your belief that you are going 60 miles an hour, therefor not breaking the law because you’re too stupid to know what to do when you’re driving.  And if you have a goddamned BMW, why wouldn’t you step on the gas and pass all traffic and make your way down I-10 until we no longer see your taillights you bitch?!!?  You know who you are, so move it!!!

Reserved Parking is reserved for a REASON!!!

I pay a little bit more for a reserved parking space here at work, with my new job I thought, why not? This way I didn’t have to look for a parking space when I leave for lunch and come back to park on the far side of the parking lot.  But the last two weeks there has been a white Mazda SUV that’s been parked in MY PARKING SPOT every other day.  There’s even a sign that says “RESERVED PARKING FOR THE HUNTRESS!”  So after calling parking and transportation about a thousand times, and not having any results, even though they are supposed to give out tickets to those that are parked in reserved parking spaces.  At the time I didn’t know if this white SUV asshole has gotten any, but if they have it has not deterred them form parking in MY parking space.  I decided to take things in my own hands and call a tow truck to have that annoying white SUV towed at the owner’s expense.  When the truck got here, the driver called me and I quickly made my way down stairs to let him know which car it was.  Right as that was happening, the owner of said SUV was making her way to her now being towed away car. She began yelling and then she looked at me and said “Did you do this?!” And I said “I sure did” and she began to throw profanities at me and I just looked her and walked up to the sign that said it was a reserved parking space, pointed and told her “Do you see this? This is a reserved parking space that means it’s reserved for one person and one person only, me.  You know why that is? BECAUSE I PAY FOR THIS PARKING SPACE AND NO ONE SHOULD PARK HER BUT ME!!!!”  She looked confused, then said “I didn’t see that it was reserved, to which I added “How can you not see it, it’s right there in huge red letters?”

She began to cry, and then I looked at the tow truck guy and told him to stop.  She told me she was a medical student and was here early every day for her labs.  Well, except for me that is, because I get here just as early as or earlier than she does (about 6:50 or 7am.)  My boss is an early bird and I have to help her catch that worm so to speak. She also mentioned that she thought because she got here early she didn’t think anyone would notice.  Which made me realize that she did indeed know she was parking where she shouldn’t have. I asked her if she’d gotten any tickets, she wiped away her tears and said she had three.  And then, in my head I thought, she must be related to that Prius driving asshole on I-10 that hold up traffic every morning.  She showed them to me, and then I said “Have you paid these?” she nodded no.  I told her that I was going to give her a warning this time, but if I ever saw her car parked in my space again I was going to have it towed for sure at her expense.  I took her tickets with me and told her I’d take care of those, but that she’d better not get anymore or she’d be on her own.  I hate that I have a kind steak in me, it makes the entire Huntress, dark, unforgiving, I’m going to kill you with a spoon, don’t mess with me or my kids, you’ll be sorry you ever crossed my path type of soul hard to hold onto.

Fake Mimi Is a Hoarder and I don’t Like Hoarders….and She’s annoying too

Fake Mini is another Executive Associate that works for our dearly loved Provost.  Dr. Provost is a great guy, an old football player that loves to talk about his alma mater with nostalgia and pride.   He talks about history and books and we have some great conversations.  I’ve actually read a couple of his book recommendations.  But his EA leaves a lot to be desired, she is about 47 years old, married never had kids because she didn’t want any, and that’s her choice which is fine by me.  But she makes her job harder than it has to by doing stupid shit like sending out Doodle polls for my boss’s availability.  I mean send me a goddamned email and I’ll let you know when my boss is available!  You don’t have to get all technical and make your job harder to show off.  Yes, that’s my opinion of what she does, half the time she’s making more work for herself she constantly complains about have so much work she has to stay late or work from home.  So as an EA we have to cover for each other when one of us is out, so the bitch got COVID and I covered for her for two and a half weeks while she was out.  No biggie, her boss is a doll and I love working with Dr. Provost. 

But she began working from home so I began to direct every one back to her letting them I was no longer covering for her.  She then sent me a calendar invite for next week to cover for her while she’s on vacation going to Houston.  I was to say the least, enraged, why? Because she didn’t ask me, and only assumed I do this again when there are two other people that can cover for her instead of me.  Well she came back today and what do I see? She’s colored her hair a teal blue…..that matched her eyeshadow and (gasp) her lipstick.  In my head I’m thinking to myself, how old are you and why do you feel the need to dress like you fucking 15 years old?  She stood in my office jabbering on about her being sick with COVID, how she couldn’t taste…blah, blah, blah.  I couldn’t stop staring at her one dimensional colored head, like teal blue washout.  Seriously why would a grown woman who works in the President’s office of a University think that doing something like that is okay?  When I got hired, along with the operations of the office I had to read and sign, I got handed a dress code, which I also had to read and sign.  But of course no one here really pays attention to if but me.  Supervisor wears printed leggings to work, Imposter Huntress wears colored jeans every day, with blouses she got at a garage sale and Fake Carol dresses like she’s still 30 years old.  But Fake Mimi? Why do you feel the need to color your hair a certain color and then match you freaking eye shadow and lipstick too?!?!  And she rambles on about the same things, how much work she has, why she stays in her office all day long, how much she paid for her new couch (about $6000 if I remember correctly.)  Don’t even get me started on her house, Imposter and I went to take her the laptop she uses for work a little after she got sick and she lives in a very prominent neighborhood, but her house looks like it could come out on the show Hoarders.  She has crap all over the yard, on the porch, in the alley no less.  When I got down to leave her laptop at the door, I glanced into her dining area and there were amazon boxes piled everywhere.  Okay I do too, but they are in the garage where no one can see them and I’m saving them for when I move.  I break them down and put them nice and neat in a pile for when I need them.  She just gets on my nerves period, but I have to work with her so I won’t kill her anytime soon, but at the rate she’s going, that could possibly change before the year ends.

The New Word Press Block Editor

I FUCKING hate this thing…..that’s about it for that subject.

This is the Huntress, stay safe, wear your mask and GO VOTE!!!


The Urge To Write…..Is Gone….For Now

Those words definitely ring true, I haven’t had the urge to write at all.  I don’t know if it’s been because my new job has kept me busy writing for business purposes, which lets face it can get a little dry.  Or because I don’t think I’m a good writer in general.  But the fact that I’ve lacked the interest in writing is scary to me because ever since I was little all I’ve ever wanted to do was write.  My ambition, like all wannabe writers, was to write the great American novel.  Okay that’s a stretch but I do or did want to write my very first book by the time I hit 50, and well that’s in the rearview mirror now.

So at this point I’m not sure what is going on?  I’ve also lost the urge to run, but as much as I’ve fought with myself to just get home and lie on the couch like a slug and eat Rocky Road ice cream right out of the container, I’ve still managed to make myself run my 5K or three miles a day.  I’ve slowed down in my time too, but that’s another story entirely.  The main reason for me pushing myself to run is because, I don’t want to get fat again.  I’m amazed at myself that I’ve actually gotten to where I can run three entire miles without passing out, falling off the treadmill, laying on my bedroom floor covered in sweat my limbs twisted and contorted as I reach for the bag of Oreo’s on my dresser.  Don’t judge, doesn’t everyone keep Oreo’s on their dresser?

When I began my weight loss journey, I weighed 202 pounds and I do not want to get back there again, so that is the motivation, however faded or misguided it may be I refuse to go back to being that heavy.  But I’ve also realized that I’ve come a very long way health wise.  I can now run for three miles straight without stopping, falling, passing out, or looking like Elaine from Seinfeld when she’s dancing (that’s what I look like when I run) and I finish in less than 30 minutes.  Again my motivation for running, as mentioned is to stay healthy.  My lack of motivation for writing is something totally foreign to me.  So I don’t know where this is coming from, or maybe I just really don’t feel like writing anymore or maybe just for the time being. This is my short and not so sweet post for this week.

This is the Huntress, stay safe and wear your mask! COVID is NOT A HOAX!



Yes, that’s exactly how I feel today, I walked in the office (I’m usually one of the first ones here) singing and dancing my way down the hall, in heels no less….why you ask?

Because Fake April gave her TWO WEEKS NOTICE ON FRIDAY AFTERNOON!!! Yes ladies and gents, Fake April got the job with those arrogant asshole zombies at the Dental School.  I am, to say the least ecstatic about this new revelation, we’ve known she wasn’t happy here because she didn’t want to be told what to do.  Yes, seriously she’s that kind of personality, she wants to be a boss, but has no clue about how to actually get to be a boss.  She just thinks it’s telling people what to do and having a big office.  Boy is she in for a rude awakening, one of the Director’s under my boss told me that she applied for a job in his department, he even gave her an interview.  But he and he hiring panel were put off by her answers to their interview questions which consisted of, “Tell us about your work ethic?”

Her answer? “I like to do things my way.”   “Do you consider yourself a team player?” Her answer, “I like to do things my way.”   Well, it’s going to totally come as a shock to her that, her new job isn’t a “boss” job, it’s a coordinator and the dumb bitch left for the same pay and more work.  She didn’t like it here because she was our administrative support, and again she didn’t like people telling her what to do.  I can’t contain my sheer enthusiasm at her getting the fuck out of our office!!  I’m so excited I can’t stand it! 

She’s a toxic person, her attitude (not to mention her sloppy work ethic and dress) make our entire suite look bad. 

Okay enough about this shallow bitch, on to the next monstrous personality in our office, and unfortunately its Impostor’s boss.  She is another VP but, honestly she lacks personality, professionalism and above all sophistication and decorum.  Yes, this is a vice president I’m talking about, I’m going to call her Fake Carol Burnett, because she’s just as loud, just not funny or witty like her.  So Fake Carol is about 63 years old, not very old (yeah the older I get the more I realize that 60s and 70s aren’t old anymore) but she comes in wearing the most hideous outfits.  She dresses like she’s still in her 20’s and not in any way professional for a vice president.  For example, at my age (yikes 51) I don’t wear anything above the knee, and I do mean nothing.  My wardrobe consists of mostly tailored business suits and professional dresses. 

Fake Carol, on the other hand, dresses like she’s going to a night club, and that’s putting it mildly.   For example, today she walked in wearing a mini-dress that when she bent down to pick up a copy that fell at her feet, you could (if you were looking) see her entire hoo-ha.  NO, I’m not exaggerating one bit, yes she has killer legs for her age.  But no you shouldn’t ware something like that to the office.  She also has a penchant for tacky ass jewelry, she matches everything with her clothes which doesn’t necessarily mean you have to.  When you do, one tends to become a color blur, but that’s just me and how I think.  She has more shoes than I do (if you can imagine that) and wears the stripper-platform type to work, another big no-no.  I’m talking the clear platform, six inch heel kind and she has them in all different colors (to match her outfits of course) but those shoes aren’t something one should wear to meetings I think.

She also has the really awful habit of matching the color of her lipstick to her eyeshadow, and that has sometimes has been purple, green or gawd, even orange.  This woman is a fashion disaster, and what makes it even worse is that she has this condescending tone when she talks to you.   This makes me wonder why Fake Carol dresses like she’s still 25 years old and Impostor making no effort to dress up at all.  Yes, as far as Impostor and I are concerned, we’ve come a long way in our working relationship, I still have no clue why she dresses like she’s staying home on a Saturday to paint her kitchen.  Colored jeans, faded may I add, and tops she’s mentioned she’s bought at Saver’s.  Now don’t get me wrong, I shop at Saver’s too, but I’ve bought some real good finds, business suits and designer dresses to be exact.  Not faded blouses that she thinks are a steal that don’t even match her jeans.  Yes, I know some of you might say, well The Huntress is a fashion snob, because she’s criticizing this woman’s wardrobe. 

Yes and no, and he’s why.  First off she’s 63 years old, a Vice President at a medical university AND the head of the Human Resources department.  There is a standard code of dress for university employees, so why doesn’t she adhere to it? Your guess is as good as mine, and you’d think that being that old one would season, mature with age so to speak.  Even I know I can’t pull of a skin tight band aid dress anymore, not even to go out socially, but to wear it in the office?  But then again this particular VP doesn’t understand social cues, or any cues to be honest.  She may have the body of a 29 year old, one can if they’ve never had kids and she hasn’t, but she’s got the equivalent of hammer time on her face.  She’s not anywhere near attractive.  As my former coworker said “She’s a four bagger for sure.”  Most of you will know what that means.  And when asked why she never had kids, she responded with “I didn’t want the responsibility of having to take care of anyone else but myself.”  Yes she actually said that, and talk about selfish, she’s one of the most selfish people I’ve ever met, and this includes my mom people.  She and my boss have had their verbal scuffles and my boss puts her in her place pretty damned quick, and that’s why I love my boss.  She’s a kick ass woman who doesn’t mince words and does her job well.

UPDATE…..As per River at Rivergirl’s request, I have an actual photo of Fake Carol in one of her getups….you’ve been warned…

Well that’s my post for this week, I have so much more but I have to get to work now. This is The Huntress, stay safe and wear your mask!!!


Have You Ever Wondered…..

What real life would be like if we could live it as though in a movie?

This post came about because I’ve had a lot of stuff happen in the last two weeks that got me thinking, why can’t my life be like a movie?  Yes, I know it sounds a bit odd, but I think we’ve all had that feeling, and sometimes we just want to have the day we’ve been having end, by having credits roll at the end and maybe a post credit scene like in Deadpool, where Ryan Reynolds mimics Ferris Buller at the end of that movie.  Okay yes is sounds confusing but my nerves (not to mention my patience) are coming to a car crash, flying through the air in slow motion, shooting paint ball at my enemies, while looking devastatingly on point movie scene end……see what I did there?

So, pan back to my life two weeks ago before the clusterfuck of issues came about in helping this homeless mom and son started.  I’m sitting in my office, happy as a motherfucking clam (how can you tell when a clam is happy by the way?  Like do they laugh out loud or what the fuck?) and then I got the message from my son asking if I had any blankets to donate to this family.  I’ll leave it at that because I’m so done with this situation and my son’s now ex-girlfriend.  Then as I began to focus solely on my job again, I get hit with some asshole physician and a department administrator that are terrorizing their department.

My boss is now in charge of HR and she’s been in charge of clinical administration, so the complaints have come through to her.  I’ve worked in this department previously, so I know what a total hell hole that bunch of pit vipers are like.  I count my lucky stars that I got out there and into the research side when I did.  I have no doubt I’d be one of the ones complaining as well.

As I began to reflect on my life this year (which has been a complete shit-show, just like the current Baboon in the White House’s Presidency) I couldn’t help but wonder, what if we could decide to have our bad and good days, weeks, years end or begin like a movie?

You know have that good days end with wind blowing through our hair, walking in slow motion as we high fived everyone walking past us and getting into our cars and driving away blasting our favorite song on the radio?  Or if our emotional state would be introduced to those around us by the soundtrack of our mood? For example, Fake April has been, thus far acted just okay and that’s because we all found out that she’d applied for and I believe have gotten a job with the new dental school here.  A little background on the “dental school”, they are fairly new and honestly a bunch of fucking asshole morons who walk around like they own the damned place and yet, they have no actual student’s enrolled.  Yeah, I don’t know how we can have a dental school with no students, go figure?

Anyway, Fake April applied for a coordinator position with the zombies from the dental school, and I call them zombies because the dean and the associate dean are like 105 years old.  They are arrogant as are the people they hired to work for them.  They, along with their “staff” make the dental school a total of six people…..six arrogant, self-entitled, ignorant of how things run, always asking for help, can’t do shit on their own, useless…..….people.

They use to be in our floor, in our actual suite but they recently moved into the new building which they narcissistically call the “Dental building” not realizing it’s not.  They haven’t brought in any actual revenue in order for them to lay claim to anything on campus, but that’s how narcissistic they are.   The building is actually called the research and sciences building and our office will be moving in there as well.  But, the President’s suite will be on the 5th floor and the Dental Zombies will be on the 2nd, which is still not far enough for me.

But I digress so Fake April is pretty sure she’s got the job, and I’m hoping she does because that would make all of us ecstatic! But last week she pissed me off, and when that happened I could hear and feel my anger soundtrack start up…….for all of those wondering, it’s Metallica’s Enter Sandman…..

As I went down the hall from my office to the front desk, the guitar strings began as my slow motion walk started…then the percussion……..followed by the electric guitar….then…..BOOM the lyrics start….

Blah, blah, blah……..”Somethings wrong, shut the light, heavy thoughts tonight and they aren’t of snow white”…..you little conniving bitch!

I had asked her to order a new battery for the almost new laptop in the conference room because the dental zombies fucked it up by not using it the way they should have.  The President had a Webex meeting he needed to attend and the laptop didn’t work, he was not happy.  So I asked her to order a replacement battery after the IT guys gave us a quote.  But she didn’t and the president had another online meeting and the fucking thing didn’t work again!  I called her up front and asked her why she hadn’t (at this point it had been three weeks) and her response? “Oh…I forgot”…..she forgot, the little bitch fucking forgot!!

Hence my slow motion, angry as fuck, Metallica soundtrack playing in the background (okay only in my head) while I walked up to the reception area and tore her a new one.  If the president gets angry because the laptop that supposed to be at his disposal for his online meetings doesn’t work, the little bitch should have ordered it!!

We’ve all had those moments of anger or happiness that warrant a soundtrack or movie credits.  Imagine having credits after a successful meeting that you presented in and totally hit it out of the park, mine would be something like this…….

Kick Ass Presentation

Writer……………………………….The Huntress

Producer……………………………..The Huntress

Executive Producer………………………………The Hunterss

Director of Badassedness…………………………The Huntresss

Music……………………………………Charlie Bruiser O’Houlihan

Director of Photography……………………….The Huntress

Editor………………………………………….The Huntress

Production Designer…………………….Charlie Bruiser O’Houlihan

Lead Editor……………………………………..The Huntress


Kick Ass Executive Associate…………………………………The Huntress

The President……………………………….President Cutie Pie

Vice President of Awesome……………………………………….Muh Boss

Co-worker…………………………………………………….Imposter Huntress

Co-worker #2……………………………………………………….Supervisor

Annoying Fake Laugh VP……………….Imposter Huntress’ Boss


Our Departmental IT guys for their support and help at not fucking up the audio for this production.

A very SPECIAL thanks to the Zombie Dental School for moving out so we didn’t have to share our donuts and coffee…….you zombie bastards.

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This is The Hunteress…….Stay safe and wear your mask!


Good Intentions…..WTF?!?

This isn’t so much a post, it’s more of a rant of rage because it’s something that should have turned out well, but didn’t.  What is that saying? The road to hell is paved with good intentions, welcome to hell and the good intentions that got me here….

Two weeks ago my son, the one that works at the same university that I work for, sent me a text asking if I had any blankets I could donate.  I asked donate blankets for what? I thought to myself that he was probably asking for donations for his “church.”  I say it that way because, as I’ve mentioned before he is “converting” to being a Jehovah’s Witness because of his girlfriend, in order for them to marry.

I told him I had two or three old blankets, but still usable he could have.  He said he’d drop by the house after work to pick them up.  I asked him again why he needed them, then he proceeded to tell me about a homeless mom and son who were living out of their small broken down car.  His girlfriend had come across them at the shopping center where the salon she works at is located.  And that my son and Mel (Melissa, not her real name) were checking on them periodically, taking them food, water and such.  He told me that Rose (the mom, not her real name) had asked Mel if she had any blankets because it had gotten cold the night before.

Well, this was enough for me to begin to think about how I could help these people.  From what my son told me, they were a mom and son who had become homeless due to the COVID situation.  She and her 21 year old son had been living in their car for roughly three and a half months.  I was sitting at work, crying in my office because the thought of this mother and her son living out of their car was just too much for me NOT to try and do something to help.

That day after work, I got home changed and instead of running I went to Walmart and bought two cases of water and non-perishable snacks/food.  I also stopped by the local Savers thrift shop and bought two more, thicker blankets and socks for the mom.  I went by the parking lot where my son had told me they were located.  I got there and I met Rose, she was in her car with her little dog.  I introduced myself to her and she got out, and when she saw what I had taken her she began to cry.  So then I began to cry, and soon both of us were crying. 

I asked her if there was anything she needed, she said not at the moment.  Then I had to ask how she got to be homeless.  She told me that she had followed her boyfriend here from Long Beach six years ago, and brought her two kids with her.  She mentioned she was from El Paso but had lived in California all her life, and when her ex told her he was moving here for work, she followed. 

Then she said their relationship was a rocky one, and that when the pandemic hit and they were together in such close proximity, it turned violent.  He kicked her and her kids out of the house they shared, since he was the one that worked and her and her kids had been living out of their small 2001 Chevy Cavalier since then.  She told me her son had just recently gotten a job at IHOP, and that’s where he was.  I asked about her other child, and she told me that her daughter (19) had left because they argued about Rose being the reason they got kicked out of their home. 

The IHOP where he works is about two miles from where their car is.  So what did we do? All of us, me, Mel and my oldest bought him a mountain bike for him to get to and from work faster.  I also bought him a backpack and the chain and lock for his bike to not get stolen.  Snacks to keep in his backpack and lights/reflectors for his bike.  My brother came by to change out the tires, put in non-flat inner tubes, clean and tune up the bike so we could take it to Daniel (not his real name.) 

Seriously I was emotionally torn….fast forward two weeks later.  My son’s girlfriend Mel had been trying to figure out how to get them a place to live.  When I told her I’d try to help she was all for it, I went to work the next day tired, my face swollen from crying the night before, and my mind focused on getting these mom and son off the street.  I told Imposter Huntress about this, and she came on board with her twin sister (yes, can you believe that? Imposter has a twin!) with money and more bottled water, clothes for Rose and her son.  Then it got bigger, Imposter and I were having lunch the next day and my boss joined us in the conference room.  She asked what we were talking about, because we had mentioned contacting the Housing Authority about emergency housing.  We both were furiously taking notes, eating our lunch and forging a plan to help these two homeless people.

After we explained what we were doing, my boss asked what she could do to help.  I told her I’d let her know as we were trying to find somewhere for them to stay.  My boss said to me she’d happily donate $2500 to go towards their rent.  Both of us were in shock and grateful at her generosity.  Now I know that $2500 doesn’t seem like a lot of money.  But in El Paso that is, depending on where you can find it, cheap rent for at least six months.

So, I called and told Mel, she seemed…..sedated about the entire thing, seriously that was her reaction.  I thought for sure she’s be excited about this.  During this time I’d go by and check up on Rose and her son Daniel to make sure they were alright, taking them food and water.  During this time their non-working car was in the parking lot of a Walgreens, adjacent to where Mel worked. Rose had told both myself and Mel that the manager of the Walgreens had harassed them, telling them they were drunks and drug addicts.  I was to say the least, pissed off!

She said he had called the cops on them and she had spent two nights in jail because of him.  So Mel had asked her boss if they could park their car in back of the salon.  She agreed, now mind you this woman owns the salon, I’ve met her and she’s a mean Koran lady.  So her agreeing to this was to say the least surprising.

So that night me, my boys, Mel’s dad and brother and some high school kids that saw us pushing the car helped us take the car to the back of the building where the salon is located.  Mel thought (stupidly) that they’d be safe there.  My first thought was, the mean Korean lady rents a space in this building she doesn’t own the actual building.  I mentioned this to Mel and she told me (in a very bossy and authoritative voice) that they’d be okay.  Now, y’all know I don’t take kindly to shit like that since I’m trying to help, and because I’m a critical thinker and contemplate all of the possibilities of what can and can’t go wrong. 

But, I didn’t say anything and my youngest was mad at Mel for talking to me like that.  I told him to let it go and that it wasn’t about Mel, it was about Rose and Daniel and getting them to a safe place.   I and Imposter were furiously contacting charities and churches to see if we could get help for them.  Any help, temporary housing, medical attention etc.  Mel, couldn’t do this, okay she could because the bitch doesn’t go into work until 11am when the salon opens.  And yes I called my son’s girlfriend a bitch and I’ll explain why later.

During all this time several other people had gone by to visit Rose and her son, they got donated a folding tent, you know the kind one uses at tailgates or for temporary use.  Which helped them with the heat, they also got some sports chairs, a cooler, a small table, two sleeping bags and about $150 dollars for their use.  As mentioned, I’d go by to check up on them and to give them updates on what I, Impostor and Mel were trying to accomplish.  Rose and her son were grateful……at first.

Yes, you heard right, you see I had talked to Rose that even though we were trying to help them, they also needed to put in their part.  I told her after she was found somewhere to live, she needed to apply for housing, food stamps, Medicaid, and see if she might qualify for disability.  She had mentioned she had a bad back, and couldn’t do a lot of physical work.  She “said” she’d tried to look for work but when potential employers found she couldn’t lift or stand for too long, they would tell her they’d let her know and she’d never hear from them again.  Now, this for me is a red flag, but that’s just how I think, but I could be wrong.

Because of this, Mel found out I had asked Rose about this and she got mad.  Telling me it was none of my business if she was hurt or not.  Now this started a snowball of emotions for me because I had liked Mel before this.  But now, she was just being a fucking bitch and hoped to God my son wouldn’t marry her.  Okay I’m getting off track here, so with this Mel talked to the Mean Korean, and got Rose a part time job at the salon.  Cleaning, answering phones and re-stocking the techs stations, which I was grateful for.  Now, many people could look at Rose and Daniel and think, at first glance, that because of the extensive tattoos and chopped thug language they are just that, thugs. 

But to me, she’s a mom who needs a home for her and her son.  I didn’t see that image…..right away at least.  Yes I know how that sounds, but I’ll continue.  During this time, Mel was telling my son that I was interfering and moving too fast, that I had to let Rose and Daniel adjust to everything I was doing.  I thought to myself, is she fucking kidding me? She wants them to adjust to them being homeless?!?!  My son told me this and I was furious, but I told him that this wasn’t about Mel, this was about Rose and Daniel and how they needed a huge push at a fresh start at getting back on their feet.  My son agreed and he told me he’d talk to Mel.

Meanwhile Imposter and I were getting nowhere with any of the charities we’d been emailing and calling on a daily/hourly basis.  My oldest son told me I should seriously consider contacting my ex-husbands wife, you know the one that also works for the university I work for.  This is because her sister has a charity/ministry that helps a lot of the community here and in Juarez with food distribution, clothes, counseling etc.  I didn’t want to, but when Imposter and I had found ourselves at a loss, I gave in.  After all this wasn’t about me, it was about helping Rose and Daniel get out of living in their car and into a house or apartment somewhere. 

I called her (reluctantly) and told her what was going on, in turn she called her sister and BAM! In literally half a day, her sister had found them an apartment, furniture, clothes AND the ministry was going to stock their fridge with food for them.  I was speechless and y’all know that shit doesn’t happen to me often, right? Okay hold all your snarky comments….you know who you are.

All the ministry needed was two or three check stubs from Daniel, as he’s the one with the job, and their full names and an active email address.  I was going to give them mine but I found out that despite being homeless they actually had email addresses and broken down cell phones that worked off of Wi-Fi.

Fast forward to Tuesday afternoon, after I found out that someone was willing to move fast and help these people, I went by to go and collect the information from them so I could email it to my ex-husbands wife, so she in turn could send it to the apartment complex they were working with.

I got there and Rose and Daniel were arguing, and they argue a lot.  The bike we bought Daniel was on the ground, just lying there as it had been thrown down.  I had told him to please make sure he took care of it and lock it up to the metal door near the rock wall.  It’s understandable that they are arguing they are both in each other’s face all the time, their homeless situation, not having enough money to put down a deposit for a place etc.  But I (and Mel) had told them they needed to keep a low profile until they got a place so they wouldn’t get thrown out of the parking lot.  Although Mel kept telling me this wouldn’t happen because he boss said it was alright.

I got there and had to calm them both down, and let them know the good news. Rose was excited, and Daniel? Not so much, after all he’s a 21 year old kid and even though he’s homeless, he still has a lot of maturing to do.  Rose kept telling him to get his check stubs together, all the while he’s on his phone ignoring her.  She finally yells at him and he yells back and meanwhile I’m questioning why I’m helping these people…yes I was.

So he gets up all pissed off, looking through a pile of clothes, rifling through them to see if he can “find” the three check stubs I need.  Rose yells at him again, telling him why he doesn’t use the envelope she gave him a month ago to safely keep them in.  Of course, he yells back and I’m standing wanting to get the fuck out of there.

After 15 minutes he only finds one, I tell him I need three because that’s what the lady at the ministry said the apartment complex needed.  He says he can go to work and get copies of them, so I tell him when he does to take picture of them and send them to my private email.  I get all the other info from them and leave.  All the while I can hear them yelling at each other, the loud raspy voice of Rose resonating off the rock-wall that surrounds the back of the building.  I’m mentally and physically exhausted by this point.  Mel calls me shortly after, and I tell her that the charity had found them an apartment, she said that she’s happy and tells me that Rose and Daniel have been fighting all day.  I told her I was there with them and I had to stop them from yelling at each other….again. 

I had given Rose my cell phone number to text me when she had her sons check stubs so that I could check my private email since I’m at work and have to do my actual job so that I don’t become homeless myself.  So, yesterday around 9am I get a text from Rose, telling me that someone went by claiming to be a building inspector and told them they had to leave, that it was private property and they couldn’t live there.  She said that she didn’t have Mel’s number (even though Mel had given it to her numerous times), so I text back that I’d contact Mel to tell her what was going on.  I did, Mel called me all mad and panicked saying that whoever went by can’t do that, they she’s not going to move them, blah, blah, blah.

I let her rant go on until she asked me if I was still on the line, I mentioned to her that actually they can do that since the building doesn’t belong to the Mean Korean, and that someone probably reported them for being loud and obnoxious.  And that both of us had told them to keep themselves quiet and not draw any attention until the charity could secure them a place to stay.  Mel was not happy….why?  Because I had told her the truth about parking the car behind the salon, and that Rose and Daniel weren’t doing what they needed to in order to help themselves.  Like getting me his check stubs the afternoon before instead of arguing with each other. 

She didn’t say much, but to tell me she had to go and hung up. During the course of the morning, she texted me 32 times, asking if the charity could get them into the apartment sooner than October 1st (that was the time the apartment complex told the charity they could get Rose and Daniel in) and I told her that at the time, I still didn’t have his check stubs, so until them sent them the apartment complex couldn’t send them the application. The application is something they need to do themselves because they need their social security numbers and other personal information. She also proceeded to tell my son that I was being unhelpful, that I wasn’t giving her all the information. He told me he was on the phone with Mel and that she had said she didn’t even know who this charity was, and in the background Rose had yelled that she didn’t know either, that it could be a scam. Mel had said that it all seemed very shady to her and she didn’t even know if there was a “real” charity to begin with. I sent my son the charity/ministry website and he sent it to her, then she said (stupidly may I add) “This isn’t even a charity, it’s a ministry!” So, now I know that she’s definitely NOT the sharpest tool in the shed if she doesn’t know that non-profit ministries are charities, an actual 501c3 may I add.

The Huntress was FURIOUS, first because my poor son is caught in the middle, and second because this snotty little bitch is accusing me of lying to her!!!  I told my son I was done, that I was going to give the charity Rose’s and Mel’s number and they could contact them directly.  I actually contemplated asking them (the charity) to return the $2500 check my boss so graciously donated and let Mel figure out how they are going to pay for 4 or 6 months’ worth of rent! 

My youngest, who lives with my middle son (whose Mel’s boyfriend, keep up with me here) told me that he argued with Mel yesterday when she went by to tell my son that I was being a bitch.  My youngest said that he told her that if she went by to bash his mom, she needed to get her fat ass out of their house, and not to come back unless she apologized.

He told me Mel left, but during the time it took her to get home, she had broken up with my son and blamed me because I didn’t move fast enough to help Rose and Daniel.  I was fucking furious, first of all because at first she accused me of moving too fast, that they had to get use to the help.  Then I’m not moving fast enough for the fat ass control freak because someone reported them due to being loud enough to hear a block away, and were being thrown out of the back of the building!!!

I’m done, I no longer wish to be involved in helping this woman and her son, because not once have I seen them put in any effort into helping themselves.  Yes, I do know how that sounds, but let me tell you if I were in that situation, I’d be getting all the information the people trying to help me they needed asap.  AND if I was told not to call attention to myself in order to be able to stay where I was temporarily staying, I’D FUCKING DO IT!!

My oldest told me that I need to let Mel take it from here with the help of the charity, and wait for them to use the money for the rent and leave it at that.  He made me see that even though I had the resources to help these people faster than Mel could have, Rose, Daniel and Mel wouldn’t be grateful for it, and would never be.  I always though my oldest to be somewhat hard-hearted, but that’s because he’s been through some shit, but he made sense in this case.  He’s a real softy when it comes to me and his brothers though, and he doesn’t yet know that Mel broke up with his brother.   I’m sure when he finds out, he’ll be furious at her, supportive of his brother and telling me “I told you so.”

The Huntress915 on the Highway to Hell….


The Archangel Murders

(draft) Chapter 1

The crisp morning air cut through the dawn, it was still too early for the sun to shine on the grizzly scene that had been discovered only hours before.  Yellow and red police tape was stroon about the parking lot, flashing red and blue lights made their mark on the building’s east side wall, like a shadow figure skipping through the foreboding dark red brick. 

Voices were muffled, I could hear the jingle of keys, the articulation of proper police jargon over the transmission airwaves coming from their cruisers.  There was red-brownish spots on the dirty asphalt of the parking lot, I could see my breath as I exhaled.  Then the white van with the cross painted on the side was let into the parking lot by the uniformed police officers guarding the entrance to the university’s campus.  I had to look away, I was cold but yet couldn’t process the chill of the dawn….I was still in shock.

A tall, gray haired man walked towards me, he was about six foot four and walked confidently, dressed as if it was just another day at the office.  Crisp dark blue slacks, a white, pressed shirt, red tie and a dark blue blazer.  His badge hung around his neck on an inconspicuous chain, and swung back and forth as he made his way to where I was.

As he got closer he stopped and talked to two of the plain clothes detectives and one uniformed policeman.  They nodded, all looked towards me, then he began the ten foot walk towards me.  I stood underneath one of the small oak trees, it was fairly new as they had been planted when they were saplings when the campus first opened ten years ago.  Oak trees are not native to this part of Texas, but yet neither was I.  I looked down as I felt the warm tears fall down my cheeks.  As he got closer he talked to one of the police officers, the officer nodded and then opened the trunk of his cruiser pulling out one of those thermal, silver emergency blankets and handed it to him.

He came near me, slowly with caution almost if approaching a wild animal, careful of how I might react.  As he got closer his deep voice pierced the morning frost, “Hello, ma’am, my name is detective Richard Logan” as he unfolded the emergency blanket and put it around my shoulders.  That’s when I realized I was shaking, I felt the warmth of his hands as he pulled the front of the blanket around my neck.

“I’d like to ask you some questions Ms………” he stopped short as he didn’t know who he was talking to.  “Ms. Nevarez” I said softly.  “Ms. Nevarez, please come with me” he said as he guided me towards a big black Ford F150, it must have been new because as I glanced towards the front of the truck it still had paper license plates.  It was immaculately clean for this time of year, not quite cold but the rain had been hitting the city for the last week, only giving a couple of days of sunshine. He still had one had on my shoulder, he told one of the other detectives “I’m going to talk to Ms. Nevarez, call me if you need anything.”

He took out his keys from his jacket pocket, I heard the unlocking mechanism of this behemoth of a truck, and he reached out to open the door for me.  “Please…..get in, it’s much warmer inside” he said as I turned up to look at him.  His ice blue eyes staring down at me, wrinkles of experience and age framed them.

I nodded and he helped me up into the truck that was about almost two feet off the ground.  As I climbed in, he closed the door, it was warmer in there and it still had that new car smell.  As he walked around the front of the truck I looked towards the back seat of his crew cab, I noticed clothes and a black duffle bag.  Inside there was an electric razor, some cologne, toothbrush and other toiletries.  He opened the door to the driver’s side and he seemed to get into his truck without any problem.  He was tall so he didn’t have to climb onto the step rails like I did.  He took his keys and started the truck and as it roared to life he turned on the heater.  As he looked over towards me another officer walked up with two cups of coffee.  Detective Logan rolled the window down, said thank you and closed it back up.

He said softly “It’s colder than usual for this time of year.” I nodded in agreement as he handed me a hot cup of coffee.  He asked if I wanted cream or sugar, I nodded no. He took his cup, opened the lid and took a sip.

He cleared his throat and then began to speak….”Ms. Nevarez, you do know you’re not under arrest here.  So, if you could please tell me exactly what happened last night.”

As I looked down at the hot cup of liquid I was holding with both my hands, I thought about how I was going to explain the blood that covered them, the copper smell of human blood that stained my hands, forearms and clothes.  I looked up and I could see the medical examiner’s office personnel put what use to be a human being into a black body bag and then onto a stretcher.  “What do you want me to say Detective Logan?” I asked softly as I kept looking forward, the steam from the coffee warming my hands and face.

He sighed, put one hand on the steering wheel and said “Tell me about him…………and why you thought he had to die?”

©The Huntress


My Cat’s Attitude….and Other Happenings Around My World.

Charlie: Hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm-hmmm……

Me: Why are you humming that tune….again?

Charlie: Meow know this, Beastie Boys, Sure Shot….it helps my concentration with catching the feathered flying creatures that want to kill me.

Me: They don’t want to kill you….okay only Ralph’s family wants to kill you but they can’t.  Because your too big for them to kill.

Charlie: *sings out loud* “Meow you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop.  Meow you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop, well meow you can’t, you won’t and you don’t stop…..Charlie Bruiser…coming to rock the sure shot

Me: Alright already with that song, it’s burned into my head.

Charlie: Meow hush human, your ruining my mood.  I have to get ready to go out and declare war on all of the feathered flying creatures.

Me: All of the birds Charlie? But why?

Charlie holds up his front leg and gives me the paw, all the while he’s texting.  Seriously I know cats have attitude and he’s not even my cat!

Stupid things people say

Last year in August, El Paso suffered a mass shooting, and it was devastating to our community.  Although El Paso isn’t considered a big city, it still hit home for many of us.  So this year in August the university, on the one year anniversary of this tragedy, we had a small ceremony at the university where I work to commemorate.  We were all asked to wear our El Paso Strong shirts that day, and to leave our offices and join everyone (in social distancing mode of course) on the lawn for three minutes of silence.  As we were all walking out in our masks, Fake April said something that completely infuriated me…..

The Provost: Is everyone ready?

My Coworker: We’re waiting on two people.

The President: Okay is everyone here?

Fake April: *begrudgingly gets up to go* Oh man, I didn’t wear my El Paso Strong shirt….what’s the point of going down?

Me: *angry as fuck*…..the point is to remember those that died in the shooting you empty headed waste of space!!!

My boss: *grabs me by the arm, walks me back down the hall* Okay I think we need to calm down here….

Me: I’m sorry but seriously, that airhead NEVER thinks before she speaks!  This, today isn’t about a goddamned t-shirt!!

My boss: I know it makes you angry, and we all know she’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, that is obvious by how she acts every single day.

Supervisor: Hey, I’ve talked to Fake April, she’s not going down with us.  Are you okay? I’ve told her to stay up here and answer the phones.

Me: Yes, I just hate stupidity, ignorance and sheer insensitivity of that magnitude….

As I walked past Fake April’s reception desk, she didn’t look at me, she just look at her computer screen.  I guess the truth hurt, when I called her an empty headed waste of space.  The small ceremony went off without a hitch, it was sad and many of us cried over remembering what happened one year ago that day.

More stupid things people say….

Over the weekend, I was watching a documentary on the great cathedrals of the world, and although the Sistine Chapel isn’t a cathedral, I did remember something about my ex-husband.  The mofo would call it the “Sixteenth” chapel.  Yes that drove me crazy, it was like grammatical nails on a chalkboard.  He also use to say that our Pontiac Grand Prix was a “Grand Pricks.”  Yeah, the only grand prick was him….

I haven’t heard from my friend Veronica, I wonder if that’s a good thing?  But that’s because I was always the one that sent her good morning messages.  Sometimes she’d answer, but most of the time she wouldn’t.  That is, until she needed something from me, so I stopped texting her.  It’s been two weeks.  This is my short and sweet post.

P.s….have I mentioned how much I hate this block editor in WP? No? Okay so now you know.

Stay safe everyone, and WEAR YOUR MASK!! This the Huntress, over and out!


Is It Me, Seriously What the Fuck?

My adventures with my new job, apparently are just beginning.  But that’s okay, I have a great boss as well as great mentor that works under my boss and is a kick ass woman who is willing to help me learn everything I need to in order to do my job.   But, that’s another story entirely.  So some of you are asking yourselves, “What’s up with the Blog Title?” First let me say….I FUCKING HATE THIS BLOCK EDITOR THAT WORDPRESS DECIDED TO SHOVE IN OUR FACES!!!!!!

Yes, there is a reason behind this title, but only because I got to thinking about the kind of people I attract as friends that made me wonder if it’s me, or them. 

Back in July of last year I wrote a post about a dear friend of mine, who I’ve found isn’t the brightest bulb in the pack.  But since then I’ve come to notice that, it’s just not the fact that she’s fucking needy as hell, but she’s goddamned lazy too….ugh! Below is the post I wrote about her being gaslit, gaslighted or however you say it, in July of 2019. You can read it here https://wordpress.com/block-editor/post/thehuntress915.wordpress.com/958

This “friend” has been trying to land a job with the university I work for, it’s my fault really.  I told her that there are so many jobs being posted she’s qualified for that she needed to apply.  That’s when it happened, she began to ask me why she hasn’t been called for any interviews, why it’s taking so long to get her application noticed…blah, blah, blah.  When I tell her that the pandemic has affected the way that HR works, she came back with “Well you got hired during the pandemic” and I said to her, yes I fucking did but not all departments work that way.  What I’m taking away from all of this is, she’s literally expecting me to set her up with a job.  I have a job with a Vice President but I don’t have that kind of power.

That’s when I began to wonder, do I REALLY want to be on the same campus as her? If she got hired, she’d know NOTHING about the internal processes of this university.  Although we both worked at another state university together, this is a medical institution and there is nothing similar about them.  I can imagine it now, being hounded by her daily, “Oh friend, can you teach me how to do this?” “Friend, can you show me how to access that?”  “Friend, who do I talk to about this?” I’m seriously hoping she doesn’t get hired here, I can’t take that in my private life, let alone in my professional life.   I hate neediness in people in general, it’s annoying and the clinginess of someone who’s needy is off putting.  But neediness in a coworker is even worse, I fucking loath that kind of personality. 

But what’s worse is that my “friend” is very passive/aggressive and I will not put up with that shit, because I’m aggressive/aggressive and when you’ve pushed my buttons past being patient, I will let loose all the fires in hell on you!  So this is what last week was like….

Me: Hey Veronica I sent you some job postings for you to apply for, you need to do it soon because a couple of these will close on Friday.

Veronica: *crickets*

Two days later I sent her a text to tell her to check her emails because I sent her a couple more postings.

Veronica: Why didn’t you tell me that you sent me an email with jobs I need to apply for?

Me: Do I have to fucking tell you to check your emails daily?!?!  Seriously?!?!?!

Veronica: I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother you…

Me: Stop it with that shit I’m tired of it! No one had to tell me to look for jobs, I went out to find them. That’s how I got into the university in the first place! I didn’t have anyone to hold my hand the entire time!!

Veronica: I didn’t mean to bother you or make you mad.  I’ll let you go.

Me: *stops texting her*

So what else bothers me about my friend is that when I text her or call her I don’t get a response.  Not right away or when I call she sends me to voicemail, then I get a text asking if I needed anything.  I text her that I need her to answer the phone, and of course she doesn’t call me back.  So, is it me? Or am I right on about feeling that this person is yet another so-called friend I don’t need in my life?

Then I get a text last Monday that said: “Happy Monday! Is my friend still out there? Or is she disappeared?”

I was FURIOUS, because I text her all the time and I never get any responses from her.  Then this happened, I text her back and told her that I was still here and it would be nice if she fucking acknowledged the emails I sent her with the job postings.  Then this..

Veronica: The only messages I have from you are on 8/25, I don’t have anything after that.

Me: I’m talking about in general, the least you can do is email me back with a thank you or something.  To know you at least saw the email.

Veronica: I’m sorry I don’t mean to bother you

Me:*not wanting to hurt her feelings* Just apply for the positions…

Veronica: Friend, can you send me a copy of your resume, PLEASE!  So I can see if mine is up to par?

Me: Are you fucking serious? So what have you been uploading to the job site portal?!

Veronica: Well mine, but I want to see yours so I can see how yours is formatted.

Me: WORD has tons of resume templates, just use the one you’ve been using.


I’m sure she got her feelings hurt or got mad because I didn’t send her my resume.  I have a sneaking suspicion that she’s wanting to use some of my experience for her resume.  Now I’m not sure about this, but my gut instinct is seldom wrong.

Then two days later, stupidly I send her another two job postings via email…

Veronica: Hey friend, I just noticed that the required documents on the job portal call for a cover letter.

Me: Yes they do, it’s in the instructional part of the portal, and I thought you were doing that?

Veronica: Can you send me your cover letter template, PLEASE!

Me: Well no wonder you haven’t been getting called for interviews! You’re not even following direction as to how to apply for the fucking jobs!!!

Veronica: Well, I didn’t realize that I…

Me: I’m not sending you anything of mine, fucking go online and look for yourself.  WORD has tons of templates for you to use.  I didn’t have anyone to show me, to hold my hand, to tell me to read all the instructions on the job site portal!! I can’t believe this shit!

Veronica: I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother you…

Me: STOP saying that!! Because you say it and then you fucking bother me with shit like asking me to send you my resume and cover letter template!  How in the fuck did you get so far in life by yourself?!!?  Or have you really?

Veronica: *nothing*

Now, I know how I come off sounding, but as I previously mentioned, I didn’t have nor need anyone to show me, hold my hand, or guide me in applying for this job or any other.  I read the instruction, I make sure that I submit what I need to in order to make sure I comply with everything they asked me.  I didn’t ask anyone for their resume or cover letter template, I found that shit on my own.  So as a friend, I’ve helped her out as much as I can, other than applying for her, I am not sure what else I can do?  The neediness that emanates from her is not only off putting but it’s annoying as fuck and I’m seriously tired of it. 

Her birthday is in December, and this past year I bought her a beautiful pair of Blue Topaz drop earrings, something like the picture below.

And not once has she worn them, and when I’ve asked her why, her response is that she doesn’t want to lose them and that there isn’t anywhere special for her to wear them to.  She showed me a pendant her father had given her a couple of Christmas’ ago, which matched the earrings I gave her perfectly, and she’s never worn that since her dad gave it to her either.  Claiming the same fucking excuse.  I’m seriously tired of having to constantly be the one to send her a text, inquire how she’s doing, ask if she’d like to get together (before this COVID shit hit) etc.  I’m also tired of her not answering my phone calls and responding via a text when I do.  If I wanted to text you I’d send you a text and NOT FUCKING CALL!!!

So, I’m seriously thinking of cutting cord yet again with this friend whom I’ve known since 2012, because I don’t have the energy to put into a friendship that seems to be a one way street.  There I said it, and although I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with, I know that I’m resourceful enough to not impose or ask other friends to help me in situations that one can obviously do myself, like writing my resume or cover letter.  So, is it me?

Stay safe everyone, and WEAR YOUR MASK!! This the Huntress, over and out!


I Loath Mockingbirds and I live with Mockingbird Killer Charlie.

I know my posts have been few and far between, especially now with my new job, and boss.  I’m busy as hell and my day goes by so fast sometimes when I realize it, it’s time to go home.  And then I get home and I run and do yoga to stay in shape, so that I don’t get too stressed out from my new job.  It’s a vicious cycle….speaking of vicious, on with the show…..

I’ve lived in this rental house for about 12 years now, and only recently (since our cat Charlie Bruiser O’Houlihan) adopted us to be his humans (okay technically he’s my son’s cat, correction my son is Charlie’s human, glad I straightened that out right?) have I had any issues with those asshole mockingbirds that decided to make the palm tree in our back yard their home.

Anyway, earlier this year when all this COVID hit, and I was forced to work from home did I notice that there was a bird that was bullying my cat, and he’d just lie there on the grass not really paying attention to this feathered menace. But then it seemed that the attacks got worse, to the point that Charlie couldn’t spend some of his quality sun bathing lounging time in peace, before he’d be all upset and at the backdoor wanting to come back in.

I did somewhat of a stakeout one morning, I sat outside as Charlie went about his morning routing, lying on his back in his favorite dirt spot and just taking in the morning vibes. Then I saw it, that skinny legged, bitchy feathered bullying motherfucker just dive bomb my calm feline. He seemed to just touch him but then Charlie ran under the patio chair I was sitting on and that asshole bird began hopping towards him, completely oblivious to my presence.

Pissed Off Charlie
This is Charlie Bruiser O’Houlihan.  Yes he’s mad because I didn’t get home in time to feed his fat floofbutt

I had a broom in my hand as I had just finished sweeping under the porch when I sat down to admire Charlie and his morning ritual. I didn’t move, but Charlie seemed to be off kilter and as soon as the prick of a Mockingbird came close enough, I swung the broom and all I saw were feathers fly and then…….no bird. I looked hard but couldn’t find it, Charlie looked up at me…..took out his cell phone (yes he has a cell phone, y’all know this) and with his fat cat beans (paws) he began to type.

I looked at him, and then I said

Me: Charlie, are okay ya big chicken shit?

Charlie: Meowscuse me? Chicken shit, who are you talking to the neighbor’s dog Rocco?

Me: No I’m talking to you, and who are you texting while I’m talking to you?

Charlie: I’m texting Suri (our neighbor Laura’s cat), she bet me $5 worth of quality nip that my owner couldn’t hit Ralph.

Texting Charlie
Charlie taking a selfie for his Cats Online profile…

Me: Ummm…who’s Ralph and why are you betting nip…….you know what I don’t want to know.

Charlie: Ralph, that feathered creature that wants to kill me.

Me: that asshole mockingbird has a name?

Charlie: meowduh? Of course he does.

Me: how do you know this?

Charlie: Grady the other tabby told me.

Me: Grady? The other gray tabby that kicks your ass every other night?

Charlie: Meow-what?!?! Human! How dare you assume I get my ass kicked! Meow needs to respect meow-presence.

Grady and Charlie
I dare you to try and tell Charlie and Grady apart…

Me: yeah, yeah tell me that when you bring me the dead feathered body of the mockingbird menace.

Charlie: Meow will bet me $5 or quality nip, if I bring you the body of the feathered menace?

Me: Yeah, or whatever, why are you still texting?!

Charlie: Telling Suri about my human and her insolent behavior.

Me: How many times do I have to tell you I’m not your human?

Charlie: Meow-acts like my human, therefore you are my human.

Me: *eye roll*

Charlie: meow-saw that human

Me: So?

Charlie: meow-challenged me, meow shall deliver……

I stood there watching Charlie furiously texting on his brand new smart phone, with wireless cat-ear buds no less. A phone he says he bought with his profit from selling this special nip he imports from Puerto Rico. Which made me wonder why the UPS guy drops stuff off and then asks for my cat….by name no less.

As he continued texting, he said…

Charlie: Meow-can go, I do not need your assistance here anymore human……*still texting*

Me: whatever…

Sexy Charlie
This is Charlie….giving me attitude

The next day we repeated our routine to see if Ralph the asshole Mockingbird would show up.  And sure enough, the prick did.  Charlie sun bathing in his dirt spot, me sitting with the broom on the patio chair and then, Ralph chirped out loud and dived bombed Charlie again.

Charlie: meoooowwwww!!!!

Me: Charile!! Are you okay?

Charlie: Meow-does it look like meow-am okay?

I looked at him from nose to tail, and I didn’t see anything. I looked for Ralph all over the back yard, broom in hand. I walked towards the front yard, then as I walked back through the backyard gate I heard Charlie having a conversation with Rocco and Jerry the two German Shepard dogs from our back neighbor.

Charlie: Meow-owwwww…..

Rocco: Geez Chuck, did he really get you?

Jerry: Don’t call him Chuck, he doesn’t like that….

Charlie: Meow, savage canines, meow is hurt, and all you can do is stare at meow?

Rocco: Hey Chuck, Ralph told me he’s got a contract out on you, you’d better be careful.

Charlie: meow-contract!? How meow-much?

Jerry:…..licking himself not paying attention…

Rocco: He said 10 pounds of birdseed to the feathered, 6 pounds of nip to the other felines and 15 Milkbones to the canines.

Charlie: Meow-kay, that’s fuckers going down!!!

Hunter Charlie
Charlie, lying in wait for asshole Ralph

Rocco: Hey Chuck, your owners coming for you.

Charlie: Meow-if you call me Chuck one more time…..

Me: Charlie! Are you okay?

Charlie: Meow-ooowwwww….

Jerry to Rocco: Yeah that cat is milking that injury for all it’s worth….

As I picked Charlie up and carried him into the house, he lay down on the kitchen tile, because he cools down there. I freshened his water with some cool water with ice and as I bent down I saw a tiny puncture wound on Charlie’s fluffy belly.

Resting Charlie
Charlie, about two hours after his injury

Me: Oh my god Charlie, does it hurt?

Charlie: Meow-no, only my ego is bruised, meow is plotting revenge on Ralph. The backyard, uncultured savages told me he has a contract out on me……*takes out his cell phone again*

Me: Who told you this? Rocco and Jerry?

Charlie: Meow-hush human, I’m trying to think..

Me: While your texting?! Ugh…

Charlie: Meow, yes, if I had fingers I’d hush you meow-human style…

Me: whatever

Charlie: *gets up and walked to the door, stares out towards the back yard*

Me: *silent*

Charlie: Meow-stop staring at me human…meow feels your eyes on me….

Me: *walks away*

The next day I didn’t go outside with Charlie, I figured if the mofo had a brand new smart phone he’d be able to handle himself against Ralph the Asshole Mockingbird. As I sat at my computer I heard the loud chirping, some sort of ruckus in the back, but I ignored it.

Then silence, nothing, no chirping, no Rocco and Jerry barking, nothing. It was dead silent, then after about 15 minutes….

Charlie: *muffled voice* Meow-hooman…opn da door…..

Me: Oh Charlie…now what?

Charlie:*muffled voice* meow-opn da doo…opn, meow-mhave smfing for meow-you…..

And that’s when I saw it……

Zombie Charlie

Charlie was at my back door with Ralph that feathered menace Mockingbird in his mouth!

Me: I’m not opening the door with that thing in your mouth Charlie!

Charlie: *drops dead Ralph* Meow told me if I brought you the dead feathered body of Ralph meow-would give me $5 worth of quality meow-nip! Meow-pay up human.

Me: I never agreed to that Charlie!

As I went to go get him his nip mouse with some fresh nip, he sat at the door glaring at me. We argued for the next 45 minutes about him bringing Dead Ralph into the house. He argued his side and I argued mine, but since it’s my house I won. He did pout for about two days, he’s a cat after all and those damned felines can pout better than any kindergartner I’ve ever known, that’s for sure.

So what did Charlie do when he lost? He went back outside, picked up Dead Ralph and went into the grass and played with Dead Ralph for about half an hour. I went back to work and then when 5pm rolled around I locked my computer (because I’ve found paw prints on the keyboard) and quit for the day.   As I walked past the back door,  there Charlie was…….chomping on Dead Ralph….or what remained of Dead Ralph….I closed the inside door.

Charlie:*mouth full of food muffle* meow-didn’t let muh eat inside, meow needs Tabasco…..and some of that white wine in the fridge.


War Is Hell and Hell is Where I Dwell Best….

Bring on the suntan lotion, lounge chair and the non-stop pitchers of margaritas people, because I’m ready!!!!  I know its been a while since I posted anything new, but work has me uber busy and I’ve finally caught up.  I mean, as much as I can because my boss is non-stop, and that’s a good thing.  She’s a great mentor and is teaching me the ropes….can anyone say Vice-President Huntress?  Okay I’m getting a head of myself but, she’s hinted somewhat at the fact that I can do a VP job.  Which is incredible since I came from a micromanaging environment prior to this job.   Anyway, on with the show!

I’ve been here two months, and my VP and the Chief of Staff have been awesome when it’s come to helping me acclimate to my new position.  They’ve been nothing but supportive and they’ve helped me when I found myself stuck.  I love my new job, and not only am I beginning to thrive, I just found out that my VP has been assigned another title, VP of Finance Administration.  So, this is a blow to Impostor Huntress’ boss because she is….kind of……having that title taken away from her.  And Impostor Huntress let me know that her boss isn’t too happy with my boss taking that title and job duties away from her.

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Now Impostor Huntress has calmed down as far as giving me attitude, especially since I pushed back (in a not so nice way) and everything between the two of us is okay.  Then this happened, and she’s worried that her boss is going to wage all-out war on my boss.  Both are Vice President’s, both work at the leisure of the President.  But only my boss actually does a good job.  Yes okay I might be a bit bias here, but if Impostor Huntress’ boss was doing such a wonderful job, she wouldn’t have lost that title, right?

Anyway, I’m adjusting to the hectic schedule of having to support two people.  It’s nonstop but it makes my day go by fast.  But not fast enough to avoid the tepid wrath of Fake April, yes she’s back and things between us got heated last week.  I say tepid because she’s all talk, and empty behind that plaster like face she has.  She lost her cool when I (rightfully so) left early after my boss told me I could.  She emailed her supervisor, who isn’t my supervisor about my leaving early.  I was fucking livid after I found out this little conniving bitch is clockwatching me!!! I told her supervisor that it’s none of Fake April’s damned business what I do, and if my VP is okay with it, she can go to hell.  Her supervisor said for me to calm down and that she didn’t take what Fake April said seriously.  Again, that little snake needs to stay away from me or I swear she’ll catch fiery hell from the real Huntress.


She’s a snarky little whiner and I love putting her in her place.  Especially since I found out she’s still bitching about not being able to apply for my job.  AND proving me right when I said she’s not qualified to do my job.  She’s made so many mistakes that it makes me wonder what the fuck she’s still doing here.  Her spelling and grammar is horrendous, she’s rude and condescending not just to me or Impostor Huntress, but to my boss and visitors as well.  And I defend my boss, telling Fake April that if anyone can fire her it’s my boss.  She ran to go tell her supervisor, that when “Supervisor” told me to stop telling her things like that.  I told Supervisor that it’s true, and that she needs to brush up on her Operating Policies.

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UPDATE…..My second boss, the Chief of Staff told us today that she’s taken a job with one of the local school districts as their chief auditor.  I was to say the least, relieved….and yes I know that sounds mean but supporting two people who are extremely busy is hard to do.  My VP told me they won’t be filling her position, which is great.  I have so much work right now, I leave my office late, and late for me is about 6:30 or 7pm.  When I use to get out at 4:30 in my other, micromanaging department.  But I do my job, and thus far my VP is happy with me, or at least that’s what she’s told me.

Then there is “Supervisor” who happens to be the assistant to the university’s president, and I didn’t ask many questions when I started but now I wonder exactly what does she really do?  She’s been working from home since I started, only occasionally coming into the office.  Other VP’s come in, ask for her and when someone tells them she’s not here, they all have the same reaction.  They roll their eyes, shrug their shoulders and sigh, one of the VP’s actually got frustrated enough to say out loud “Does she even work?!”  Good question, because for someone who makes six figures you’d think she’d be here all the time, helping “assist” the President and such.

Stay safe everyone, and WEAR YOUR MASK!! This the Huntress, over and out!



My Mothers Love……Arsenic, Grain Alcohol and a Straight Razor

It’s no secret that I grew up with a narcissistic mother, and only recently found she might have (no she has) borderline personality disorder.  I think everyone in our family knows but what I think they don’t know is that other than narcissism, she’s also self-absorbed, self-centered and I’m pretty sure she has Munchhausen’s syndrome.  Which is considered a mental illness in where a person repeatedly or deliberately acts if they are sick or has a condition that they really don’t have.  My mother, that evil spawn from hell (I shouldn’t say that my biological grandmother was the kindest person on earth, so I’m at a loss as to why my fucking mother acts the way she does) called to tell me last Tuesday that she’s having yet another surgery.

I’ve counted, since I began keeping count, she’s had over 16 surgeries, and I’m convinced that she didn’t need most of them.  Why, you ask?  Because she’s spent her entire life wanting, craving, demanding attention from anyone who would give it to her.  She is hell bound to be the center of the universe no matter who you are or what position you have in her life.  So she figured out that if she tells everyone she’s sick, she’ll get that attention.  I’m so sick (no pun intended) of it, that I’m ready to disown her, if not for my poor dad.  But my dad is an enabler, so maybe his penance is living with this nightmare of a woman.

I have spent the entirety of my adult life trying so hard NOT to be like her.  I told myself that my kids were going to be told that they are loved, every single day until I die.  That I was going to be as affectionate as possible with them, even if it embarrassed them, at least they’d know what a loving mother was like.  Something my brother and I NEVER got from my parents.  We were never acknowledged when we did something right, or accomplished something good or special in school.  The only attention we did get, was when we did something wrong, and boy that seemed like it was more often than none.  My parent’s never showed us any sort of affection, they never told my brother and I that they loved us, that they were proud of us or that they wished us well in any capacity.  We were not raised that way, so she mentions that my boys are always hugging and kissing me, telling me they love me.  I told her “That’s right, and you know why? Because YOU DIDN’T raise them, I did.”  My parent’s lived by the school of “spare the rod, spoil the child” kind of thinking.  And let me tell you, the rod was something my brother and I were all too familiar with in our childhood.  Or should I say the belt, wooden spoon, plastic or wire hanger, or shoe…….whatever was in her grasp at that particular time.  And my mom seemed to love to punish us, or embarrass us or make us look stupid in front of her, now long gone, friends.

In one instance, I remember being eight years old and going shopping for my First Communion dress.  This was a special occasion in the Catholic faith, and all I though was, I’m going to look like a bride, little did I know this was the only time I was going to look like a bride, we all know how that turned out.  But I digress, on this particular shopping trip, we went to a store that specialized in special occasion dresses.  Just myself, my momster and brother, and I tried on what seemed like dozens of white, frilly, embroidered, lacy dresses.  Then I found one I was happy with, then came time to decide on a veil.  I was more excited about the veil than the dress,  because what little girl doesn’t want to be a bride, in a white flowing dress and a beautiful veil on her head?

We went through a few veils, some which were very plain that were just a white hair comb with the veil attached. But the one that I wanted was a beautiful white veil with lace at the edge and it had a….CROWN of pearls!!!  I thought to myself I’ve hit the jack pot, that was of course until I told my momster that was the one I wanted.  Mind you, it wasn’t a huge crown of pearls, it was a tiny crown, made of synthetic pearls.  But it was beautiful, and because I wanted it, my momster said no.  She said I was going to get the cheapest thing she could afford, and I was devastated because she said this in front of the saleslady.  She gave the lady money, and took the dress and veil with the comb.  She also told the lady that I didn’t deserve to have the veil I wanted because I misbehaved all the time.  I knew this was a lie, my momster lied a lot, she still does and that is part of why I don’t believe her when she says she’s sick.

First Communion Crown and Veil
It looked like this but without the top tier, it was beautiful

She’d lie to my dad about how my brother and I misbehaved, she lied to our doctors about how we weren’t sick, she lied to my aunts about how awful we were to her.  And for the most part, everyone believed her.  That is, until we became adults, then shit started to hit the fan and her web of lies and deceptions began to fall apart.  Back to her having her 17th surgery, so she called me last week to TELL me, not ask me (God forbid) that she needed me to take her to her surgery on July 31st and that she had to be there by 6am.  I told her I had to make sure because my boss was presenting the next fiscal year’s budgets for the clinics and she wanted me to be there that week.

That’s when I told her that I had gotten another job within the university, and the first thing out of her mouth?  “How come you didn’t tell me and how much more are you making?”  I told her I didn’t tell her because I knew she’d ask about how much more I was getting.  Because then all she’d say is “Oh, no now you can afford a BIG house so you can take care of me and your father” and you know that shit isn’t going to happen.

I didn’t divulge how much more I got, and told her why.  Then she said “Its your responsibility as our daughter to take care of us in our old age.”  That’s when the Huntress lost it, and I replied “If the sole purpose of you having kids was for us to take care of you in your old age, you would have been better off without having us!” Honestly I’m so tired of her antiquated thoughts about how her children HAVE to take care of their parents in their old age, I think this is more heavily emphasized in the Latin cultures than others.  That’s when I also mentioned that I didn’t believe she “needed” to have this other surgery.  Well that was the sledgehammer that broke the demons back, and she went into a tirade about how I was ungrateful, the worst daughter in the world, how I never listen to her, how she took care of my kids when I was with Lestat.  THAT’s when I threw her shit back at her, saying that I never abandoned my boys for her to take care of.  I’d always worked to support them even when I was living with her and her stupid “This is my house and you live by my rules when you live here” bullshit, even though I was 33 years old.   When I’d give her money from my student loans to pay for the goddamned property taxes.  Of course she says I didn’t, but she’s full of shit because I know how I helped out while living there.  I told her not to martyr herself thinking and saying she did what she really didn’t do.  Then she stopped and asked “What’s a martyr?” and then I hung up on her.

As if this wasn’t enough, she began to text me, and I loathe getting texts from her because she doesn’t know how to spell correctly and uses words out of context.  But her text was just as nasty and vile as her voice, saying again how ungrateful I was even after she “HAD” to take care of me when I got pregnant at 15, how I almost killed her while in labor with me, how she spent so much money on me as a little girl, how all her friends kids all love, adore and take care of them.

By this time I was tired, and simply text her back saying to find someone else to take her to her surgery, and that it wasn’t my fault that I didn’t believe she was sick because, all my life all she’s ever done is cry wolf about her illnesses.  Then we all find out she’s not really sick.  That my brother, I and undoubtedly my dad was tired of her shit, and that she wasn’t the center of the universe.  If her friend’s kids took care of their parents it’s because their mother’s weren’t like ours, demanding, demeaning and just a plain fucking bitch.  Yes, I called my mother a bitch, because no one knows but me what she’s put me through in my lifetime, and she will only tell others her side of the story.  Like she does with my aunts but even they stay away from her now because they see what a lunatic she really is.

I told her I was going to block her from my phone because I don’t need her to aggravate me when she doesn’t get her way.  My mother has never asked, she only demands, she never wishes or hopes only wants.  She’s never been affectionate and now she wants to be hugged and kissed, she wants to be adored because she thinks she “deserves” it, but mostly because her friend’s kids are that way.  I blocked her for my own sanity,  and if that is to disown her and her evil, narcissistic, self-serving ways, I’m okay with that.  My therapist Terri once said to me that when we don’t reconcile with our parent’s it leave us with remorse when they die.  And that ultimately we will wish we had said or done something to set the record straight.  I told her, that some of us only wonder whether or not it will be seen as a relief when that parent dies, and feel guilty over not feeling the remorse.  She nodded her head, wrote notes down in my file and said “Valid Point Huntress, I never thought about it like that.”  There is such a thing as narcissistic mother PTSD, and I’m bound and determined to break the cycle.

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I do so for my boys, because I love them more than anything in this life

Thankfully my boys see their grandmother exactly for who she is, they’ve also been at the end of her forked-tongue tirades as well.  I don’t have to explain their grandmother to them, they just say “we understand mom.”  And for that I’m grateful and thankful that my boys are my family that I depend on and love wholeheartedly.

This the Huntress, over and out, remember to stay safe and WEAR YOUR MASK!!


The Higher the Mountain the Uglier the Trolls, Bitches and Wannabe Bosses…..

It’s been going on seven weeks since I began my new gig, and thus far I’m in heaven.  With the occasional run in with Buzz McCallister and the Impostor Huntress.  But the Impostor has actually been calm, for now.  In any case, I don’t know if I mentioned but I support two people, one is my very lovely boss the VP.  And the other is the Chief of Staff, who reports directly to the President.  I’ve had a hard time trying to figure her out, she’s very stone faced and reserved.  She hardly cracks a smile and when she does, it’s an actual surprise.  So because she is the Chief of Staff supports the President as well, her job is just as important as the VP I work with.  So with that being said, she has to deal with a lot of human resource issues.  Even though the Impostor Huntress support the VP for HR.

In doing so, she or should I say “we” deal with a horrible little troll who works in HR, and since I have to work with him now.  This motherfucker is in charge of employee training and development.  That’s all he does, since HR is primarily working from home, there is no one in the office.  And he, I’m assuming has no one to train, but that’s just an assumption.  So he was recruited to help the Chief of Staff with a project, and this project was the inception of the university’s President.  It is going to take plenty of man hours, or in this case woman hours and one troll and whatever he thinks he can do.  This mofo is a manager, and constantly complains about having to help us out.   And I do mean constantly, this asshole is what I consider the king of whiners.  Every time an email is sent out with instructions or requests for this project, he emails me (privately) and complains.  I’m about at the end of my ever fraying rope with this asshole.  If anyone’s seen the movie Legend with Tom Cruise, there is a troll/monster that is just hideous.  It’s name is Blix, I say “it” because this HR manager acts like this slimy, sleazy, double dealing mofo.

He’s short, hunchbacked, and talks with a nasally whine.  He has a real name of course, but for this blogs purposes we’ll call him Blix.

Blix Legend
Blix from Human Resources

In any case this “manager” is in charge of employee development training’s, and right now since he’s working from home, does he have actual training’s to conduct?  He’s not a technical wiz so I know he’s not conducting online training or doing over the phone development training’s either.  He was recruited to help with the data collection for this project, and every time he calls or emails me, it’s the same thing, whining about having to help us out.  Finally I told him “You work at the pleasure of the President, therefore you will help us out because he asked your director to pick someone to help, and I don’t want to hear you complain about this anymore.”  I haven’t heard from him since, I think he thought I’d sympathize with his “plight” of having to do some intensive data collection.  But hey, I do to and no, it’s not an easy job, but I have to do it nonetheless.

Then there is our front desk receptionist, she reminds me of April, the creepy intern from the sitcom Parks and Recreations.  It’s probably because she has an uncanny resemblance to her, and just as cynical, rude and annoying.

Parks and Rec April Meme

She actually thinks she’s smarter than everyone else, of course she’s not because if she were they would have let apply for my position.  Something she’s told me over and over and over to the point I want to stab her in the neck with a pencil and watch her skinny ass bleed out onto the reception area carpet, until it soaks through and her lifeless body lies there pale and DEAD!  She’s made it a point to tell others how she was “cheated” out of my job because she believes she is talented enough to do what I do.

April meme
Yes she does, so why is she a receptionist? Because she couldn’t get a job as a stripper because of her unsightly bony ass….

Being the support for a VP and the Chief of Staff is not an easy job, it demands a lot of time, attention to detail and patience (I know that my patience runs short, but I have to try either way) something she lacks.  She’s so stupid that she talks to one of the other associates from a different division of our university about me.  I’ve heard her, and when Impostor Huntress first told me to watch out for this sneaky, backstabbing, bony assed bitch, I thought for sure she was just being over-dramatic and narcissistic.  But, I hate to say this, Impostor Huntress was right about this Fake April, she really does believes she’s smarter than everyone else, including my two bosses, which of course she is not.  I thought about this quote below by Raymond Chandler, one of my favorite mystery writers, and thought I’d include it to describe Fake April.

You talk too damn much and too damn much of it is about you.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye

If she were she’d know not to talk about me to where I will find out about it.  AND I’ve caught her eavesdropping in on my conversations with my VP.  I just about lost it, when I walked out and saw her standing right outside my VP’s office door.  I let her know that just because I’m new, doesn’t mean I won’t put her in her place if she keeps doing stupid shit like that.  She’s friends with another idiot that I deal with in another department whom also thought he should have my job.  The thing is, these types of people want to be a boss, without all the hard work and sacrifice it takes to move up in your career.  They have this “they are smarter than everyone else, so therefore they deserve to be a boss” kind of bullshit mentality.

I let my boss know how Fake April is acting and she said “Yeah, Fake April doesn’t have what it takes to be an associate administrator, I think she couldn’t handle any kind of fiscal responsibility like the clinic budgets, the physician call pay and other money issues (which is something I have to do) what is she thinking? I would have fired her before her probation was over.  Not that she’d make it past the application phase.”  my boss actually said to me, she also added that she’s not too fond of Fake April either.

On a positive note, my son (we) finally finished his math class, and I can’t tell you how absolutely over the moon I am at NOT having to go home and do or think about MATH! I just hope to God he gets a passing grade because I can’t go through this another 7 weeks…ugh kill me now.

*I edited my post because one of my readers pointed out a lot of my grammatical mistakes and run on sentences.  Or how I repeated somethings…..are you happy now Dave? Not his real name but, Dave it is…..

Dave doesn’t actually have a blog, he just reads mine for, the chuckles as he put it.

Stay safe everyone, and WEAR YOUR MASK!! This is one angry and worried Huntress, over and out!


Math is my Enemy and I hate it Now More Than Ever!!!

I was going to post something relating to this damned virus, but I thought to myself no one wants to hear about this thing any more than I do.  It doesn’t matter that the numbers keep skyrocketing and that some people don’t take this seriously.  I mean, after my son came down with it and all, and that he’s now recovered because he has no underlying conditions and healthy, he was able to do so.  And that they did contact tracing to find out how my son and another of his coworkers got sick and come to find out it was someone in the department of Athletics who didn’t wear a mask and showed up to work for a week KNOWING THE MOFO HAD COME IN CONTACT WITH SOMEONE WHO HAD IT!! But decided to come to work anyway!!!


I’m not going to dwell on that and fight the urge to go find the dude who got my son sick and rip his fucking balls out through his nostrils….ahem……onto breaking news.

My oldest son began or should I say, is finishing up his degree in Information Technology.  It’s about fucking time, but I digress.  One of the classes he needs to take is a gawd-damned Calculus and Trigonometry class.  Because of the entire pandemic thing, all of his classes have become online classes.  Which is better for him because he works on the military base here and his schedule changes often, sometimes at an hours’ notice.  He’d been putting off this class because, well he hates math too and that’s because he thinks he’s not good at it.  So he actually looked at it and then told me “Mom, there’s no way I can pass this class” and said he would pay someone to take it for him.  Which was what I would have done, seriously I would have.  He approached his step-mom, who is an idiot because 1) she married my ex-husband (need I say more?) and 2) she’s not as smart as she thinks she is.


His step-mom recruited some flunky resident from her department to tutor my son, but after a week, that prick skipped out on the tutoring.  After seeing my 34 year old son’s face and that look of desperation and potential defeat, I logged on and took a look at his math class.  Then I said to him “We can do this, you and me, we can get through this class but I’m not guaranteeing that you’ll pass with an A.  I’m only going to guarantee a C+ at best.”  He reluctantly said yes, I reminded him that he needs to not let this one class be the reason he doesn’t graduate and move onto his career in IT.


He then asked me, “How are we going to do this mom?”  I responded, as I put a slice of Super Supreme Pizza with extra, extra jalapenos in my mouth, “We’re going to cheat” and proceeded to eat my dinner.   “Cheat, how?” he asked as he saw that I wasn’t as worried about this fucking, horrid, devils math class as he was, knowing that I’m bad at math and hate it just as much, if not more than he does.

Shit, if math were only that easy….Impostor Huntress would be in that giant hole….

I told him that there are several online sites that if you pay for it, will not only give you the answer, but provide the steps on how to solve the problems.  He looked stunned, and then said “Really mom, you’re going to help me cheat at my math class?” I told him yes, because he could either try to learn five years of gawd-damned calculus, algebra and trigonometry in 7 weeks or we could go with my plan.  He didn’t say anything, so I’m assuming that he agreed with me, we are after all in the home stretch now.  We have two weeks of this fucking class left, and I say “we” because it’s been him and I, going over the sections of this class, him on his computer and me on mine.

This is how I feel every time I begin to help my son

I haven’t run, or lifted weights or done anything but fucking, devil spawn math in over five weeks because I have to help my son get done with this class.  I hate math more than I did before, I’m serious its been a nightmare, not that we’re doing bad mind you.  But it’s taking up so much of my so-called “free time” that I’m even dreaming about numbers, fractions, augmented matrix’es, matrixi, or however you fucking pronounce it.  Word problems like, if a runner is running on a flat track, view the graph to determine whether the intercepts are if the runner is slowing down, speeding up or turning.  I’m like turning? WHAT THE LITERAL FUCK!?!?!


It’s like the move Peggy Sue Got Married, after she’s in her algebra class and is about to take a test (after she’s been to the future) she gets up, takes her test to her teacher and tells him “I know for a fact I’m never going to use this, thank you.”  When in the fuck will we (or should I say my son) be using augmented matrix’s?


Math is my life right now and so far he’s got a solid B-, and I told him that when he graduates, and if this entire pandemic has gotten to where he’ll actually have a graduation ceremony, I’m fucking walking across that stage with him, and I’m going to wear my Master’s cap, gown and hood (because I didn’t go to my graduation) holding his hand, embarrassing the shit out of him, and grabbing his diploma and walking off the stage fist pumping the whole time!  Then I told him, you’re going to take me out to dinner at Cattlemans for a damned 1 ½ lb t-bone steak.  Because not only did I give birth to him, which was painful enough, but having to go help get him through this damned class was probably more painful than all the hours of labor I went through.  Stay tuned for more adventure of….


Stay safe everyone, and WEAR YOUR MASK!! This is one angry and worried Huntress, over and out!


Power Hungry Egos and Impostor Huntress’ Lack of Work Ethic

First of all, I want to thank all my blogger buds out there who sent well wishes for my son who tested positive for COVID last week.  You have no idea how much it meant to me that you all reached out to me to let me know you were thinking about us.  So now on to our regularly scheduled program…..

As I’ve started to get a pretty good rhythm going with my new boss, and she, in turn is trusting me and my judgement in dealing with the departmental assholes that fall under her supervision.  Okay, just one asshole who is hell bent on trying to put me in my place……and y’all know that shit ain’t going to happen, right?  Anyway this asshole, whom I’ll call Buzz McCallister because the prick reminds me of the character who was Macally McCulkin’s big brother in the movie Home Alone.   The bullying asshole motherfucking prick that thinks he can get away with anything.  So he’s an administrator for one of the clinics and it was brought to my attention that he’s got a huge ego problem because, his dad is a doctor.  And I was like “So?” but then my boss told me he likes riding on his dad’s physician coattails.

Buzz Mcallister

I thought to myself, Cheesus Crust what a dick if he thinks he can act the way he does because his dad’s a doctor.  That’s like me trying to be all superior because of my mom’s narcissism, okay well something like that.  Anyway, I asked if his dad was a physician here at the university and my boss said no.  And I told her “Then why does he think he can act the way he does if his dad doesn’t even work here?”  She shrugged and laughed because she agreed with me because he’s difficult to work with.  In any case my boss is basically his boss and she emailed all the administrators that I am a direct extension of her when she’s not around (I’m sure that went down well with him, like a giant horse pill the motherfucker was trying to swallow.)  So he immediately emailed me and said he wanted ME to schedule something or other and I emailed him right back and told him he had people in his own department that could help him with whatever he needed.  I reminded him I was Patricia’s associate NOT his.  I didn’t hear back from him that day, but then the next day he emailed me AND my boss saying that the administrator’s meeting was just not the same via video medium as in person. And that he believed it was better if all of them (all 15 of them) met in person.  Because my boss was out that day, I responded to him and told him that my boss will have these meetings via video until further notice.  Being the narcissistic bastard Buzz McCallister is, he promptly responded with “I’m sure the other administrators will agree that meeting in person would benefit us greatly to discuss our needs and concerns.”  His fucking idiot email is below….


So I responded to him knowing that my boss was totally okay with whatever I was going to say to him because she had already told me, “Buzz is a little shit, so be careful with him.  He’ll try to get his way.”  And I was oh hells to the no he won’t, because unbeknownst to him, I dealt with him in my other job.  And I already knew he’s a dick…..my response to his email is below….

Sorry about the small picture, I can’t get this to be any bigger than this….stupid Buzz McCallister…

After reading my response he called my boss to complain, and she said she told him that when she said I was an extension of her and her position, she meant it.  This was just another vote of confidence I’ve received since I began my new job.  Something I never got in my old department.  He was to say the least, not happy with me and do I care? NO, I fucking don’t!  But, this will be the catalyst I’m sure that will cause me a couple of more headaches because he’s a macho, asshole man-prick that thinks he deserves my respect and attention.  And this will only give me more blog fodder to post about him and I think we all know where this is headed.

Franco meme

So in addition to dealing with Buzz McCallister, the Impostor Huntress was at it again, only this time with the poor coordinator/admin assistant that is assigned here to the office.  This lady, whom I’ll call Janie, is a sweet older lady with a heart of gold.  She does most of the purchasing, deals with the front office traffic, answers the phone, helps with room reservations etc.  She help the associates out only when we have so much to do and not enough time to do it.   On Monday she came in and we talked for a bit and as I walked out of my office through the reception area, her phone rang and she said “Oh, okay I’ll be right there” and walked into the copy room, grabbed three reams of copy paper and walked off.  As I made my way back into the office she was walking back to her area and then her phone rang again.

I sat down at my desk and then I saw her rush past my office down the hall and out of sight.  I got up to go scan something and she came back and then she asked me if I wanted some coffee.  I said no, that I had already had my two cups and I thanked her.  She got up and took the coffee pot from the station and walked back towards the back.  I was curious as to where she was going as she passed the President’s office and that’s the only person I would think she’d cater to the way she was.

So when I turned the corner at the end of the hall, Janie was standing in Impostor Huntresses’ office, pouring her coffee as Impostor sat in her chair laughing about something or other.  I asked Janie, “What are you doing?” and Janie replied “Getting coffee for Impostor” and THAT pissed me off.  I then realized that this poor woman, who has a lung condition no less, was rushing back and forth to go and cater to Impostor Huntress the entire time!  I asked Janie to let me talk to Imposter alone.  She left and I closed the door to her office, sat down in one of the chairs as if to make her feel comfortable and then I asked her “So….why is it that you feel the need to ask Janie to play step and fetch for you?”


She said “What?” and I said to her that having this poor woman go get reams of copy paper, make copies and fetch her coffee is NOT something we, as associates need to have her do.  She told me “Your new here, obviously you don’t know how to play the game.”  I told her that while I may be new,  I’m self-sufficient and that whatever game she thought I needed to play, wasn’t something I needed to make others feel inferior.  If she had to make herself feel more important by bossing this older lady around she had bigger problems than thinking she was “Management.”  She cleared her throat and said “That’s what they’re here for, to be utilized to help us with our work” and I said “What you’re doing in not utilizing her to help you, your abusing your authority because you’re a lazy fuck.”

I’m not a queen, I just liked this meme

She looked at me and said “You’d better be careful, I have seniority” and I said “I don’t care if YOU have seniority, YOU’RE not my boss.  And YOU need to do shit for yourself, getting copy paper and coffee is something I would never have someone do for me.  But obviously you have power and ego issues, so YOU will never be management or administration.”  She looked at her coffee cup and said “You do your work and I’ll do mine as I see fit.”  I laughed and said to her “Be careful the way you treat others because karma is a bitch and so am I” and walked out of her office.  I told Janie she never had to do any of the shit she did for Impostor Huntress….EVER.  She just looked at me and laughed and nodded her head.  So now there’s this awkward tension between me and Impostor.


She’ll never win this, I’m positive,  because I see weakness in her that can never overpower my confidence and sense of self-worth.  I don’t need to belittle or have others cater to me in order to make myself feel better about myself.  She uses the word power and control a lot.  I made it known at one of our meetings that power, just like control is an illusion and that anyone who believes it’s attainable, is delusional.  I’m sure she loved that.

What is it that song says???  You don’t pull on Wonder Woman’s crown, you don’t spit into the wind, and you don’t try to take the baseball bat from Harley Quinn.  Okay that’s not quite what the lyrics say but, y’all get the picture.

Let’s just say, that just because you’ve been doing a job for a certain amount of time doesn’t mean you’ve been doing it right.  I’ve already been threatened with someone’s seniority who obviously doesn’t know where I came from or how I got here.  And is somehow seriously underestimating my abilities and/or knowledge and education and my patience and temper.

But one things for sure, this is going to be one wild ride.  I’ll keep you posted on my new adventures of …..(insert echo here)…..The Huntress and the Impostor!!!!!

This is the Huntress, watch your back, stay safe and wear your mask, over and out!


This Virus has Finally Hit Very Close to Home…….

As I began my new job, I was instructed to start working on campus, which to be honest was a relief as working from home, or should I say being micromanaged from home was getting to be a real chore.  I was also getting really tired of having to check in and out for every fucking thing I did, including asking to have time to use the bathroom.  Yes you heard that right, I had to let my former supervisor when I was leaving my “post” to use the bathroom.  Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I wrote that one of my maternal aunts had come down with the virus, she has underlying conditions such as diabetes and repertory issues.  She came through okay, but she told me she wouldn’t wish this virus on anyone, not even her worst enemy.  But my aunts a good person so she thinks like that and I’m glad she considers those types of things.

On Friday, my youngest son told me he was going to go get tested because he said he lost his sense of taste and smell and he said he thought it might be allergies.  He does get them and bad.  At the beginning of every spring and summer he suffers through sneezing, runny nose etc.

I was scared because I didn’t want it to be true, so I reassured him that it was allergies but it was better to be safe than sorry.  This morning he called me because his PCP called to tell him his test came back positive.  My youngest and middle sons don’t live with me, and I only see them once a week.  But this shit has me scared out of my mind because just last week someone here in El Paso died, a young man who was only 31 died of this goddamned virus. Now, I don’t know if this young man had any underlying conditions that caused his demise or if the virus just ravaged his body to the point of death.

My son is 25, and has no underlying conditions, but that does not make this any easier to take in.  As a mother I’m fucking worried sick because he’s my son, he’s my baby and there is nothing worse than seeing your child sick with something the medical community hasn’t found a vaccine for as of yet.  He tells me not to worry because the only symptom he has is loss of taste and smell, but that doesn’t reassure me whatsoever.  He works facilities services at my old university and he says he doesn’t know where he might have come into contact with this virus.  He said that his department have taken every precaution to stay safe, wearing the light hazmat suits, masks, gloves and protective eye wear.  He washes his hands so often he says that he now carries lotion in his car, backpack and keeps it in his desk and locker at work.  He hasn’t even gone to the gym because he’s not entirely sure they are safe to go back so he’s been working out from home.  And yet he still got sick and he nor I know how this happened.

Stay safe everyone, and WEAR YOUR MASK!! This is one angry and worried Huntress, over and out!


The Impostor Huntress Can Be a Bitch To Deal With

I’m headed into my second week in my new job, and so far I like everyone I work with.  My boss is awesome, she’s a real pistol.  I had mentioned that there is another person named Huntress here, were not really Huntress but you guys get the picture right?  Anyway, she’s been nice for the most part.  But she also has a devious side to her (like most Huntress’ do) and I had to put her in her place last week.

She asked me if I was leaving for lunch on Weds and I told her that I was.  Then she asked me if I could pass by her car to peer through the window to see if her ring was in the cup holder.  I thought this weird but I said okay.  A couple of minutes later she comes and hands me her car keys, and then says “Can you unlock my car and look inside? If it’s there can you bring it to me?” I left her hand in the air with her gripping her keys, and then said “Uh, no. I’m not your errand runner, if you want to see if you left your ring in your car, you go look for it.” And she stayed quiet and then laughed and said “Oh that’s okay, I’ll go down when I go check the mail.”

Kermit II meme

I thought she might have gotten the hint that day, but this morning she sends me a message that the IT guys brought back the laptop my boss bought me.  And that she had it in her office, and if I wanted to pick it up I could go anytime.  So after I settled in I walked over to her office and said good morning and all that jazz.  She talked about her weekend (because I was out on Monday) and everything she did.  I’m standing there thinking, just give me my fucking laptop so I can get to work.  So she hands me my laptop and then pulls out another laptop, and says to me “Can you please take this to Tina up front so she can tag it and call the IT guys to map it?”

I stood there looking at her and I was seriously about to go off on her, but instead I said “You might want to take it up front yourself, and have Tina do all that.  I’m Patricia’s executive administrator, not yours.  By the way you might want to bring that attitude down a notch, and be a bit more self-sufficient.  Just because you try to boss people around doesn’t make you the boss, it only makes you look needy and kind of like a dick.” She stood there looking at me, like I might have said something she didn’t like.  Of course I did, I pushed back, just because I’m new doesn’t mean I’m stupid.  I know who I am and who I work for, fucking bitch thinking just because she has seniority doesn’t mean she can treat me like the receptionist.  She hasn’t talked to me since but I’m okay with that.

Cut a bitch meme

At least now the impostor Huntress knows not to mess with the real deal, because this Huntress isn’t about to take anyone’s shit.  Then I realized that her boss and my boss don’t get along.  I don’t know just how deep that rift goes but it seems to me that her boss is a trifle…….demanding and needy.  My boss, is a VP, her boss is a VP.  They need to work together in order to be able to create and approve budgets for every department.  Now I understand why the Impostor Huntress tried to test me, it’s a learned behavior.

Scratch that, she just came to my office to ask what I wanted for lunch because my boss is buying lunch tomorrow.  She seemed okay, but looks can be deceiving, I’ll keep you posted.

This is the Huntress, over and out.



Short and Sweet…okay somewhat sweet

I’m still here people….

I began my new job on Monday of last week, it was to say a very rocky first two days.  This is because here in my new position I need to be independent and a “self-starter” something I couldn’t be in my previous department.  As you all know I was micromanaged to death which included the request to re-write my letter of resignation.  Yes, that’s right I was asked to edit/re-write my resignation letter.  Okay I’m getting off track here.  Anyway, I had really had it with my supervisor, although a very nice lady, after she got preggers, the micromanagement began.  My new boss, is telling me to be myself and take control of my position, and that I don’t have to run everything by her.  She’s a goddamned Vice President, and she’s telling me I DON’T have to run everything by her?!?!?!

By the way, let me just add that she is the most kick ass older white lady I have ever met.  She’s cutthroat and she does not bullshit around.  She holds her own in a room full of male VP’s and demands that she be respected because she’s earned it.  She has a lot of experience and she’s telling me that she hired me because I came across as confident and astute when she interviewed me.  Something I was not during my time with my old job, and something I struggled with the first two days on the job last week.

New Coworker meme

Everyone here is so nice and laid back it’s scary to think about.  One thing that does perteb me is this, this is THE OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT, and all the other executives dress like they’re going to work-out or shopping for groceries.  I’ve been told by several VP’s and my boss that I dress the part for my job, in which my boss decided to let the man himself (President) that everyone should dress professionally.  Granted most of the staff and student’s aren’t on campus because of the COVID thing, but they are slowly being phased back in.  And now, the other “Huntress” (there are two of us with the same name but technically there is only one Huntress, y’all know that) told me that her boss, another VP mentioned that she needs to dress more business casual.  So, in short, I have already (maybe) alienated some of my new co-workers.  But then again, they work in the most important office on campus, they need to reflect it, no?

Wonder Woman meme

I’ve been busy non-stop since I began last week, I have not posted anything in almost over two weeks, because I now work 8-5 (which I hate, but what can I say?) and when I get home the first thing I do is run.  Then after I make my lunch, put a couple of loads of laundry in and do what I need to for the next day.  I haven’t even had a chance to catch up on the blogs that I follow (apologies to all my fellow bloggers) and I think I need to come up with a rhythm in order to make sense of all the chaos in my life since I began my new job.

And it has been chaotic, meeting after meeting, report reviews, fiscal budgeting, fires, hires…..oh that’s because my boss is “the” boss for all the clinics so every hire and fire goes through her.  Policy reviews, emails, scheduling, phone calls and such that when I leave my office I’m mentally spent, and running helps me forget the business day.   Oh did I forget to mention that my previous department emailed me last week over a small calculator I forgot to turn in? No? Well they did, I got an email from my former supervisor about a fucking $6 dollar calculator! I didn’t respond to her I just took the fucking thing to my old office and left it with the girl at the front desk and asked her if she could email my former boss to let her know that I had dropped off the damned thing.

Done with Shit gif

I’m so done with that place, lucky for me I don’t really have to deal with them in a professional capacity.  I’m more on the fiscal side of things now, instead of the proposal/funding, dealing with idiot faculty members and such.  I’ve already come up with pet names for some of my new coworkers, but that’s a new post entirely.  For now, this is The Huntress, over and out.


My Two Weeks’ Notice And Micromanaging to the End

This week I signed my offer letter and submitted my information for my background check for my new position.  My new department asked me to wait to give my current department notice until I got my official offer letter.  So when I did, I turned in my letter of resignation to my supervisor, which was Wednesday.  But I had told her on our weekly update meeting over the phone.  She has these meetings with myself and Thing 2, the other research administrator.  So after we went over what proposal’s I had pending and such and right before we hung up, I let her know I had accepted the position.  She congratulated me and then I told her I would submit my letter of resignation.  I had one written up about two weeks after Baby Kermit was hired (yes I actually did.)  About ten minutes after I sent her my letter, she sent it back with…….goddamned EDITS!!!! I was livid, she sent it back with highlights and asked me to change some of the wording.

Harley Quinn meme

I sent it right back to her and said that this was my letter of resignation and NOT one of the proposals I was working on and it was not subject to her input.  She didn’t respond, but about two hours later I got an email with her copying my director and the director of the office of research saying they will accept my letter and resignation.  I sat there thinking to myself, WHAT THE LITERAL FUCK?!?  Anyway, I’ve given my two weeks’ notice and at first when I got the phone call telling me that I had gotten the job I was a bit worried about leaving my supervisor and Thing 2 with all my work pending,  because my supervisor is pregnant and Thing 2 has a lot on her plate.  Okay I do feel bad for Thing 2,  she’s a nice kid and does a good job.

But after last Wednesday I’m like,  fuck no I don’t feel bad,  and I could care less if they give what remains of my pending proposals to Baby Kermit,  that bitch can fry in hell for all I care.  AND she doesn’t even know that so many (so very many) people in our office can’t stand her stupid ass.  I’m just so glad to be out of here.

Fuck you meme

Then, suddenly it hit,  last night I woke up in the middle of the night full of anxiety about my new job.  It’s in “The” main office in the University,  its where everyone is held to the highest standards,  and I kept thinking as I lay in bed at 2:55am,  would I be able to fit in?Would I be able to do what is expected of me?  After rambling on about how I use to love my job,  and how it was the best job I had ever had (up to the point when they went and hired an idiot,  who may or may not have helped in the mismanagement of grant funds at the other university) and now, where do I find myself?  I want to go into my new position with optimism and clarity that I can do this, and yet all the second guessing and micromanaging I’ve gotten in the last year has me doubting my own abilities.  THAT is NOT acceptable!  But even so,  I still lay there in the middle of the night questioning EVERYTHING about myself,  professionally.  My experiences,  my education and my judgement.

Self Doubt meme

Goddamned this fucking place and how it’s made me feel,  because I know I’m educated enough to know that this emotional and psychological bullshit that I’ve been put through all because someone’s hormones are going bat-shit crazy due to the fact that there is a life sucking force inside her right now is,  something I should not be subjected to!  Yes I’m blaming a pregnant woman for the micromanaging I’ve been through since October,  all because that’s when she found out she was expecting.  I see that as a connection,  because that’s right about the time all the micromanaging began.

Lego meme
This is the worst I can wish on a pregnant woman….

Then on Friday we had a video team meeting,  we played Jeopardy (this was fucking Baby Kermit’s idea,  I swear I could kill the bitch) it took about an hour of my time.  Time that I could have been working on tying up all loose ends on what is left of my proposals.

Coworker meme

Then my supervisor said that she had an announcement, and then told me to tell everyone about my new “opportunity” and I was like what the fuck?!?  She told me she was going to announce this shit to the team.  I sighed really loud and kind of in protest, and then I told everyone about my two weeks and new job.  Then our newest team member,  the nice lady that was hired to replace JP said,  “Oh Veronica, was it me?” And she laughed as did everyone else,  and then I responded with “Oh my, no Angie (not her real name) it’s not YOU” and everyone stopped laughing….

Smudge meeting meme
Yes, it should have been a fucking email!

I’ve had four of my proposals ready for my supervisors review since the end of April/beginning of May and she hasn’t gotten around to it.  Why? Because she’s a goddamned micromanager and has been working on other shit that Thing 2 has been working on.  So when she did finally get around to it,  she started sending me emails on what I needed to correct.  Finally on Friday afternoon I sent her an email (nice, polite email) that the deadline for all of these is at the end of May and edits should have been done early on,  that’s why I had them ready for her by the end of last month.

Punch coworker meme

But I would tell her that I’d send all the information to the faculty members for them to change (this late in the game) and “try” to get them back to her before I leave.  She didn’t respond.  So,  my supervisor is overwhelmed because she is so busy micromanaging my work,  and I’m assuming Thing 2’s as well, that she can’t keep up.  Instead of allowing us to use our own judgement,  make mistakes to learn from them,  build a rapport with the faculty members that allow us to get to know them and how they work,  and produce quality work on our own.

Madonna meme

She instead want’s us to sound like her,  make sure we write like her,  talk to the faculty members the way she does,  and leave our professional individuality and experience by the wayside so we can be exact replicas of who she is.

Karen Walker meme

No thank you! I may not be done bitching about this place,  that won’t happen until I leave,  but I’m sure I’ll have plenty to write about in the next two weeks.

On the Huntresses home-front, one of my maternal aunts came down with that fucking COVID virus.  She has underlying conditions, she’s diabetic and she contracted it at the clinic she works at.  She’s a medical assistant, she’s been in quarantine for almost three weeks.  I just found out about this TODAY, because my mother, who can’t remember what day of the week it is, says she definitely told me.  Which she certainly did NOT! I think I would have remembered her telling me one of my aunts having COVID19!!  I reached out to my poor aunt who has just gotten her voice back and she told me (and I quote) “I wouldn’t wish this illness on my worst enemy.” Which is admirable because she’s a good person, but you know me, I have enemies and people I don’t like so draw your own conclusions.  She’s doing better and she got cleared to be able to go out in public.  She said she wasn’t,  she was going to take one more week of self-quarantine. Talk about hitting home in this time of uncertainty.  Y’all take care of yourselves and remember,  when you take care of yourselves you are taking care of everyone around you.

This is the Huntress, over and out!


Critical Comments and Callus Observations

Urban Cowboy

This weekend I binge watched movies, one of them being Urban Cowboy.  Which is one of my favorite’s movies of all time.  I use to love the entire theme of the movie, but as I grew older and would re-watched several times, I began to realize that…I fucking hate Debra Winger as Sissy.  She’s a fucking idiot, but Bud isn’t far behind either.  They are both stupid, they act like complete children, and let’s face it Madolyn Smith (Pam) would have made a waaayyyy better Sissy than fugly Debra Winger.

Pam Urban Cowboy
So much more beautiful than…Debra Winger.

Sissy Urban Cowboy
WTF, seriously? NOT attractive whatsoever!

She’s smart, beautiful and carries herself as such, okay she had a bit of a devious streak in her.  But I can overlook that because she admitted that she didn’t even love Bud, that’s a plus-plus in my book, she was honest.  Unlike fugly Sissy and her misleading Bud, but in her defense, Bud was a chauvinistic asshole.

Actors In their 50’s Then and Now….

Another of one of my favorite films is Rear Window with James Stewart and Grace Kelly.  This film is an absolute classic.  I’ve watched this movie a million times it seems and this weekend I saw it again and noticed something grotesquely odd.  There is a scene where Jimmy Stewart is getting a message by his nurse/physical therapist (Thelma Ritter, another awesome actress) and he takes his shirt off.  And then…….ewwww, just ewww.  Yes I know how that sound but let me put this in perspective.  This film was made in 1954, which means that James Stewart was only 46 in this movie and he looks 70 years old.

Rear Window pic
46 years old….looks 70

Compare that with Brad Pitt at 56 in Once Upon A Time In Hollywood, looking devastatingly handsome.

Brad Pitt pic
56 years old….looks 35

Ripped abs and all, while Jimmy Steward in Rear Window at 46, saggy in every place possible.  Not to mention that although I love this film, James Stewart’s character “Jefferies” treats Grace Kelly’s character like shit, and I think she should have left his bedridden, saggy boobed ass.  I’m not sure why actors and actresses in the 40s and 50s look way older than they seemed in film.  But I’m so glad that today, they don’t because, damn!

New/Old Coworker Fake Debra Messing

I found out that an old coworker, or should I say acquaintance works in the office where I’ll be working soon.  And as promised I knew that soon I’d find something or someone to blog about at my new job.  This person use to work at my old university as well, and she got fired for not complying with the professional dress code.  She use to work in the office of Scholarship Programs, with another VP.  She was the admin assistant and she was the first person people saw when they walked into the office.  She dresses (yes still) like an old beat up wannabe gangster chick.  She has NO fashion sense whatsoever, and yet she manages to get jobs with high profile administrators and I don’t know why?  She thinks she’s still 30 years old, and can pull off wearing leather pants and animal print tops (in the office no less) and has never, ever cut her air (remind you of anyone?)   She has this one length, fake red hair all the way past her fat ass.  AND I know she’s a goddamned brunette but she insists on coloring her hair an awful, reddish brown.  I don’t even know what actual color it is, all I know is she looks ridiculous, she always has.

Gross Red Hair meme

Oh did I forget to mention she rides her Harley Davidson to work?  So, she looks like a fake red hair, leather pant, zebra print blouse, bandanna, hooker platform shoe wearing idiot.  Yes I know it sounds like I’m bashing on someone but don’t forget I worked with this person before, and she is not in any way professional (like Baby Kermit) but I know that she doesn’t have any bad/annoying habits like Kermit and her fucking loud gerping.  Other than the fact that she talks like an over the hill Chola.

Chola meme

But I can overlook that, if she leaves me alone.  I’m going to christen her, Fake Debra Messing because I HATE Debra Messing, she’s so unbelievably annoying in EVERYTHING she does.

Grace meme
That’s because you are a loser….ugh!

And she’s the only annoying redhead I can think of other than Carrot Top.  So, you see I haven’t even started my new job yet and I’ve already christened my first coworker with her blog name.  I’ll keep you posted.

This is the Huntress, over and out!


Midweek Update and Other Happenings In the Huntresses World

I suppose this is a midweek post because I’m just getting tired of working from home, eating cold fried chicken (which I love) and having my fair share of the new drink called a Quarantini.  This wonderful drink is literally what you make it.  I my case it’s white wine with club soda and frozen fruit to keep my drink cold (my enamored white wine spritzers.)

Quarantini meme

Because let’s face it, when we’re told we can’t go out, all we want to do is go the fuck out.  And when we’re told to go out, all we want to do is stay home, go figure.  In any case, my friend over at Rivergirl has constantly posted about people who follow her blog and find that they are either vendors of some sort or just plain fucking weird.  Then I found myself being asked to be friends to people I don’t even fucking know on no other than FITBIT!  Yes I wear a Fitbit since I started to lose weight and run, now the bastard strapped to my wrist tells me to get up and go get another slice of pizza and Quarantini…..bastard!

Fitbit meme

In any case, I don’t know these people who are asking me to “friend” them on the Fitbit app, if I don’t know you, I’m going to give you a hard NO!  Seriously, where do people just decide (at random) I’m going to ask this person I’ve never met to let be their friend?

Fit Bit pic

Deana Fitbit
I have no idea who Deana is or why I’d want to be friended by someone I don’t know?

The last one I got I delete right away, it was from a “Ling Qui Fang” (yes that was the name) and then I read a bit of her profile and it was fucking porn.  Her statement was something like she was looking to get ****ed and wanted a ***buddy. Yes the Huntress just used the abbreviated or censored version of the word FUCK, because in that context I’m like….everybody needs to get ****ed, but not on my Fitbit or blog you don’t.  Unless it’s to FUCK you up Harley Quinn style, then I’m okay with it, baseball bat, colt .45 revolver and all.

Harley Quinn meme
Kardashian? Hell no, I’d rather be a Harley Quinn.

Anyway, I don’t know these people so why would I be your buddy?  I’m on my Fitbit to lose weight and run, not to start a sorority, BUT I have one friend I did recognize, and I have as a blog buddy as well, Aunt Deb.  Everyone else can just leave me alone.

Oh did I forget to tell y’all that…………………..


Quitting job meme

I got the call and offer yesterday afternoon, after a horrible day dealing with my now resentful director and all because of the incompetence of Thing 1.  Yes, she did something wrong and I got blamed for it (this was before the phone call) and I was fuming.  But I didn’t do or say anything as I just read the accusatory email and fumed alone, at home…..Quarantini in hand.  But after I received the phone call from one of the ladies in the President’s office, everything seemed to melt away, all the stress, anxiety, resentment just seemed to fall off me like a wet bath towel.  I had myself another, even bigger Quarantini, ordered my favorite pizza from Pizza Hut, Super Supreme with extra, extra jalapenos and ate said celebratory pizza in sheer happiness and satisfaction that I will never have to hear gawddamned Baby Kermit gerp ever again!!!  I watched Suicide Squad happy as a clam in sand, anticipating the reaction of my entire department when I turn in my letter of resignation, which I’ve had since they hired that stupid bitch Baby Kermit.  Did I mention I’ll be getting $14K more in salary? No, oh well then yes, this move is not only a promotion, but I’ll be getting paid way more.


I don’t want to brag, but what can I say getting paid more to leave micromanaging and Baby fucking Kermit behind? It’s a WIN-WIN if you ask me.  I’m not going to start until June 1st but I’m okay with that….I’m okay with everything right now.

This is the Huntress, over and out!


Interview Update and a Clusterfuck Bomb Explosion

First of all May the 4th Be With You and if you don’t understand what that means……your beyond comprehension….onto the post!

My last blog post was about how I was (still) questioning my leadership, job and professional abilities, and all the emotional baggage that comes with all of the above.  Because let’s face it, when your micromanaged, one begins to doubt a lot of what you’ve learned and that includes all of the years of experience.  This is how I feel right now, but things could (I say could because I’m not sure how this will turn out) be looking better for me soon.  I had a video interview a week ago with the Office of The President for our University.  It was a panel of three people, all women and I thought I did well.

interview question 2

Well enough I may add, to get invited to a second interview, but this one in person at the President’s Office.  Now Texas had lifted the shelter at home order but with restrictions.  El Paso still requiring for everyone to wear a mask out in public.  I accepted and dressed properly for my in person interview this past Friday.  Something I haven’t done since this entire work from home shit began.  I drove to campus and everything was locked, so I called the number they gave me in case this were to happen and I was let into the building by the President himself.  Which I thought was funny and kind of odd.  In any case I made my way up to the 4th floor with the President walking 6 ft in front of me, he asked who I was there to meet and I told him.


He showed me into the waiting room and then asked if I wanted anything to drink, and I told him I was fine and thanked him.  He then said that the vice president that I was there to interview with would be out to greet me in a minute.  I smiled and thanked him again as I sat in the almost abandoned office listening to the eerie quiet of what this pandemic has made life like for a lot of people. I heard muffled talking down the hall and then the VP came to take me into an extremely large conference room, with conference table just as big.  Then a panel of five people walked in and introduced themselves as several staff members that I would be working with should I get the job.  I hadn’t been this nervous since my interview for my current position, and then I got the “Thanks but No Thanks” email and then the call telling me I got the job since their first candidate/choice turned down the job….remember that?

Ricky Bobby meme

Everyone introduced themselves and the interview began as the VP opened up with a question that caught me off guard at first.  She cleared her throat and asked “So, Huntress, do you like to target practice or to go hunting?” I was confused because I had no idea what she was talking about as two of the other women who had been on the first video interview with her began to giggle.  I looked at her and said “Um, no…..why?”  She started to laugh and then she said that during my video interview they had noticed something strange in the background of where I was sitting facing the camera on the video call…..

Gun on The Wall 5.4.20
This was the view that they saw behind me during my video interview.  Anyone see a gun?

Then she explained that during my video interview they saw what appeared to be a rifle in the background.  I thought for a second and began to laugh and explained that it was a B-B gun/rifle because I have asshole doves that poop all over my back yard and one prick mockingbird that dive bombs my cat.  I told everyone I use the BB gun to shoot at the birds that are running amuck with my cat and yard.  I thought that was pretty funny at least I know they have a sense of humor.  Which in my book, counts for a lot because without a sense of humor you might as well be dead inside.  Then something horrible happened, the VP contacted my current supervisor for a professional reference.  On my way home from my interview I had stopped by to pick up some lunch for me and my son.  When I got home, I saw that I had a text message from my supervisor….

Nat Text Msg
How else could I react other than to thank her micromanaging ass?

I was livid, I mean I was horrified beyond belief because I didn’t want anyone in my current department to know I was actively looking for another job.  So now…..they fucking know!  To make things worse my supervisor told my director about the call from the President’s office and now I feel like I’m fucked!

Nat Text about Terry
Giant facepalm was my first reaction….

I haven’t heard from anyone in the President’s office since my interview on Friday, and now I’m wondering if I don’t get this job, how will this micromanaging result or continue because my director and supervisor know I may not be happy.  Who knows, but either way I’ll keep a positive frame of mind and have twice as many white wine spritzers to ease the anxiety of this mini clusterfuck bomb that went off on Friday….

Susan wine meme
Seriously Susan, gawd damn…..*bottle breaks in the background*

This is the Huntress, over and out!



Questioning My Leadership and The Huntresses Abilities

This isn’t a blog post but more of a diary entry, so it may not sound as profound or professional.  It may lack humor and even curse words.  But,  there is a need to be able to write this down because I do,  after all have the overwhelming urge to write.

In November of 2017 I began the job that I thought was “the” best job I’d ever had.  I seriously and consciously believed this.  From the moment I began, in that cold November morning as I walked into my new office, I believed that everything I had worked so hard for was finally in my grasp.  Even though the first week I spent sitting at my desk reading a book because my supervisor hadn’t contacted IT prior to me starting to get me a computer, login, printer etc.  She’d walk into my office and apologize a thousand time and say that she’s so busy that she can’t keep up with everything that’s going on.  Being new I smiled and told her that I understood, because after all a new employee should be able to navigate their way on their own for a while (or should I say a new departmental employee because I had already been with the university for over two years.)  To be able to train,  guide,  mentor and help me gain the knowledge I’d need to do my job successfully was going to take time.  And with her being so busy and all,  I knew that I’d sit idle for a while.

Sitting idle meme

And sit idle I did, for over two entire weeks, even though I had finally gotten a computer, three monitors, a printer and scanner I had no idea what I was supposed to do.  But being the self-motivator I am,  I began to watch webinars and read articles on research administration.   When my director came into my office she asked if I was ready to work on my first proposal, I said of course but that I hadn’t gotten access to the research portal our office used to work on proposals.  She was surprised and said “You mean Alexis hasn’t gotten you access?” and I nodded no.  She left my office and then five minutes later the IT guy was at my desk granting me access.  My supervisor came in and apologized again, something she’d gotten really good at since I started.

This was only my first two weeks, and I dismissed my supervisor’s lack of attention on the fact that she was overwhelmed at work and now that I was there I’d be able to take some of that responsibility off her shoulders and do what I was hired to do.

Deadpool meme

That was three years ago, and today I find myself even more frustrated than I was those first two weeks when I had no computer, no access no nothing.  Now I have access to everything, I have memberships to research administration societies,  I attend webinars and online conferences and to date I am exactly where I was three years ago.  Trying to find solace in the fact that all my experience and education that I worked so hard for isn’t being utilized for a good reason.  I work,  and when I say I work I do,  but that doesn’t mean that I have confidence in my abilities.  Because when one tries to establish oneself in a career that one has been working towards and sees that nothing is coming of it, what can one do?

I am one of four research administrators, and one of us only works part time and you all know her as Thing 1.   She’s a nice lady in her late 60’s and sometimes she does get on my nerves, but I can deal with her because she’s a genuinely good person.  Then there is Thing 2,  who has previously worked in research administration but with a faculty member in his lab.  Then left to get married and have a baby and got hired in my department after I did.  She gets paid more than I do because of her previous experience with federal submissions.  She’s a smart cookie and a really nice albeit naïve girl in her early 30’s who still loves to plan things like baby showers with themes and decorations and stuff.  I am no longer in that stage in my life, I’m older and much wiser (so I like to think).  Now I mentioned that she gets paid more than I do, and I realize it sounds like I’m complaining about this.  But I’m not, I’m stating a fact that experience is valuable when it comes to doing ones job and should take that over education because it doesn’t diminish ones abilities…….in some cases.  Remember I said that.

Then there is the bitch that I’ve come to loath, that I hate with the fire of a thousand suns, Baby Kermit.  This stupid bitch came from my former university and left her department right when a federal audit and inquiry into mishandling of federal funds began.  I still maintain that she was a strategic hire, and my director knew it because it was her former department as well.  She too only has a bachelors but how and why I think of her differently than Thing 2 is because of my sheer hatred for her.  Yes I realize that I sound bias but hey, it’s my blog and I’ll hate who I want.  Anyway, she too has experience in federal proposals but that doesn’t mean she’s been doing them right.  My director boasted when she got hired that Kermit submitted over 220 proposals in one fiscal year.  And my thought was, she submitted that many but how many of those were done right, got funded or were rejected?

Kermit meme

And not so much the fact that I hate her for doing her so-called work.  But I hate her for doing other annoying things,  like her high pitched stupid childlike voice, her constant gerping in the office (and on our online meetings) the fact that she is just nasty as hell with her hippy commune fashion and her annoyingly long, uncut, un-kept hair!!

In any case, since working from home, which is now going on week five, I’ve been trying to stay as positive as I can about the entire situation.  The work from home, the COVID19 and how many states want to open up before we’ve hit the peak of this virus.  And watching the idiots on the news that are protesting in state capitals that they want our state governments to lift the shelter in place orders because (and I quote from a dumb bitch on camera in Austin Texas) “we’re all going to die, its nature.”  And I’m sitting here thinking to myself,  okay bitch if you want to kill yourself go right ahead because if your that stupid to think that way,  especially about a virus that hasn’t gotten a cure yet,  by all means you dumbass idiot kill yourself,  BUT you’re not taking me with you!

stupid meme

Then having to work remotely dealing with my supervisor who since she got pregnant has micromanaged my work to death since this work for home shit, is really getting to be more than I can handle.   Since beginning the WFH, I can’t send out emails to faculty or sponsors without me sending the draft to her first, then she sends it back to me, rewritten in the language that she uses, and tells me to send out the version she wrote.  Also, working on proposals I have to completely give her all my drafts now, for her to “review” then she sends them back to me rewritten, tells me to submit the version she sent and then has the audacity to complain that she has so much work on her plate.   Which makes me wonder, does she do the same thing to Thing 2?  I don’t dare ask Thing 2 because she and my supervisor are very close, and I’m afraid that Thing 2 might inadvertently say something about this.

2nd Micromanaging meme

But it goes farther than this micromanaging, since beginning this working from home shit, everyone else has attended a lot of paid webinars or virtual conferences, who get Continuing Education Credits because of their attendance.  I sent my supervisor an email to let her know that one of the societies I belong to will switch over a registration fee for a conference I was supposed to attend in early March to several webinars and virtual conferences.  That was two weeks ago and have been completely ignored with my request.

Michael Myers meme

Then I have been asked to create a work report for everything I do during the day, and I’m seriously thinking….are you fucking kidding me?!?!  I am to say the least, very unhappy with this job, the job that I believe was the best job I ever had….at first.  A job that I believed that I would be able to advance in, that I’d be able to learn and grow my experience and education on research administration.  A job that when I was hired, was told that I was offered because their first choice turned them down.  Yep, you heard that right,  when my supervisor called to offer me the job she told me (inadvertently) that they were offering me the job because their top candidate had turned down the position because they couldn’t meet her salary request.

Ricky Bobby meme

Now I think that should have been a red flag, but I desperately wanted to get out of my previous department because the department chair is Satan’s concubine, a bitch of total bitchdom, someone I wouldn’t mind finding out she was fired for being a bitch!

And I’ve learned so much on my own that I’ve tough Thing 1,  Kermit and even JP when he was still here,  our new software for proposal submission AND taught them how to create sub-awards and contracts in the new system as well and I don’t even work with SUB-AWARDS OR CONTRACTS!!!  I’ve learned a lot about our universities operating procedures, mostly those that might have an effect on grants, proposals and contracts that certain faculty members might violate.   I’ve schooled myself on things that staff in my department call other departments to get information on!

It wasn’t so much jumping out of the frying pan into the fire but a change of being in a complete departmental dictatorship to joining a completely passive aggressive type of management.  Hence why I am beginning to second guess myself, my education and my abilities.  This is a feeling that I am not familiar with and I totally hate feeling like this.   I know I’m professional and capable of doing my job, I’ve excelled in all my other positions in spite of the obstacles that I’ve encountered.  And not once have I felt as discouraged and or questioned myself as much as I have since beginning this entire working from home shit, and working in this department.  My supervisor is completely ignoring my requests, emails and when we have our “weekly” meetings because she wants a progress report on everything I’m working on.  Not that all the daily work reports tell her exactly what I’m doing…..the constant redundancy is infuriating!

Redundancy meme

And with 90% of all university employee’s working from home, there is a reduction of human resources hiring for jobs that have been applied for, like with my application and subsequent interview with JP’s department.  But all is not lost, because I began to feel like this way before working from home I began to apply for other, better paying and seemingly more lucrative positions that might help me be able to use all my education and knowledge.   Since JP’s department emailed me that they had to put their applications and previous interviews on hold, I didn’t hold out any hope for that position.  I had applied for four other jobs, and one came through on Tuesday.  I got an email from the University’s Office of the President for a video interview on Friday.  I had applied for an Executive Associate to the President and when I did I thought of it as a complete long shot.  That’s because I was still questioning all my abilities and one of my friends told me I had nothing to lose by applying and the worst that would happen was that I didn’t get an interview and I would move on.

Mother Teresa quote

But, on Tuesday I got an email requesting an interview for the position of Executive Associate to the President of our university.  I am excited to say the least, and I hope that this will lead to something better for me.  At my age I don’t have time to be working in a department who doesn’t value my experience, education and everything else I have to offer to micromanaging, passive-aggressive management and/or supervision.  And in turn make me question myself all the time, so I am looking for other opportunities.

And whether or not I get this job, I’ll still be looking, and now I’m all fired up!

This is the Huntress, stay safe, over and out!



Week Four – Working From Home My Favorite Brit Edition

Yes that’s right, I’m working from home (running out of work really) and I’ve decided NOT to focus on anything negative.  What?! You are wondering if this is really the Huntress and not some squeaky clean, Girl Scout Troop leader taking her place.  NO! It is not, I am still the Huntress and I have plenty of shit to talk about only…….*sigh* I’m getting kind of tired of being negative all the time (I’m pretty sure it’s because I’m running out of wine and have to go this weekend to stock up.)  In any case I was on the phone with my good friend Virginia and we got into a friendly debate over which actors we’d kidnap and hold for ransom.  She likes Leo DiCaprio and I prefer Brad Pitt, that kind of debate.  Then we began talking about foreign actors and I began telling her about my favorite Brits and my number one choice made her question our friendship.

But that’s okay, I question my friendships all the fucking time.   Anyway I say that because not only was she shocked at my pick, but she didn’t even know who he was.  That’s what made me think that I’d blog about my top five favorite British actors I’d LOVE to kidnap and hold for ransom.  So here I go…

#5 Simon Pegg

Simon Pegg

Mr. Pegg first came to my attention more than a decade ago when I was literally FORCED to watch a movie called Hot Fuzz.  Yes I say forced because I knew nothing of him or the movies he’d made up until I saw Hot Fuzz.  This film is one of my all-time favorites and that’s probably because of its ambiguous sarcasm.

Drunk Kid Hot Fuzz
This kind of sarcasm, I fucking love it!

Those subtle little mind fucks here and there, and how absolutely fabulous Simon Pegg is in these films.   He has another film about running called “Run Fat Boy Run” and that film made me his fan for life!

Run Fat Boy Run gif
Yes, those are swimming trunks her’s trying to run in….lol

#4 Ewan McGregor

Nicole Kidman

What can I saw about Ewan? Other than, he’s a perfectly dreamy wonder of a man.  Yes you heard that right, I can’t quite remember when or where I saw Ewan McGregor on screen.  But he definitely caught my attention in the film Down With Love with Rene Zellweger.

Down wirh Love gif

And who can forget his performance in Birds of Prey? Okay if you haven’t seen it, you need to because although he plays a bad guy (a very bad guy) that’s how I like my men. Good and bad, both at the same time!

#3 Tom Hiddleston

I think he could be the next 007

Another sexy as hell Brit who can change his performance to suit the film’s needs, which in my book makes him a great actor.  I first saw him (no not in Thor/Avengers) but in a little known film called Only Lovers Left Alive with Tilda Swinton.  He was, to say the least AMAZING in this film.  He plays a vampire, and that’s all I’m going to say about that.  An intelligent, aristocratic, full of sex appeal vampire.  Something I didn’t find with Lestat, him being an emotional sucking vampire but, oh well.


Then of course, who could forget his performance as Loki the God of Mischief in the Avengers films? Seriously I don’t think they could have picked a better actor to play this part.  He too has an air of sarcastic ambiguity about him, and I absolutely love that! I’m sensing a pattern here….

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Who doesn’t love a mischievous god? Even if it is in a fantasy life…

#2 Idris Elba


Oh Mr. Elba, what can I say about thee?  Other than how I met him, and that was when I was out of work back in 2015 (for all of three months) and binge watching the BBC series Luther.  Love that show, and I’m so glad I watched all of the seasons (up until then) all at once.

Idis Elba

And my admiration for Mr. Elba only began to grow as I began to watch some of his movies, like The Mountain Between Us, and Turn It Up Charlie, both were as good as his portrayal of hardened detective John Luther, only he showed his tender loving side.  Which is a side I wouldn’t mind seeing…ahem….holding for ransom.

Idris Elba MBU
One tall glass of water that Mr. Elba is…..yep!

And now for my all time number one pick, for my favorite Brit I’d like to kidnap and hold for ransom…….

#1 Noel Fielding

Noel Fielding

Okay a lot of people wonder (especially here in the U.S) who the fuck is Noel Fielding?  Well plainly put, he’s a comedian and actor from England.  He was part of an ensemble cast of a show called The Mighty Boosh, something like Saturday Night Live only raunchier, because it’s the UK after all.  He’s also a judge on the Great British Bake-Off Show (yes I can see that your wondering wtf?) but he’s enchanting, and I’d love to kidnap him and hold him for ransom.

Noel Fielding #2

Honorable Mention – James McAvoy

James McAvoy
Because just look at him….grrrr

So there you have it, The Huntress’ top five favorite Brits I’d love to kidnap and hold for ransom.  My friend Virginia say’s I have a “type” but doesn’t exactly explain what that “type” is.

So I’m just going to keep wondering because I don’t like to put anyone/thing into a particular category.  Unless your an asshole, then your just a plain asshole and nothing you can do will change how I feel about you and your assholeness.

This is The Huntress, remember to wash your hands, stay safe and for god-sake STAY HOME!!


I Don’t Understand Old People Or How the Huntress Almost Lost it In Public

Since the self-isolated quarantine has been imposed,  most of us have had to stay and work from home.  Some of us are lucky enough that we have jobs that allow us to do that, remaining on the payroll and such.  But sometimes we have to actually go outside, such as the case with me last week.  I had a mammogram scheduled back in January and then the diagnostics place called to reschedule for mid-March.  Then they called me the week before last to reschedule me for last week on Weds.  I understood the reason for them rescheduling my appointment,  because of the current social and pandemic situation that they are scheduling patients to comply with social distancing purposes.

Thankfully this diagnostics/imaging place is only four blocks from my house, and I was asked to be there by 7:30 am.  When I arrived they did have protocols in place to keep only a certain amount of people in the waiting room at a time.  But, not everyone paid attention (Cheesus Crust this was annoying as phuck!)  I arrived early,  and as soon as I did,  I saw a huge 5’x 5’ sign stating to wait by the door for the medical screener to ask you the appropriate questions and take your temperature.

It also states that if there are more than two people in line to keep 6 feet away from each other, there was even bright florescent yellow tape on the concrete sidewalk outside, six feet apart indicating as such.  Since I was the very first one there,  I had no problem as I was alone in the waiting room.  They had positioned chairs in front of the intake desk to keep the mandated six feet apart from patients and the medical staff.

The screener asked me all the questions pertaining to the COVID19, and then swiped my forehead with a temperature scanner.  Soon after the girl at the front desk called me forward, as the medical screener gave me the okay to proceed.  She asked me for my paperwork, insurance card (which were placed inside a clear tray ) and gave me a clipboard of papers I needed to sign.  She gave me back my stuff, and I found a chair where I sat and then watched in horror at the following….


Slowly other people began to file in, and then it happened……the Walking Senile started to take over and ignore the GIANT sign to wait and get screened!!  These were all people over the age of 75,  yes I can tell how old they were,  the men by their pasty white legs,  lose fitting shorts or pants up to their chest, white tube socks to their knees.  And the women wearing polyester pants and Dr. Scholl’s orthotic shoes,  sporting ten year old boy haircuts.   They all ignored the explicit instructions in giant red letters,  ignored the medical screener sitting right AT the door and then when told to go back to the door, where the screener was at, either couldn’t fucking hear what the staff was saying or asked like idiots “Why?”

Stupid Old Person meme

A lady walked in with her daughter,  past the screener right up to the front desk,  MOVED the chairs and right up to the nurse conducting intake of patients.   The nurse,  who was clearly upset,  told the old broad to go back to the door,  get screened and wait to be called and leave the chairs in place like they were.  The dumb ass bitch said “But why?!” extremely loud as so everyone heard.  Just because you can’t hear doesn’t mean you have to yell out everything because you think everyone else can’t hear either….LORT!

The screener walked towards this Showtime Crypt Keeper looking bitch and then asked her if the other lady with her was her daughter.

Crypt Keeper
Yes exactly like this but with a boys haircut

The Crypt Keeper said that it was her daughter,  then the nurse behind the intake counter told her that only patients to be seen could be in the waiting room.  Again the fucking Crypt Keeper said in Spanish “But why? She’s my daughter.”  I was just about to lose it when low and behold……yet another old ass motherfucker came walking in,  past the giant sign,  the screener and right up to the intake counter,  moved two of the chairs and began to talk.  By this time I could see the staff was getting more and more impatient and flustered with the people (old ass motherfuckers) walking in and ignoring instructions.

Old Age meme

A male nurse came out from the back,  walked up to the intake counter,  asked the old fart if he was there to get some imaging and all I could hear was “Huh? What?!?” Oh gawd,  I wanted to fucking scream.  The male nurse asked him again,  and the grumpy old  man was like “Oh yeah, here’s my paperwork” and the nurse walked him back to the screener at the door.  He yelled out “Where are you taking me?!?!”  The nurse said he had to be screened before he could enter the waiting room and the old fart yelled “Huh? What? Why?!?!”

Repeat Everything Meme

Clearly the asshole old fart needs hearing aids,  but we all could hear him keep asking why he needed to be screened.  Then after he was screened went right back to the intake counter and MOVED THE FUCKING CHAIRS AGAIN!!!!!  The nurse behind the counter told him not to move the chairs (again) and he moved the damned chairs to get closer to the counter to hear the nurse who was telling him not to move the chairs!!!!!

Old Lady Scooter In Ditch meme
Okay I did find this hilarious, seriously I know someone this happened to….LMAO

I thought to myself,  we’re in serious trouble if we have old people like this walking around contaminating us all.  None of them were wearing masks,  touching everything in sight,  and being as annoying as fuck in the process.  I include my parents in this because I’ve told them over and over that they aren’t to leave the house,  under any circumstances.  And what do I find out?  They leave to the store or the post office when my brother leaves for work.

I was,  to say the least,  furious,  and their response?  “Oh it’s just to the store in our neighborhood or the post office” and I literally screamed at them that I was taking both their car keys with me (yes they both still drive.)  And I did,  knowing that both my parents can’t walk farther than a few feet without both of them sounding like Darth Vader having an asthma attack,  I saw it as the only option.

Darth Vader meme

Yes they were angry but I don’t give a fuck,  if their generation is any indication that following protocols isn’t they’re forte,  then we’re all going to die from COVID19!

Your killing me smalls meme

Yes I know I sound like I’m old people bashing but they have been the group that either aren’t listening to all of the health mandates or don’t really care about them because their old goddammit and……….. “If I lived through small pox, I can live through this Crownvirus!’  Yes that was an actual quote from the Old Man from the UP movie

Up Old Man

looking asshole who was standing in front of me while I was waiting to be taken back to the mammogram machine of boob torture.  (The fucker did say crownvirus not coronavirus)

Preppng for Mammogram meme
I think I’ll do this prep the next time I have to go and get this fucking thing done again

I told my good friend Deb (Aunt Debbie to the blogosphere) that I wasn’t sure what was more painful,  the actual mammogram itself,  literally having my poor boobs pressed in between two plates of glass for five seconds at a time (in different positions may I add) or having to deal with the Walking Senile/Stupid/Stubborn in the waiting room.  Seriously, it’s a tossup here.

Random Thought of The Day

As grumpy,  angry,  or in total disbelief as I may seem at times (okay all the time) I have not lost all faith in humanity.  Yes,  I know it’s hard for people to believe that I actually said that.  But the truth is,  we,  the human race are survivalists.  History has shown how resilient we are,  that every time we’ve been knocked down (usually be the stupid people in humanity)  we’ve gotten right back up again to continue.

The video itself is a bit corny,  four extremely talented singers comprised this group called The Highwaymen (well for those of you who like country music.)  The lyrics to the song resonate with me and I know this song may not be about the current situation but it has a much deeper meaning to it if you listen to it.



This is the Huntress, wash your hands, stay safe and for god-sake STAY HOME!!


Blog Material – Working from Home Edition

Since I’ve been working from home, and yes, I have really been working, I have come across some very interesting people in my neighborhood, not that I didn’t know them, I just hadn’t written about them.  Arionis, mentioned that maybe that working from home, I may not have any blog material to write about, giving people their pet names and such.  Not so,  as I have plenty of people in my neighborhood that I can make fun of….ahem write about.

I pondered this and realized that there is always blog material to write, some interesting and others……. not so much.  I live in a somewhat quiet neighborhood, I say somewhat because I have a neighbor,  whom I’ll call Prick Harley Guy.  This motherfucker has been my neighbor across the street, three houses down the left from my front yard.  I don’t know what his real name is,  all I know is that his last name is Casas.

Annoying Harley Riders

He’s a complete asshole who thinks his neighbors who want to listen to his arguments with his family.  Seriously this prick yells at his kids and whatever girlfriend was stupid enough to give him a chance at a relationship, loud enough for everyone in the neighborhood can hear.   I’ve heard him yell things like “And you think your special enough for me NOT to wear a condom?!” to some poor woman who yelled back “Oh hell no, I never asked you to NOT wear a condom, I asked you to make sure you put it on asshole!!”  Yeah shit like that.

And if people were out in their front yards while his verbal diarrhea spewed like a giant lewd lawn sprinkler he’d yell at the neighbors “What?! You people have nothing else to do but listen in on private conversations?!?!”  Yep,  he’s that stupid if he thinks yelling at his family and/or girlfriends in his yard loud enough for everyone in a two block radius to hear is a private conversation…..lort give me patience.

Madea meme

So he got his name because he used to be an over the road truck driver, and was away for weeks at a time.  We’d know this because the neighborhood would be totally quiet and serene.  Also because when he’d be home, the prick would park his rig in front of his house.  But it was the fact that he had this huge Harley Davidson motorcycle, and early on the weekends when he was home, he’d get on it and rev the fucking thing (many, many times) and wake up half the neighborhood.  Or late at night when everyone was asleep, again no social cues whatsoever.

My son was on the verge of going over there to shut him up, but I told him that going to jail wasn’t worth that assholes idiot ass.   Then,  two years ago, he went silent and all of us wondered (happily may I add) what had happened.  Then one day,  I saw him out in his front yard and he sat there, quiet as a mouse and thought to myself,  well that’s weird.

Cricket meme

A couple of weeks went by and I found out from another neighbor that the asshole had an accident on his Harley.  It seems he almost became a hood ornament for a Mack truck……oh the irony.  The fucker was learning how to walk and talk again…..karma is a fickle bitch sometimes don’t ya think?

Karma's a Bitch meme

Then there is RedNexican Trailer Trash Guy, who lives two houses down from me on the corner to the left.  This asshole motherfucker thinks he lives in a trailer park (not that there’s anything wrong with that,  so don’t go getting your knickers in a twist, you know who you are) because he has five,  YES FIVE piece of shit Toyota SUV’s and trucks on his lawn.  Apparently he modifies these things for money.  Lifting them,  adding roll cages, light bars,  extra luggage racks on top so they can carry gas cans and shit.  On the weekends he and his trailer trash friends who pay him to modify these monstrosities, gather and weld,  drink beer and make all kinds of stupid noises coming from his house. My son did go and have words with him because the prick cleaned his yard and left all of his trash in a pile and it was windy that day and we wound up with his trash in our front yard.

Toyota Tacoma meme

My son (don’t ask me how) made the fucker come and pick up his trash and stood there over the guy (who is considerably smaller than my giant son at 6’1) while he picked up all of his yard waste from the front of our house.  All I heard after he was walking away was my son saying “Don’t fucking do it again” and RedNexican Trailer Trash Guy not once turning around,  walked into his house.  I’ve hated this guy since he moved in, as neighbors we all know each other and go out of our way to introduce ourselves to new neighbors.  When I and some other neighbors tried,  this asshole just ignored us and walked into his back yard.  So there are so many reasons to hate this mofo,  oh and I’m pretty sure this bastard killed my neighbors cat, Keanu.  Keanu was a huge lovable feline who was my cat’s BFF.  My Neighbor Laura was so distraught she got sick, she thinks RedNexican might have poisoned Keanu, therefore I hate this asshole.

Toyota Tacoma Willy Wonka Meme

Then I have Mr. and Mrs. USMC, a retired Marine and his wife who live across from RedNexican Trailer Trash Guy,  and across from me two house down on the opposite corner.  They are the sweetest couple I’ve ever met.  He served in Vietnam and retired from the Corps in 1986,  became a math teacher at a local high school and retired from there in 2003. They have a huge family and they are always over during football season.  The only thing bad about these neighbors are………….they’re Cowboys fans.

Dallas Cowboy meme

Then directly across from me I have Asshole Gary and his wife Ann, Asshole Gary got his name for just that,  being an asshole.  He and his wife do the most inane things like having their granddaughter’s birthday party in the fucking front yard!! Jumping balloon and all AND leaving the jumping balloon up for almost a week.  That is when the Huntress called the city compliance department letting them know they didn’t have a permit to have that thing up more than three days.  The Huntress knows her city ordinances dammit,  and if you have a huge castle shaped jumping balloon in your yard along with all the trash from that stupid party, I’m going to fucking report your dumbass!  Asshole Gary has no verbal filter,  and when I began to run outside I’d run by his house and he’d yell out “Hey, you’re getting in shape for your imaginary husband?” and he’d laugh to which I’d respond,  “Yes Gary, you prick, how about you go put on a t-shirt because your huge gut isn’t imaginary and all the neighbors get nauseated looking at you!”

Gary meme
No verbal filter Gary…..

They he’d get pissed,  seriously the asshole gave me looks after I’d respond to his comments and actually looked surprised…….now THAT’s a stupid person when they look at you when you insult THEM, not realizing what they said to you.  His wife isn’t so much annoying as…weird.  She has a life-size Elf On A Shelf she puts in the giant living room window during the holidays.  Which is really unsettling when you leave for work in the early morning hours and see that stupid, giant life-size,  child scamming, mind-fucking toy staring back at me while I get in my car to go to work.  I flipped-off that stupid giant toy every time I left work during the holidays.

Mr. Rogers meme

Then I have Opposite Andy, my neighbor in the back who uses his chimney during the summer which is odd enough and bbq’s in the dead of winter singing all the Triumph, Boston and .38 Special songs he can remember the words to.  He’s the owner of Rocco and Jerry the two German Shepard dogs my cat Charlie likes to taunt while sitting on the rock-wall that separates our back yards.  Charlie sits there on the wall, listening to the dogs bark their heads off,  all the while swinging his long tail back and forth as if bored by the dog’s reaction.  He has a ton of step-grandchildren, annoying step grandchildren at that.    Those little bastards constantly fling basket,  soccer,  base and footballs over my backyard fence.  I had two giant boxes of these toys I’ve donated to Goodwill because they wouldn’t come get them from my yard.  I think they’re afraid of me, which considering the situation is a good thing because they are brats with a capital B!

Strangle Thy Neighbor

Then on the left side of my house I have Laura and her husband Mario, I don’t have nicknames for them because they are my caring neighbors that have looked out for me and my house when I’m not here.  In return I do the same for them, they are a middle-aged couple with two adult daughters and two cats.  Their daughters are both married and live out of state so they live by themselves, and on occasion they have family over on the weekends to bbq in the backyard and invite me over to join.  I love them to death so therefore, no nicknames.

Laura Neighbor meme

Then I have Karaoke Asshole Singers who live right behind Laura and Mario, these pricks love to bring out their Karaoke machine in the middle of the week AND in the middle of the night and sing…..LOUDLY!  El Paso has a noise ordinance that you can’t have any loud music/noise after 1am.  But it’s a bitch to get that enforced, if you call the police, they never show, or the police dispatch will tell you that it’s not an emergency and they will get a police cruiser out “as soon as they can”  which means,  they don’t care.  I do realize that the police have better things to do but when you have a neighbor who doesn’t work and sings all night (and badly may I add) keeping the rest of us up during the week, one has to get creative.

Because the Huntress has many friends in law enforcement (no not because I’ve been arrested) and decided to call in a favor with one of them (I had no choice,  Karaoke Asshole Singer was getting out of hand).  So my friend James paid that neighbor a visit one night while he came to visit, James is a detective with the county Sheriff’s department.  I don’t know what was said or done but Karaoke Asshole Singer stopped singing after midnight, well at least during the week anyway.  Because of which Opposite Andy,  Laura and Mario thanked me,  I got a bottle of Tequila from Andy in appreciation.  Hey the Huntress does what she can to keep the peace in the neighborhood.

Karaoke meme

Then there is Faux Carry Bradshaw and her husband Mr. Small,  they live next door to me on the right.  FCB and Mr. Small are called so because they bought the house next door about a year and a half ago,  relocating from Alpine Texas.  At first she seemed like a nice enough person then she began to ignore me, and when I say ignore,  I was in no way going out of my way to talk to her.  But her husband Mr. Small always waves to say good morning or good afternoon,  and she did too at first.  Then she stopped,  I would wave and she’d just look at me, get in her car and drive away.  I thought to myself well that’s rude,  so I stopped and then I noticed she dressed like she was in Sex and the City.  Before I move on,  I know people think Sarah Jessica Parker’s character in that series is some kind of fashion icon.  But I beg to differ,  she had horrible fashion taste but that’s just me.

Carrie meme
Seriously, she works in a damned call center!!

That’s how FCB dresses,  mismatched outfits, shoes and wearing things like feathers and puffy scarves with so much bling it’s blinding.  The bitch works in a call center for God sake,  and dresses like she’s living in NYC??   She’s snobby and narcissistic thinking she’s “the” most beautiful woman on the block.  She began to run about the same time I did, and I’d pass her while she was “running” and think to myself, she’s not running for running sake.  She’s running to show off what she’s wearing.  I on the other hand run because I’m training for my very first run,  an 8K in April.  Hopefully it won’t get cancelled,  I’d be okay with it if they postponed it for later on this year because my goal was to run a 5K.  But I was stupidly convinced into running an 8K, which is a little over five miles.  Anyway,  FCB and Mr. Small live next to me and my cat Charlie and their Cat Grady fight all the time.

Smudge meme

I’m sure it’s because of Grady (Grady is a female) her having her owners narcissistic attitude as well.  And Charlie being, well my cat is putting Grady in her place.  Bringing her down to earth so to speak in a feline way, about her bad choices of cat fashion and running attire.  Who would have thought that I was already practicing social distancing with my annoying neighbors, eh?

Oscar the Grouch meme

Remember practice social distancing, wash your hands and stay safe everyone!

This is the Huntress, over and out!


Officially Working From Home….Yes Actually Working.

So its official, our institution mandated that we all begin to work from home effective immediately.  Thursday was the first day of me working at home, which to be honest I didn’t think I was going to like.  Because of the fact that I don’t have a printer, I wasn’t going to have access to our shared drive where all the proposal files we’re all working on are shared and because I didn’t think I had it in me to actually “work” from home without my “life” getting in the way.  But there were some setbacks, first of all our department didn’t have enough laptops for everyone to use.  So, the alternative was to schlep home our all in one computers, which at first I was thinking to myself, are these people serious? These people meaning my director and the IT guys.

Drunk baby meme

Then when I was made clear that we would have to bring them, I realized that maybe working from home wasn’t a good idea.  This entire COVID-19 has made life crazy, but when you work in a medical school it can make life unbearable.  Because we found out that there were no protocols in place in case we had to actually work from home.  So since last Monday, our entire university and department have been trying to get this telecommuting thing going.  Social distancing has been a blessing for me at least, why?  Because I can wake up, take a shower, not put any makeup on, and work in my leggings or PJ’s in the comfort of my own home.  Also, because not once today have I heard gawddamned Baby Kermit gerp….NOT ONCE!!!!!

Sick coworker meme

I’ve eaten Fruity Pebbles at my desk while editing a huge proposal, I’ve had four cups of coffee with my favorite creamer without having to worry about someone else taking it from the communal fridge.

I’ve binge-watched episodes of Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown, if only to reconnect to someone I considered an old friend.  And I’ve danced around my living room watching Tiffany Haddish dance and curse in the film Girls Trip………… it’s called MULTITASKING.

Girls Trip meme

AND I’ve actually gotten a lot of work done because of these “mood breakers” as I call them.  Because when I get to the point that I’m just going to go over the edge with work.  I break that mood by doing something one can only do at home (like dance in your living room.)  I have caught up with all the archiving from previous proposals, I’ve caught up with my emails and I’m actually progressing on the proposals that are due next week.  So the way I think of it is, I may just ask to work from home permanently…

Cat working from home Pic

Well that is if I don’t get the job I applied for with JP’s department that is, because I’ve realize just how distracting working in a conventional office is.  People walking in and out of my office, popping in without notice, all the other people talking extremely loud.  Not to mention the ungodly noises that idiot Baby Kermit makes.  My pregnant, and now micromanaging supervisor constantly coming in and asking me to re-do things her way, instead of how I normally do them.  She wasn’t like this for the entire two years I’ve been here until she got preggers.

Mood Swings meme

Yes, I’m blaming her constant mood swings, and sudden micromanaging on that little parasite she’s carrying at the moment.  But I digress, realizing that self-imposed isolation isn’t as bad as people think, if it is for our health.  What I don’t take kindly to are the people over exaggerate things to the point of hysteria OR the people who don’t take this situation seriously.

And I will almost always make my sentiments known if I encounter either, because if you’re a professional, in this case a PhD and consider yourself “educated” and are dismissive of the current climate regarding COVID-19, then you should be bound, gagged and beaten with tube socks containing large bars of soap until you come to your senses.  This is the case with my friend Veronica’s boss, a PhD, and as Phoebe from Friends once said “You’re not a ‘real’ doctor.”

Friends real doctor meme

In this situation, I’m going to have to agree, just because you have a PhD doesn’t mean your smart, and believe me I’ve dealt with plenty of PhD’s that have a god complex and they aren’t M.D’s who, have the experience and skill to save lives, and they, at times have the biggest God complex’s I’ve seen.  This dumb bitch is whining because she can’t “understand” why she can’t travel, and attend all the conferences she paid for almost a year prior.  I’m thinking to myself, oh if only I could punch a bitch……

These are the kind of stupid people who spread viruses like these, the so-called “smart, educated” people who don’t believe in washing their hands, or listen to a university’s work from home protocols, and travel restrictions.  They’re so smart, they’re stupid kind of smart.   And these are the people that need to be volun-told they needs to be self quarantined for other peoples sake, not their own.  Gawddamen, it amazes me how stupid people can be at times.

Random Thoughts from the Huntress

I remember my parent’s watching Johnny Carson on the Tonight Show when I was a kid.  But because I was so young, I didn’t get many of the jokes.  But now as adult, I can honestly say some of his shit is hilarious.  I’ve been watching CNN and then commercials for a series about late night shows is going to air, and they have Johnny Carson portraying the Great Carnac, below is the meme of the skit that had me laughing out loud this morning, enjoy!

Sis Boom Bah

This is the Huntress, stay safe my fellow bloggers, over and out!


The Corona-virus Stupoacalypse, Panic, Fear, Myths And Bullfrog Gerping….

I’m going to be honest here, this post WAS NOT going to be about the CORVID-19 and the mass hysteria and now the Stupocalypse that it’s caused.  Because lets face it, if this were the end of the world as we know it, the stupid people hoarding toilet paper, hand sanitizer and Clorox will be the very first to go.  Those of us who were smart enough not to panic because we weighed the facts over myth and panic, can then wait for the Walking Stupid to die and we can raid their homes for the TP, hand sanitizer and Clorox for ourselves.   I’m talking the cream of the crop stupid, check out this news report from Charlotte, North Carolina warning people NOT to drink bleach!  Seriously, it would be the end of civilization as we know it if we had to depend on the Walking Stupid (who drink bleach apparently).  To which I’m going to include the cable media, it’s ridiculous how bad they over-exaggerate things.  Okay yes they do have informative things to offer, but I digress….

Back to the current social and medical conditions affecting our country, because I work in a medical school, the faculty members of the Infectious Diseases unit, came down to lecture us on the what, when, who and where of the COVID-19 situation.

Toilet Paper gif

I’m not going to sit here and get all technical, medical or statistical about the aspects of this virus, because I’m not a physician.  I do, however work with people who are, and some of them are experts in infectious diseases and when they tell me, to go about my day and try not to get sick, I’ll listen.  They also said to keep up with, if not be more aware of our sanitary routines such as washing our hands, covering out mouths when we cough and sneeze and making damned sure that we wash all the produce you buy from anywhere. Because this virus is passed from person to person, someone who has contracted it, can touch almost anything and pass it on. They recommend to wipe down the door knobs in our house, and try not to touch the railings on stairwells in public places and such.  Okay my OCD already keeps me from touching the railings on public stairs as well as the buttons in elevators and stuff.  I wash my hands so often its bordering on obsession but I know I’ll be a lot more careful than most people out there.  Anyway, if these experts are telling me to go about my daily life as normal, I’m going to listen.  Oh and for those hypochondriacs out there, who love to take antibiotics for literally EVERYTHING, don’t!!!!  Heres why, this is a VIRUS, antibiotics will not help you in this case because they are only prescribed for bacterial infections people!! And if you keep taking antibiotics even when you don’t need them, you will build up a tolerance for them and then when you need them, they won’t work!  I can’t stress this enough, because the doctors in our department said so, and I’m going to listen.

Howie meme

I won’t go to Walmart or Target to buy out toilet paper in mass, as Dr. Raj said (yes that’s his real name) told us to stock up on things we’ll actually need if we have to stay home, such as broths, veggies, canned soups and such, things we can keep in the freezer.  He also said to stock up on Gatorades and/or Pedialyte to prevent dehydration.  But most of all he said to monitor our vital signs, like spikes in body temperature, sore throat, cough etc.  Because the sooner we can spot these, the better the chances are for us to get treated and overcome this virus, if that is what we come down with.  He also said calm, cool reasoning and facts will always overcome myths and mass hysterics, always.  He also said that this virus isn’t airborne, one can only get it through person to person contact, and those who are over the age of 65 are more susceptible to catching this.  As well as those who have respiratory issues such as COPD, asthma, bronchial suppression or other difficulties such as these.  As well as immuno deficiency problems.

Archer meme

There have been two confirmations of the corona-virus here in El Paso.  The mass hysteria that El Paso had been insulated from in the last couple of week had its bubble burst Thursday with an announcement from our University’s President, and mass departmental meetings were in full swing afterwards.  My director called an “emergency departmental meeting” to inform us about what the protocol regarding this virus the University is going to put into place if things get bad.

Well guess what, the university doesn’t have any protocols for anything like this, because (this is purely my opinion) there isn’t anything anyone can do about this.  Like when the Bird Flu/N1H1 and SARS hit, and everyone and their mothers were worried about contracting these.  Lemmings/people gave into mass hysteria (again) and bought tons of hand sanitizer, Clorox wipes, Lysol and masks (sound familiar?)  So, our meeting was going okay until gawddamned fucking Baby Kermit started with her gerping.  I sat there, trying not to throat punch her or pull her by ungodly long hair or grab her by her HUGE pointed nose, drag her out into the parking lot and stomp her ugly, gerping ass into a bloody puddle on the asphalt…..

Madea meme

My restraint was, to say the least, put to the test listening to not just her gerping but her stupid voice as well, she’s fucking 56 years old and she talks like a child, a high pitched, uneducated child, calling people “dude” and “bro.”  When I say, people I mean faculty members and higher-ups.   Anyway, our director told us that if the university decides to shut down we would have to work from home.  I almost couldn’t contain my excitement, don’t get me wrong I do NOT want to work from home and definitely do not want anyone I know to get sick with this corona-virus thing (okay, one, one person and I’ll give you a hint, she fucking GERPS all damned day).  Yes, yes I’m evil, tell me something I don’t know……

Evil cat gif

So they began to tell us what would happen if we did, we’d still have to work, the IT dept would give us secured access to our files and emails, and we’d have to submit time-sheets and stuff.  But most importantly……I’D BE AT FUCKING HOME NOT LISTENING TO BABY KERMIT AND HER ANNOYING BODILY FUNCTIONS!!!!   Let me tell you how bad this has gotten, not only am I looking for another job (and I love my job, okay I’d love more pay) but the other girls in the office complained to their supervisor, another director, about how distracting this noise is, our receptionist almost walked off the job on Thursday.  Yes! It’s that bad, because Kermit’s office is right in front of the reception area, not only where our receptionist sits, but where visitors, dignitary’s, students that are interviewing for entrance into the medical school and faculty members from other departments sit and wait.  Can you imagine what a horrid first impression people get from listing to this annoying bitch and her constant, loud, bullfrog throat clearing?!?!  It’s insane, and if our receptionist walked out that morning not wanting to come back, then it’s really bad.  The only thing I could find to sound like her nasty noise making is the video below, and in that respect I’m being really, really nice.  But just imagine listening to this shit, all day long, and way worse than this….


So, her supervisor and the other girls in the office got together to go and complain to their director.  Then one of the girls told me that their director was going to go talk to my director about this.  It’s gotten to the point where she annoys people just by being around them, and they know the noise she makes.  I hate her, seriously I do mean… HATE WITH THE FIRE OF A THOUSAND SUNS kind of hate.


One person is making the majority of us uncomfortable, not to mention annoying us half to death and we are all coming up with all of these preconceived notion about her due to her horrid, dirty habit.  Oh did I mention she dresses like a slob? No? Okay so we work in one of the Vice President’s offices, and when we’re hired, we’re told that we are required to wear “professional dress” and on Friday’s we are allowed to wear jeans, but they have to be tasteful in manner and professional casual.  Kermit seems to really channel the 1970’s with her horrible taste in fashion.  Yes I know what I sound like but if we’re all told we have to dress professionally, then why in the FUCK does she get away with dressing like she lives in a goddamned hippy commune?!?!  Tie dyed, awful shirts/blouses, bell-bottom pants that seem to have come from the Goodwill and shoes that doctors and nurses wear in the OR’s?  They look like Crocs but less attractive…ugh.

Nurse Crocs

Yes this is what she wears while the rest of us wear business suit attire, dresses, heels or flats and/or slacks with button down blouses or shirts.  This along with her unsightly, one length un-kept long hair, like Crystal Gayle only not as glamorous or as long, about below her flat ass. I mean, we’re held to a higher standard, why the hell isn’t she?  I doubt that even if she tried to dress professional she’d fail.  The only thing she’d look good in is a body bag!  It just makes our already bad impression of her even worse.  I know one shouldn’t judge someone on what they look like.

Tied Dyed Dress
She really does have this dress, in different colors no fucking less…..

But after she got hired everything went downhill, professionally as a department and in attitude towards how most of us perceive her.  And it all started with her annoying habit of her loud, annoying throat clearing.  She has a fucking door in her office, I think why in the fuck doesn’t she doesn’t use it!?!?!


So if our University decides that we will have to work from home, I’ll be writing my blog in my pink/black polka-dot pj’s, comfy slippers, huge cup of coffee in hand and watching Lone Star 911 on Hulu.

Rob Lowe LS911

And of course I’ll be working from home, I’m responsible enough to know I have to do what I need to in order to keep up with my professional responsibilities.   And I will do so from the serene silence of my own home.  But in between proposal prep and submissions I’ll watch Rob in his firefighter uniform, because if anyone can make me feel better, it’s watching Rob Lowe and his sexy 56 year old self….seriously the dude is hot for his age, lol.

This is the Huntress, remember this too will pass, over and out!



Red Lipstick Is For Vamps and Tramps…..NOT!

Growing up, I was never shown how to be a “girl”, well not from my mom anyway because my parent’s wanted a boy, a thought they’ve shared with me since I can remember.  In any case, as a pre-teen and teenager I learned my feminine ways through either friends, their moms or on television.   My mom never even shared with me that one day I was going to get my period let alone makeup instructions or birth control, but I digress (yes again).  It’s taken me literally 30 years to hone my personal look, and with that I’ve experimented with all different kinds of makeup.  Some successful and some, well not so much.  But one thing that has been a constant for me is lipstick.

As a little girl my mom sold Avon, she was very successful at it, she was one of the few Avon Ladies (back then and in our part of El Paso) to win the Avon Calling Door Knocker Pin.

Avon's Door Knocker Pin

The Diamond and Black onyx Avon Service Award Pin


The Sapphire Award Pin

Avon's Sapphire Pin

And the President’s Club Pin

Avon President's Pin

And several awards that were plates, some I can’t find images to.  But because my mom was an Avon lady I got to try a lot of the cosmetics she would sell, as Avon use to have these tiny cute lipstick samples that came in their very own case, that she gave to her customers and put in their order bags.

Avon lipstick sample case

She also had her very own case to carry her stuff in, I wish I’d known this would be vintage and be selling at extremely over-inflated prices online.  I would have kept the one she had in the storage room.

Avon Travel Case

Anyway, I loved to try on all the lipstick samples and quickly found that my skins undertone which is olive, most lipsticks would turn different colors on me.  So anything melon color would be extremely bright and old lady looking, anything brown would be red on me, and anything red would be orange, ugh.  Frustrating to say the least, but in my 30’s I came to find the perfect color for me, it was RED.  I would continue to buy red lipsticks from my mom, and even though I felt that the color wasn’t exactly what I wanted I began to improvise.  When I began buying the Avon lipsticks, there was a line called Perfect Wear, and I LOVED it.  Because no matter what I did, ate, drank or kissed (yep this is important) the lipstick didn’t budge and it wasn’t dry or flaky either.

Then it happened, they changed the formula and then the lipstick line, it started as Perfect Wear, then Ultra Rich/Color to Extralasting then True Color (I think) either way, the reds or browns never really fit me.  That is until, low and behold I saw a YouTube video about how to make one’s own lipstick colors by combining lipstick shades.  I loved this lipstick line with a passion and at first it was Chocolate, then Rich Brown (which was actually red on me) was my go to lipstick, and now it’s Perfect Red.

With a little help from Rimmel’s London by Kate Moss lipstick line, specifically #01.  It’s a red these two colors combined give me the perfect red for my taste.

Rimmel Kate Moss Lipstick

So, let me explain the title of my post, as I was perusing through articles on lipstick earlier this week I came across this one by Jacqui Palumbo from CNN.  About how red lipstick has had a long history of defiance starting with the Suffragettes in the 1920’s.  When they marched by Elizabeth Arden’s newly opened boutique, Arden herself apparently gave the passing suffragettes tubes of red lipstick to wear. You can read the full article here.

Me at work
This is my perfect color red, both Perfect Red from Avon and Kate’s #01 combined. (Why does my face always look so fat…ugh)

So why a vamp? Oh let’s just say that when I began working at this university in the clerkship program the lipstick color I wore the most was red.  Or two of the colors I wore to make the one perfect color.  Then one day my director (a woman herself) asked me “Where do you buy your lipstick?”  I thought this was going to be an actual honest question because she liked the color.  I was wrong, she decided to let me know that the color I was wearing was inappropriate for my job.  She’s a beautiful but insecure older woman with trust issues because her second husband cheated on her with a Latina (she’s a white lady to clarify).

I told her that my lipstick color was actually two, and that I combine them to make my own unique color.  She looked at me up and down, with those criticizing eyes and said “Well maybe you should mute that color, it’s not appropriate for the clerkship.”  My smart-assy pants took over and I asked her “According to whom? You or medical education?”  She rolled her eyes at me and then I said “You know, what you just said might be misconstrued by someone with ultra-sensitivity as not only narcissistic but completely hostile. Maybe you might want to try a little red lipstick once in a while.”

She looked down at her clipboard, and without looking at me said “Red lipstick is for vamps and tramps” and walked down the hallway.  Well, if y’all know me at all you know that I was raging mad at this insensitive comment.  But, I maintained my professionalism and went about the day.  We were observing the 3rd year medical students in their simulation tests and had to walk from one observation room to another.  Each time passing each other in the hallway, and every time I passed this bitch, my anger grew.   We soon had to break for lunch, and apparently by this time she was in a better mood and walked over to me and said “So, where are we going to lunch?” and I told her I had to go to HR.

She asked why, and then I told her to file a complaint against her for the remark she made about the red lipstick.  Her green eyes grew wide, and she began to follow me down the hall as I walked away from her.  She ran to catch up to me and then reached for my shoulder to say “You aren’t really going to HR are you?  I mean, I meant it as a joke.”  I looked down at her (she’s a short bitch, about 4’11 or 5’ at the most) and said “A joke? Seriously you meant it as a joke?”

She began to laugh, as she put her newly engaged hand along with a huge piss yellow diamond engagement ring on her forehead, as in disbelief.  It was about four or five carat that her so-called fiancé bought because she pressured him into it, she also kept mentioning that it cost more than her Porsche to the med students, how tacky is that shit?

Dr. Lyn's ugly Piss Yellow engagement ring
Something close to this unsightly piss yellow engagement ring

She said that she hadn’t meant for it to come out that way.  I told her it sure as hell looked like she meant what she said, and that if she ever did it again I’d not only go to HR, I’d make sure that Medical Education knew about her derogatory comments.  She said “Derogatory? What? I never said anything to the like.” I repeated what she said, the whole “Red lipstick is for vamps and tramps” line and she laughed and repeated that it was a joke.

It made me even angrier, so got as close to her as I could and whispered “It’s not funny that you insinuated that I was a tramp, and if you do it again I will make sure you regret it.”  She looked up and me and said that I was threatening her.  I laughed (like she had previously) and said “Oh, it was a joke” and turned to leave.  Later on that day, on our last simulation exercise another director commented on her huge piss yellow diamond engagement ring.  Saying how big and beautiful it was.  I rolled my eyes as I checked off the students coming out of the observation room, and then the other director asked “Don’t you think it’s just beautiful, her ring?”

I mentally bitch slapped my boss, and it was great!

I answered not once turning around and said “That big old ugly, piss yellow thing? Ugh, no, diamonds that big are for insecure white women who have lost their ex-husband to a sexy Latina vamp.”  They both looked like I had caught them off guard by my response, I turned, laughed and walked towards the next observation room.

When I got back to my office I had a voicemail to call my current supervisor and when I did, she had offered me the job I have now.  I was ecstatic to say the least.  I marched right into the clerkship director’s office and gave my two weeks’ notice.   This vamp was leaving and taking my red lipstick with me, and I don’t regret one word of what I said.

This is the Huntress, over and out!


Great News!!! And a Confession…..Somewhat.

Okay y’all, this is going to be probably one of the shortest posts I’ve ever written but there’s a reason for that.  So, in the span of a few short months (okay the longest six months of my ENTIRE life) I’ve gone from being perfectly happy dealing with Female Sheldon, to her quitting, to finding out that a fucking crook (Baby Kermit) was being hired, although I didn’t know it at the time, dealing with her fucking, goddamned, incessant gerping, high pitched voice, annoying stomping walk, loud baby talk phone conversations, and finding her long ass hairs all over the goddamned bathroom floor, not to mention her god-awful bad breath.  And to top it all off, losing my work husband JP.  Now, the big cheese of bosses, our Vice President for Research announced his retirement effective this Friday.

I mean, seriously, he was the only VP I’ve worked for who went to bat for his people, he defended us, he praised us, he acknowledged us, he made each and every one of us feel like we meant something to him.  And now, he’s fucking retiring? The world is coming to an end as I know it, seriously it’s Huntressagedon and it’s not something I want to face….


But, wait THERE’S MORE!!  Ever since I was passed over for Female Sheldon’s job, I’ve been searching for jobs within our university.  I’ve applied, I’ve interviewed and I’ve gotten the “Thanks but No Thanks” emails……*Sigh*

This is of course until, low and behold my former work husband text me to ask if I’d be interested in a position in his new department.  I mean, what the literal fuck is he thinking asking a question like that?  Of COURSE I’M INTERESTED!!!  For so many reasons, but the biggest is GODDAMNED BABY KERMIT, I FUCKING HATE HER!! But for several other reasons that everyone reading this post might think.  Because back in October I wrote about Baby Kermit, where she came from and why she left.  If y’all haven’t read it, you can here.

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This was to cute not to share…but totes how I feel.

Well, about a week ago, a follow up to the Facebook post by Bob Moore (the reporter in the link I’ve posted above) came out with his full blown article on the investigation of Baby Kermit’s former university (and mine, my Alma mater no less ugh) but specifically the office where she had previously been for 22 fucking years!!! Sorry it still gets me all pissed off and wanting to punch her in her goddamned throat (maybe she’s stop gerping…hhmmmm I wonder…)

You can read the full, cringe-worthy, money funneling, careless financial, mishandling of federal and state fund debacle here.

El Paso Matters Danny Olivas Story

I, for the first time since getting my bachelor’s degree from here, am embarrassed and ashamed to call myself an alumni from what I once considered to be one of the most underrated universities in Texas.  I have this sneaking suspicion that Baby Kermit had something to do with this entire disaster.  Either knowingly or at the direction of the VP for Research over there, who is a motherfucking, asshole bastard, and yes, I did know him personally.  When I worked in the Dept of Engineering, he was the Dean of the College of Engineering.  He is an asshole misogynistic bastard, and according to some sources I still have over there, they asked him to retire.

In any case when JP text me I jumped at the chance to get the fuck out of here and said yes. I applied and I HAVE AN INTERVIEW TOMORROW Y’ALL!!!!!  Okay this post turned out to be longer than I expected but, I’m excited at the prospect to be getting the fuck away from here.  And maybe now my supervisors will see that when I’m gone, oh who am I kidding, they won’t care after I’m gone.  But on a lighter note, if I do get out of here, I may just throat punch Baby Kermit on my last day…..

This is the Huntress, over and out!



My Therapist Is A Genius, But I Sometime Hate That She’s Right

Last week I posted about Lestat the Emotional Vampire’s attempts at communication and how a dream that resulted from one of those voicemails came to be.  I went to go see my genius therapist Terri (which I’m starting to think she’s getting a swollen head because I keep telling her she’s a genius) interpreted that dream and told me what my subconscious was telling me.  So, she also mentioned that because I have daddy issues (y’all have no idea how hard that was to write) I fell for someone like Lestat in the first place.  So, here I am to write/post about my daddy issues because according to Terri, if I post about this it will be easier to accept it and move past it.  She also told me that she’s read my blog and that I cuss way to much but I’m like, as my blog states, it’s my blog and I can cry if I want to, or in this case cuss.  But as always, I digress….so, here I go.

According to Terri, daddy issues are psychological challenges that are posed to girls as young as five and as old as…..well into our late sixties or so that are often manifested by an abnormal relationship with one’s father. Such as an absent father, a father who only accepts or acknowledges their daughters/children when it’s convenient for them, which may manifest in trust issues, low self-esteem, and even sexual promiscuity. This comes about because as young girls, our fathers are the most important male figure in a girl’s life.  From the time we’re born to the time they die, they are the one man that we (supposedly) hold all other men in comparison to.

Darth Vader Daddy Issues meme

From the time I was born, I was always, somehow made to feel that I should have been a boy.  My parent’s firstborn should have been a boy, they weren’t prepared to have a girl, so from the time I could remember anything, I was treated like a boy.  That is, until my brother was born because after that, I was pretty much ignored until my brother turned out to be a dud and then all attention was back on me.

Let me explain in further detail, when I was born my parent’s had never chosen a girl’s name, or planned for a daughter in anyway shape or form.  They had no girls names picked out, so when they named me, they took my name from the comics The Archie’s, particularly Veronica Lodge.  My parents were living in San Bernardino California at the time and one of my uncles was really into that comic (yay, I’m named after a comic book character).  Anyway, as I grew they shortened my name so I went from Veronica, to Ronnie to Roni, then to just Ron.  For the entirety of my childhood (and growing up with mainly male cousins) I was known as Ron.  If we were together, they’d assume it was six boys, when in reality it was five boys and a girl.

Veronica Lodge image

As a kid, I never saw anything wrong with this, but then as an young girl, I went to school dressed in hand me down clothes (boys clothes) for the most part, overalls, jeans, football jerseys etc.  And it was in the fourth grade (when I had my first crush) that I realized I looked like a boy, and my crush didn’t want anything to do with me because of it.  So, I began to tell my mom I wanted “girl clothes” and she said “Oh, god girl clothes are so expensive!”

Frilly Little Girl

Yes, my mother said that to me, but she bought me girl clothes anyway.  She drove my down to JC Penny’s at the mall and bought me frilly dresses, socks with lace around the cuff, patent leather Mary Jane shoes, and most importantly, a girl’s winter coat.  Because up until then I was wearing a hand me down, green satin New York Jets bomber jacket that once belonged to one of my older cousins.

Satin Jacket pic
Something close to this and I wasn’t even a Jets fan!

So imagine my shock as I got to school the following week, actually looking like a girl, and getting ridiculed and made fun of for looking like a girl!  Now I think, those asshole bastards, seriously.  But back then I didn’t know what to think, and I was more confused than ever.  But moving on, as I grew my dad was always too busy to spend any quality time with my brother and I, and that resulted in being alone with a mentally unstable, narcissistic mother who was so self-absorbed that she saw me as competition for my dad’s affection.  Which made things even worse for me because my mom would lie to my dad about stuff I had done, said or intended to do.  She didn’t do this with my brother, but I think that’s because he was a boy.  Anyway, as I grew and began to show some signs of mediocre athletic interest or talent and began to play sports in junior high.  I was on the track and basketball teams, but always on the second string or alternates.  During the summer I’d play softball, which oddly enough turned out to be my best sport.  Because my dad was a great ball player when he was young I thought and expected for him to at least semi interested and attend my games.

tomboy meme
Seriously though, this is the one thing I can attribute being a tomboy to.

But as it turned out, both my parent’s didn’t think it was important enough that I was playing sports for them to show up like all the other girls parents did.  I wasn’t the only one, I’m just saying that there were three of us girls on all of the teams whose parent’s never showed any interest in us playing sports to come out and see us once in a while.  But when my brother began little league, they were at all his games.  My dad even coached one of his teams and then shit hit the fan, my brother got hit in the face with a baseball, had four stitches on the inside of his lip and grew scared of playing and never played again.  And the motherfucker was only nine!!  So, there went my dad’s dreams of honing a future major leaguer, and went back to his own baseball playing on the weekends.  Meanwhile I won (with my team okay) two city softball girls championships, and second place as a cross-country runner.

I told you so meme
My parent’s weren’t that smart to know this…

My dad was/is an alcoholic, but not an aggressive one, he was for the most part the passive one because my mom was a fucking lunatic.  She made all our lives hell and for the most part my dad saw his way out of being with a mentally unstable wife and mother was to work as much as possible, play baseball and drink until he was just too tired or drunk to deal with her.  My mother was (and sometimes is) a complete bitch.  My dad never acknowledged his kids or spent time with us, because he was too self-absorbed in his own way of numbing himself to my mother’s type of crazy, he just felt it was better to stay away from all of us.

My dad was absent both physically and emotionally, and that’s why Terri said I found traits like him in men like my stupid ex-husband and Lestat.  I told her that both of them were the exact opposite of what my dad was, but she explained that that is exactly why I held onto them as long as I did.  They were controlling, manipulative, egotistical and very passive-aggressive, and I had mentioned to her that they seemed more like my mother than my dad.  But she explained that because my dad was supposed to be the positive male figure from the time I was a baby, I found this in the men I was involved with and I was never able set any boundaries with these men because my dad never demonstrated any interest in me.  Therefore the so-called “daddy issues” began.  Then, she dropped the big bomb on me, she said I tended to seek out “emotional unavailable men” just like my dad.

Electra Complex meme
I’ll say……

Now that, I completely understood but never (and I do mean never) made that connection.  So when I began to see Terri and talk about Lestat and told her about him and his characteristics, habits and such.  She made that connection right away, but didn’t tell me until I told her recently about him trying to contact me again.  I asked her why she hadn’t said this to me when I began seeing her and she said that we had to work through one thing at a time.  And that getting myself ready to kick his ass to the curb (my words not hers) was the most important thing to do first.  Then we’d tackle my so-called “daddy issues” later on, because according to her it was best to get rid of Lestat before going into why I kept him around for so long than the other way around.

Okay, I give her that she’s a smart cookie for sure, and I’m all for her helping me.  After all I’m paying her to help me right? She’s going to see this comment and I’m sure she’ll have something to say about it.

In any case, after she pointed this out to me there I was, scanning back into my memories about the things that Lestat said and did that should have been obvious but I failed to see.  His controlling ways, his emotional manipulation, his caring then cold demeanor, and indifference.  He was, as Terri put it, emotionally unavailable and I didn’t see it.  It took me twenty fucking years of my life to finally see what and who he really was and then learn to love myself more than I loved him in order to cut cord with this selfish man and walk away.

Lestat meme
Yep, emotional vampires are definitely NOT dating material

But Terri did emphasize this, that I am over my daddy issues with Lestat because I chose to walk away from this egotistical, asshole, prick bastard.  That I’ve become an independent woman who knows how to get things done on her own instead of looking for a man to do/fix them for me.  But I got here by white knuckling it for twenty years, attempting relationship rehab so many times that I questioned whether or not I’d actually survive.  Struggling emotionally to figure out who I was and how I got to this point in my life.  But I did it, and I’m happy…..for now.  Until I can manage to buy a house that is.

As for my dad, I have no emotional ties to this man either, he’s just…dad.  He’s a selfish and now elderly man who needs my help because of his declining health and I’m finding it very hard to be the daughter both my parents want me to be.  I’ve let Terri know that I feel no other connection with my parents other than (hold on to your knickers here) they are the people who gave birth and raised me, without any love and affection.  And now, I feel the same towards them.  My brother on the other hand is a completely different story, but that’s a post for another time.

As for me, I tried to be the mother AND father to my boys that my parent’s never were.  I put them first, I made them the reason I existed, but without smothering them.  I taught them how to drive, shave, wash, cook, iron and respect women.  I taught them how to be men, without having a positive father figure myself.  So I think, in spite of my upbringing, I’ve done a pretty good job.  They did however, all inherit my sarcasm, now that it something that routinely comes back and bites me in the ass.  But I’m okay with that, if that’s the worst characteristic they’ve shown, then I’m okay with it.  Until I have grand-kids that is….then I’ll get my revenge, lol.

Random Thought of the Day

Using a damp beauty blender to apply ALL your makeup is a bad idea…..


Well it is for mature skin, it’s only good for foundation.  But I tried that method this morning and now I look like I have caked on makeup and look like Tammy Faye Baker, and feel like I have plastered on makeup and everyone can see it…..I can’t wait to get home and wash my face….

Plastered Pic

This is the Huntress, over and out!


When Your Subconscious is Telling You, You’ve Made The Right Decision

It’s been……well hell, I can’t remember the last blog post about Lestat, and as Martha Steward would say, “That’s a good thing!”

Martha It's a Good Thing meme

Anyway, I’ve had my therapy sessions with my amazing therapist Terri, and we’ve gone over several other issues in my life, one of which she brought to my attention only recently about how I, had severe daddy issues hence why I chose Lestat as the man to hang onto for so long.  Believe me, I was floored when she pointed that out, and she had examples too, like a goddamned Power Point presentation and shit, but that’s a post for another time.

This post is about dreams and our subconscious, and how at times we fail to see things, clues and signs if you will from our daily lives. That’s our subconscious kicks (I emphasize the kick) in when we are at rest to let us know that we in fact, have made the right decisions.  I have had, in the last three months, some pathetically meager attempts by Lestat to get in contact with me.  He can’t try to call or text me via my personal cell phone because I have him blocked.  And he isn’t technologically astute enough to try and find my work email because unless it has to do with porn, he won’t look online to fine that either.  So he’s resorted to leaving me voicemails at work, because he’d memorized my work phone number or he was able to access this from his contacts list.  In any case, I’ve had several short voicemail messages from him telling me he misses me, that he wished I’d just talk to him or that even a short text message would do, to make him feel better.

Lestat gif
No need, I already know your a lying, cheating, scumbag douche

Did you hear that?  To make HIM feel better, all this time or should I say the entire time we were together it was always about HIM.  There has never been a time when it’s been about me or us, my entire twenty years with him had always been about HIM, how HE felt, how HE wanted things and how I HURT his stupid ass.  It never ceases to amaze me how narcs think…….about themselves…..always.

Lestat dying gif
Well, that was before, but now, meh….

Well, because I refuse to deal with him in any shape or form, I found out how to send his number direct to voicemail so when and if he does keep calling, I won’t see it.  Any communication on my part is detrimental to my relationship sobriety, I can’t risk opening communication with him whatsoever because I know him too well.  He’ll try to explain all kinds of shit and even though I’m no longer in love with him, as my therapist put it, I’m not out of the woods just yet.  She explained that being on this relationship sobriety is extremely important because of the dysfunctionality (yes this is a word, I just made up) of what we had together might still come into play if I communicate with him.

And I understand her concerns since I believe I am no longer a sucker for his charm and bullshit.  But anyway, onto my subconscious and the warning it gave me, so as mentioned I got a short, very emotional voicemail on Friday afternoon, and all it said was (in his breathy-I don’t know what to say-type voice) “Damn! I miss you so much” and then hung up.  I listened to it, deleted it and went about my day.  Which meant that I changed here at work to go run with a friend after wards.  Seriously, he really does think I’ll be a sucker for his smooth talk.

But after my short run, I got home and I felt emotionally and physically exhausted.  So I took a shower, had some herbal tea, watched my Friday night shows (Dateline/NBC and 20/20/ABC) and went to bed.  On Saturday I woke up from a horrible dream, and thought to myself the stupid voicemail triggered this episode of subconscious drama.  I had a dream that I was at some sort of social event with tons of people and food.  I was all dolled up for some reason, wearing a floor length, off one shoulder cocktail dress in the only color I can describe as “Tiffany Blue.”  You know, the color of the gift boxes from Tiffany’s?

Tiffany Blue gown

That in itself is weird as fuck, but I digress.  I schmoozed with people and said hi to apparently friends I recognized and then it happened, in my dream Lestat was there, staring at me, but at his side he had a very young twenty or thirty-something girl.  She looked excited, and as mentioned very young, of course I knew this wasn’t his wife because that bitch looks like Fiona Shrek.  He stared at me as he leaned in to give her a kiss on the lips.  But he wouldn’t break his stare and I turned around and talked with a couple of other friends from my dream.  All through the night of that celebration (in my dream) I was happy and carefree, all the while Lestat and Gidget (that’s what I’m calling his imaginary girlfriend in my dream) were always within eyesight of where I was.  And he’d always make sure that I’d see him kiss her, put his hand on her back, or hug her and all the times he’d be doing this, he’d turn around to see if I was watching him.  In my relationship with him, he did this twice to me when I’d break up with him to try and pursue a serious relationship with someone else.  He’d show up with some young barfly, whom I found out later on he paid to “escort” him to some place he knew I’d be.

It’s a desperate ploy that both men and women use to try and stir up emotions of jealousy, hate or dismay from their former partner.  In my dream I found myself walking around in my beautiful Robin’s egg colored gown, with a champagne flute in my hand talking and laughing with other people, ignoring Lestat and his desperate ploy for my attention.  At the end of my dream I walked up a huge flight of ornate stares, they were white marble with veins of silver and gold throughout (hell, I’m amazed at the fact that I remember this small intricate detail from a flight of stairs in my dream) and the banisters were wood painted white with gold trim.


I held onto the banister with one hand and my gown with the other as I turned to look down at the crowd below, with people whisping by me going up and down the stairs.  I looked down and saw Lestat with Gidget, she was smiling and talking to people around her, and Lestat just looked up at me, his face completely devoid of expression as I walked up to God knows where in this place in my dream.  And I just looked past him, at other people I recognized, smiled waved goodbye and as I did, Lestat walked away from Gidget and left her there in the crowd among strangers.  I could see him walk out a huge glass door with wrought iron work, out into the night and I felt a sense of relief somehow.


Well in my dream I felt it, when I woke up Saturday morning I was pissed as hell because I hate dreaming about shit like that.  Anyway, yesterday I went to go see my therapist, and I told her about my dream, as always very calm she wrote in her pad, as she held her personalized silver engraved pen to her lips.  She closed her pad and said to me, “Other than being angry when you woke up, and the fact that you remembered such detail about your dream.  Do you know what this dream might signify?”

Okay am I the only one that sees a cloud with horns?

I told her I did not, and that I too was surprised at all the small details about my dream, the color and style of my dress, the ornate stare case, the large glass and wrought iron doors, the banister, the champagne glass I was holding.  People I felt I knew in my dream but didn’t recognize when I woke up.  The smell of my favorite perfume (Calvin Klein’s Woman) and the way I walked up the stairs holding my beautiful gown.

She looked at me, sat back in her new over-sized chair, and cleared her throat to say “Well, I’m going to tell you what it means.  The stairs themselves represent the fact that you are making progress.  The fact that you’re climbing up them is in itself important because it means your progressing towards a higher sense of self awareness.  But the fact that you describe these stairs as being white marble with veins of silver and gold is that you are determined to achieve your goals and that Lestat is no longer one, or even a factor in your life.  You’re wearing a blue evening gown in your dream means you’ve found peace with yourself and situation.  Ignoring Lestat and….what did you call her? Oh Gidget, in your dream means that you are already moving past any attempts he is trying to make to get your attention.  So you see, you are almost at the point to where your relationship sobriety will hit its pinnacle.  Him being there with someone younger, to make you jealous is a vain attempt by him to try and regain what he had with you, some sort of mid-life crisis that he is still having and that he’s now realized that you are the only women that paid attention to him the way you did.  He isn’t getting that from anyone else.  In your dream he’s walking away from Gidget and out those big, ornate doors because you have made up your mind that he is no longer important to you.  It was really you walking out of his life, not the other way around.  And the champagne glass you were holding, well that’s because you’ve mentioned you like champagne and that one day you will find yourself with everything you’ve worked so hard to achieve.”

Lestat poisoned

I opened my mouth to say something but then she added, “Oh also, your subconscious is telling you, no reminding you of what kind of man Lestat is, in case you’ve forgotten.  It’s telling you that no matter what, he’ll always be a cheating, unfaithful man no matter who he’s with or how much he proclaims he loves you.”  I looked at her, feeling kind of skeptical of what she had just said, because she’s a psychiatrist not a dream interpreter, but I found that she was spot on about how I felt.  She told me that every dream I have about Lestat now was only triggered by him trying to contact me. 

She asked me about forgiveness, and I responded with “Forgiveness? Who’s forgiveness?” She said if I had ever considered forgiving Lestat for everything he had done to me.  I told her that I had thought about this very subject just the week before.  I told her that driving home one day I was listening to the song by Don Henley called Heart of the Matter, and in it there’s a line that goes, “But I think it’s about forgiveness, forgiveness, even if, even if you don’t love me anymore.”

Heart of the Matter lyrics

And she looked at me, cocked her head to one side and said “Yes, go on….” And I told her that if and this is a big if, Lestat were to ask for my forgiveness I’d might consider it.  But, because I know him so well, he’s not capable of asking for it because he doesn’t believe he did anything wrong.  So therefore, I’m not open to forgiving him, if he himself isn’t willing to reflect and accept all those years of what he put me through was wrong, because deep down he honestly believes he has absolutely no blame.

Harley Quinn meme

I asked why she thought only 95% immune to him, because I mean after all it wasn’t like I was about to throw away the entire 17 months of Lestat rehab on one voicemail message.  She said that it takes longer than the 17 months I had read about, because it only applied to relationships that weren’t as long as mine.  Which I suppose made some sense, and I took her gold nuggets of wisdom with me as I left her office, satisfied in the fact that I have one hell of a great therapist.  Also because I’ve come this far in getting away from a self-centered, narcissistic, selfish, self-absorbed man, who only used me for as long as I allowed him to.  I accept that, she’s making sure that I’m where I need to be and that’s as far away from Lestat and his charm and bullshit where it’s no longer kryptonite for me.  I think I’m almost there, but she’s being extra careful and I appreciate that.  So dreams have meaning, and now that I know that every dream I’ve had with every attempt that Lestat’s made in the last year or so have triggered my unconscious reminding me that he, the man I believed at one point was the love of my life, no longer is a factor in mine and I’ve come farther than even I thought I had.

Louis Interview Vampire

Here’s a song that I believe is an embodiment of my emotional state.  Not just at the moment, but for the majority of my adult, without Lestat, no settling life.  I love Ani DeFranco, she’s one of the most underrated female artists out there.  I don’t consider myself a pretty girl, damsel in distress or waiting for my knight in shining armor.  Because we all know how that turned out, right?  In any case, I think I’m almost there in my Lestat rehab, but according to Terri, I’m hitting the hate stage hard.  But that’s okay with me.

Not a Pretty Girl by Ani DeFranco

P.S I got to work on today and found yet another short voicemail and it said, “Even a go fuck yourself text would work.”  And I’m thinking, no, no he wouldn’t want ME to give him a go fuck yourself text.  Because, I’m not going to be nice or pretend to be cordial in any communication with him.  I think he’d be surprised to know how I’ve evolved in how I feel about him.  Hearing that I’m over him, and how I think of him now would probably come as a surprise to his narc ass.

This is the Huntress915, over and out!



Without darkness, there is no light

Pain and heartache will always subside

To bring forth relief and calm

Vector set full and broken hearts with aid band.

Without struggle, there is no success

Trials and tribulations make the soul strong

Healing and discipline are the gold we seek

Stuggling photo

Without stumbling we can never run

To fail and return with scrapped knees

Only then will we learn our inner strength

Inner demon meme

Without the pain of our past, our future is uncertain

To suffer of the heart and soul is to truly heal

To accept our failures, we will be able to live life uncompromising and free

2013 © Christopher Martin



Is The Huntress Too Critical Of Her Friends? Or Am I Just Averse to Self-Induced Bullshit?

I’ve written about my friend Veronica, she doesn’t read my blog because she can never find it despite me sending her the link like a thousand and one times (just another little annoying thing that bugs me about her).  Anyway, this past week was a test of the will for me and my friendship with her.  The last time around it was because of her being gaslit, or gaslighted or gassed (however you want to spell it) by her now ex-boyfriend.  But the more time I spend with her the more I realize that it’s her, not me, and that may sound pretty self-absorbed.  But, when you realize that your best friend latches onto you because she has no boyfriend or significant other in her life, I think that’s when you have a problem.

Negative Characteristic #1 – Neediness, it’s annoying as hell, and I’ve never been like this because I had a narcissistic, needy mother.  I actively have tried my entire adult life to do for myself so I wouldn’t come off clingy, needy or to drain someone of their will.  I just can’t, and won’t do that.  My mother was too absorbed in her self-induced crisis to show or help me as a teen age mom, or at all for that matter. And when she did try to do something for me, she turned it around and made everything about her.

Too Needy Friend

So, of course needy people put me off, and sometimes it takes a while for me to realize the extent of their neediness until it’s too late and I want to bash their head in against the hood of their car.  I’m getting off track her, so, on Thursday my friend gets invited out to dinner with someone she met a couple of months ago.  At around 11:15am I begin to get text messages from her asking what she should wear on that date.  I’m like, wear what you fucking want (I really did put it that way) it’s not rocket surgery to pick out an outfit.  Well, apparently it is, because she asked if I could go over to her house after work to help her put together an outfit.  The thing is, she’s needy as hell but can’t pick up on social or emotional cues that she sometimes overreacts to a lot of things?! Needless to say, I did not go to her house to help her pick out an outfit for this date.

It’s like she has to have constant validation, from someone, that all her decisions are the right ones.  I have no idea how she’s made it through her 56 year old life this far with that kind of mindset.  It’s bewildering to be honest, not to mention extremely annoying.

Negative Characteristic #2 – The Damsel in Distress act she has going on, it’s really getting on my nerves. We both work in higher education, in different universities, she also deals with the submission of grants, funding and everything that goes with it.  Last week I get an email from her, sounding desperate as hell and then she asks me if I know how to use EndNote.  Which is a reference/citation software she NEEDS to use because her boss is asking her to use it. I tell her that I do know how to use it, I used it a lot when I was getting my Master’s and writing research and academic papers.  As soon as I said I knew how, she calls me begging me to see if I could go to her office during lunch and show her how to use it.  Her office is just down the street from where I work, but I’m not about to spend my lunch hour showing her how to use software that she could learn in that hour by watching a YouTube video or two.  Seriously, when I had to use it I didn’t know how to either, but you know who showed me?  ME…..I SHOWED ME HOW TO USE IT!!

Slap You Meme

I got online, downloaded the step by step manual and saw about four or five YouTube videos and that’s how I learned.  What is so hard about finding out yourself how to do something?!?!  It’s aggravating! Okay, I’m composing myself *breathe, breathe*……..anyway I sent her an email with step by step instructions and a couple of YouTube videos.  I don’t know if she’s taken that as a “No, I’m a grown adult, so are you, fucking learn how to do shit yourself” kind of hint.

Negative Characteristic #3 – She can attract a man, but isn’t able to keep them around, why?  I’ll tell you why, because she’s the kind of person who has her….attitudes mixed up.  I have no other way to put it, so let me try to explain.  She’s 56 years old, has been married and divorced twice, she owns her own house, has a good job that pays very well.  She drives an almost new car, but…..has credit card debt up the ass, she’s a cheapskate like you can’t imagine.  And she’s kind of fucked up when it comes to men.  In October, she went to lunch and found a note on her windshield from a guy who had seen her the day before.  He left a note saying something to the effect…”Hi, my name is Marc, and I saw you getting out of your car and I had to just let you know how beautiful you are.  I’m not a stalker or anything like that.  I’m ex Navy, I’m currently a student and if you’d like to talk to me here’s my number so please call or text me.  I’d really like to meet you.”  If someone has to tell you they’re not a stalker, they’re probably a stalker.

Shit like this happens to her all the time, she gets approached by men everywhere she goes.  Back to Marc the non-stalker, so she texts him, they meet for coffee ONCE and then she’s all in love.  They keep talking or should I say texting because this mofo doesn’t call to talk to her. He starts to show up uninvited to her house, which would really get on my last nerve.  He never asked her out on a “real” date, like to dinner or a movie.  She said he only kept talking about it but never followed through.

Crazy to Everyone Else

Then, after a dinner at his apartment, and a couple of his relatives dying on him and her supporting him through these so called family issues, he shows up a couple of more times unannounced at her house.  Once while I was there,  I quickly left to leave them alone, even though I was annoyed as fuck but hey, it’s not my place to say anything (yes you did hear that right).  She also happens to belong to a book club, they meet at different places once a month.  This last time they met at a hotel called The Indigo, which has an awesome bar and restaurant.  So after this, he tracks her via Facebook and then accuses her of cheating, can you believe that?  This motherfucker had the nerve to accuse her, of cheating, just because she checked in at the Indigo.  Then, a couple of hours later, he breaks up with her, and this is where I wanted to fucking kill her.

She decides she needs to explain, and continuously texted Marc the Loser, and he would respond with “Leave me alone.”  Or “I don’t want to talk right now” and how do I know this?  Because she showed me the texts, and then she called him, which of course he didn’t answer.  But seriously, she called him over fifteen, FIFTEEN TIMES!! And text him over twenty-one, because she HAD to explain to this loser why she was at the Indigo!!  She did this same thing with her ugly ass ex-BF, Humpty-Hump!  The one that was gaslighting her!! She didn’t have to explain anything to him and yet she persisted.

Maybe I'm the Problem meme
I really hate Taylor Swift, but this meme really does explain my friends behavior with men.

She becomes this wishy-washy, spineless, nothing but annoying, crying, whiny, clingy woman.  Then she wonders why they don’t want to talk to her again?!?!  Because it always comes to that, then when she’s in between relationships she has the nerve to say “I’m not the one that has to impress them, they have to impress me.”  And I want to grab her by her long black hair and beat her face in until it’s unrecognizable!!!  Because, of course you have to impress, it goes both ways!!!  Relationships are a two-way street, its neither him nor I, it’s both of us, and if she keeps thinking like that, she’s going to be alone for the rest of her life.  She insists that she isn’t the one that needs to put any effort into impressing a man that PURSUED her.  Which brings me to…

Negative Characteristic #4 – Passive Aggressive Narcissism.  When I say she attracts men left and right, I’m not lying.  It happens all the time, when we’re out together having margaritas after work, when we go listen to our favorite local band, when we’re having breakfast at IHOP, you name it, men come up to her to ask if she’s single and if they can have her number.  She’s been married and divorced twice as previously mentioned.  But she’s never had children, and she looks younger than I do, which in itself is aggravating.

So, she goes on a lot of first, second and third dates, but they never result in anything because of her attitude of “I’m not the one that has to impress” so they drop her after they talk to her for a couple of dates, realizing the kind attitude she has.  Then she spends the next couple of weeks crying and asking me “What’s wrong with me?”

Let men Do the Work meme

And I always answer her with “Do you really want me to tell you or do you want me to tell you what you want to hear?”  I’ve told her several times why these men don’t turn into serious relationships.  But it goes in one ear and out the other, so I don’t try anymore.  I just sigh and shake my head, not telling her what I really want to and that’s “What’s wrong with you is, you’re a fucking spaz! You’re needy and fucking annoying and when these men get to know you they run back to their moms asking why women like you roam the fucking earth?!”

Narcist Worst Nightmare meme

Then her passive aggressiveness kicks in and she says “You’re so lucky you don’t have that problem my friend.  You’re better off because you don’t have to go through what I go through.”  I tell her that I am lucky, because if I were a man, and met her and got to know her, I’d fucking join the priesthood.  She just looks at me, laughs and says “Oh stop it” thinking it’s a damned joke.  She also gets a jab in there as to why men don’t approach me when we’re together, and this is going to sound so unbelievably cruel, so….”Some material may be inappropriate to some readers, reader discretion is advised.”

My BFF at 80 meme

She actually told me once that she thinks the reason I look older than her, when she’s clearly older, is because (are you ready for this?) I have had children, that I’ve had three pregnancies and that is why I look the way I do.   She told me they drain the body of necessary hormones to be able to maintain our youth.  Calmly I looked at her, while drinking my pitcher of margaritas and said “Well, my friend, that may be true, but at least I won’t grow to be an old spinster with no friends and only my dog to keep me company because I have three boys, and they are what I will have, even if I don’t meet anyone else or remarry anytime soon. I know my children will flourish, get married and have kids and continue my bloodline.”

Then she has the fucking nerve to cry and tell me how I could say that to her knowing that she can’t have kids.  Needless to say, I don’t feel sorry for her one bit, and I tell her the truth, because if you’re my friend, I am honest about everything.  Including our friendship, and I told her that beauty is only skin deep, but emotional intelligence runs so much deeper than superficial beauty, anyone will see that, and men, especially smart men will realize that.

Hypocrite Friend meme

I have to also mention that I stopped taking her calls because I’d always answer her, but when I’d call, she’d ignore me, and send my call to voicemail.  Then she claimed she “never got my call.”  Which I know happens sometimes, but come on, not all the fucking time.  I only answer now when I feel like answering, then I get the feeling sorry for myself drama from her, and once I just hung up on her.  She called me back and said we’d gotten disconnected and I said “No, I just hung up on you because I’m not in the mood to deal with your needy ass right now” and she got offended, wow…….she got offended….ugh.

So, I’m on the verge of cutting cord on yet another friendship, which will leave me with two IRL and a couple of blogger friends.  I’m just too old to deal with stupid shit and self-induced drama from anyone, let alone my friends, when they tend to create it themselves and for me when I’m with them.

So, does this make me overly critical of my friend? Or is this common sense kicking in and letting my gut tell me that this is too much for me to undertake in a friendship?

This is the Huntress,  Over and Out.


What Is It That They Say About Assumptions? Oh, Right That You’re An Ass For Assuming That You Know ANYTHING About Me…..

Work has been crazy, I’m talking super crazy, like Harley Quinn in Suicide Squad, carry a baseball bat, custom chrome revolver in your gun holster, hold my water bottle full of vodka while I tell you what I think of you, crazy.  Assumptions are something I don’t like to make myself, but yet most of us do it at the drop of a hat, all because of what someone says, how they dress, their likes or dislikes, all that nonsense.  And, well professionally it can go both ways and I’m going to explain why.

common sense meme

I work in an office of sponsored projects, which means a group us works with faculty members and their proposals for external funding for their research.  We try to steer them in the right direction in many ways.  Such as editing of their written proposals, reading sponsor guidelines (because believe me, most of them don’t) to keep within what the sponsor requires or allows.  But a big chunk of what we do is work with budgets, how to get them within sponsor maximum amounts, indirect costs, allowable expenditures etc.  But, within the last year we’ve had another office/department stick their dirty little, money grubbing, uneducated fingers in our sponsored project business.  I’ll call this department, the department of Bernie Madoff, and for the most part they are in charge of our university’s brand, logo, how it’s used, when and where it should be used and by whom.  They are also in charge of fundraising for the university from alumni, community leader and others that wish to donate to the university.

Bernie Madoff meme

They are a group, for the most part, of stupid people who can’t define a sponsored project from a donation or gift.  The two “top” people come from a University in a near by state that shall remain nameless, and their experience combined is about……….NIL! One of the people who works for them is someone I worked closely with in the past, and she is probably the only sane and remotely educated one out of all the office.  She, through no fault of her own, has to be associated with this group of idiots because she works there.  She helps with grants that are submitted through our university’s foundation, because “they” believe that if it’s a donation, their office should be the one to submit that proposal on behalf of the faculty member and institution.  This is done to boost their “donation” numbers and this was implemented by the previous Vice-Chancellor.  Before I go on, I will give a little background on the previous Vice-Scammer, because they scam people into giving to the foundation so they can say they’ve met their fundraising goals.  Her name is not important, but she believed that anything that resembled a “donation” would boot their offices numbers and my managing director agreed.  But my director said she would decide if it was a worthy of Bernie’s department’s involvement in the submission.

Well that quickly spiraled out of control when the former Vice-Scammer decided to take control over a lot of the submissions despite our office trying to stop her.  It was financial train wreck, and now it’s headed downhill, full speed ahead.  In any case, the former Scammer was promptly fired when they found she was embezzling funds from the foundations donations.  Yep, she was stealing money from the donated funds to purchase things like designer purses, shoes and other personal items.  She was fired from her position, and was walked out of her office by campus police without allowing her to gather her things other than her purse and whatever she had on.  She was banned from ever setting foot on campus again and was told she had to resign instead of it getting out she was getting fired.  Why they did that for her to save face is beyond me?  She was also ordered to repay what she stole in order to avoid having charges brought against her.

Madoff Ponzi meme
This is exactly how I see this stupid office and almost all of it’s people.

She agreed to everything, and I’m thinking she wasn’t prosecuted because she happens to be closer personal friends with one of the Board of Regents and prominent business owner here in town who helped bring this medical school to El Paso.  So, back to the current Vice-Scammer, she and her entire office, who believe that they have a say in what we, in office say and do.  I’ve already made several enemies in that office because of my “strong” character.   One of them happens to be the managing director, who was recruited by the current Vice-Scammer from her previous university near by, not saying which one but close.

Karen Walker meme

He’s a horrid person all around, he has NO experience in what we do, but feels free to constantly question out methods and work.  So let me give a bit of information on this so called “professional writer” and fundraising, piece of shit, asshole prick, mother-fucking narcist.  He, is a published author, but that doesn’t mean he’s a good writer.  I looked up his books, and he is a “dark fiction” writer.  And yet, his professional writing leaves something to be desired.  I read a proposal he supposedly edited for one of our faculty members and there were so many grammatical errors it wasn’t even funny.  Anyway, I won’t mention the names of his 7 books but one has a character who is a narcist, and having issues with his daughter.  I’ll call him Jar-Jar Binks, because of the hatred for this character and all that he does and stands for.  Because his ego is incredibly over-inflated and this is perpetuated by the Vice-Scammer, he thinks he can talk down to everyone in our office, and his rude attitude also shows up in emails as well.

Level of Incompetence meme
Seriously, Jar-Jar Binks of this office is a joke….

Because of all the friction between our offices, the President’s office had to get involved, and there have been a series of meetings with our office, the office of scamming for funds and two other accounting offices and the office of audit.  Yes, it’s gotten that out of hand and all because of Jar-Jar and the Vice-Scammer.  Oh, yeah and a woman they recruited from a local non-profit that has many years of “fundraising” under her belt.  Under her big, fat, loud eating, slurp-drinking, food in her mouth, nasal-talking, whiny ass belt!  She reminds me of Roseanne Bar, only less attractive.  I’ll call her….Roseanne, because of these three inept people we’ve come to a head and our office is getting tired of them meddling in our daily business.  So, we had a meeting with all the people mentioned above.   When the meeting began, we (all of us) were civil, and I was trying real hard to keep my mouth shut as they (Jar-Jar and Roseanne) were attempting to give us their reasoning as to why, they should approve OUR WORK.

Coworker meme

After 45 minutes, it was clear we were getting nowhere and both my directors were beginning to fray.  And, we just found out our director is expecting, and she’s the sweetest person I could have ever worked with.  So, sitting there listening to all the stupid gibberish and seeing that my director was beginning to stress out.  I looked over at one of my co-workers and she nodded like saying, “Please, whatever you do or say, don’t piss anyone off.”  But, hell, you know me, and I actually took her silent plea and didn’t say anything.  But as Jar-Jar and Roseanne kept on about how they have the “right” to see what we submit because half of it is, as they put it, donations and gifts, I finally lost it.  I finally broke my silence and asked “Excuse me, do you know the definition between a gift and or donation and a grant?”

They looked at me and Jar-Jar responded “That’s irrelevant here, because your office……” and then I interrupted again and said “I see, so no one in your office knows the definition, right?”  Then Roseanne smugly asked me “Well, do you?” and I said “Yes, I sure do.  A gift is an unrestricted amount of funds that can be used at the discretion of the recipient.  And a grant is restricted amount solicited for the specific purpose of utilizing those funds according to the sponsor’s guidelines that are bound by an agreement, budget, financial reporting and a timeline.”

Hating Everyone Equal meme

Then Jar-Jar laughed and said “Did you just make that up?” and Roseanne joined in the mocking as I finally felt the last of my ever fraying rope snap.  My directors were both angry at these idiots dismissal of what I had just said.  And before they could answer to either of them I said “No, I don’t make things up, I’m not a so-called professional writer of dark fiction, I only present facts” and Jar-Jar turned red with anger.

IA Brain meme

I could see his eyes throwing virtual darts my way as I sat in my chair, with a smirk on my face.  Then the Vice-Scammer said “Well okay we need to keep things professional here” as she turned my way and continued “I’m sure you can try and do that can’t you?”

Harley don't give a fuck meme
All I heard from the Madoff office was, blah, blah, blah, blah…..

I looked at her and responded with, “Of course I can, and I shouldn’t have lowered myself to your staff’s level since they are the epitome of unprofessional, as constantly proven in their communication with our office.”  She looked at her staff and that’s when my director said “We need to find a solution to working with each other.”  For the remaining two hours (yes it was a long, long day) I maintained my professionalism, and they strained themselves to do so as well.  Although I could see it was hard for them on their stupid faces, trying to speak but no doing so for fear of a quick retort from my office.

Non of Your Business meme

After our meeting both my directors asked to speak with me and I thought for sure I was going to get fired for speaking out of place.  Because after all, I was rude to the Vice-Scammer, the managing director and director corporate relations. She’s more like the director of horrid table manners and line snorting the mini muffin basket that was on the conference table between us.  NO, I’m not fat shaming her, because I don’t like her it’s different.  She’s a narcist, half-wit that thinks she knows everything who happens to be overweight.  If she was a nice person I’d never think of her in that manner.  BUT I DIGRESS….

Inept Coworker meme

Both my directors were kind and they said that I might need to take some anger management, and I looked at them and (in a nice way) said “I don’t need anger management, I manage my anger very well, that’s what I do in situations like today’s.  I manage my anger at the very point of it beginning to boil over.  I say what’s in my head and I never take work anger home with me.”  My direct supervisor laughed and said “I know you do, and what you said was not only the truth and well deserved but maybe next time, you can tone it down just a tad?”  I was like, okay but I’m sure from now on I won’t be sitting in on many of those meetings.

What doesn't kill you meme

Assumptions about these people and of course their arrogant manner, I have no other impression than the one they made on me and coworkers.  And I’m sure they’re assumption of us was, at one point, that we knew our shit. The entire experience was annoying and stressful, and conjured feelings of coworkercide and torture (them not us) not to mention Baby Kermit’s CONSTANT throat clearing!! This made me think that these asshole pricks from the Madoff office definitely saw us as inept.  I was beyond angry, I wanted to just turn to Baby Kermit and yell out at her “Will you fucking desist already?!!?  Do you not know how fucking annoying that shit is?!?!”

punch coworkers meme
Technically, I only feel this way about Baby Kermit…..

But I didn’t, I just sat there as those asshole pricks looked at her like the bitch had horns on her head, covered in green skin and boogers coming out of her fucking nose.  I was not only pissed, I was embarrassed as well.  After trying to make them see that, no we didn’t need their input, and we know how to do our jobs, Baby Kermit and her operatic throat clearing made us look like fucking idiots, because she did it almost every other minute during the dialog between our offices.  And everyone would stop and look at her, but she never looked up and kept taking notes on her pad, like no one would notice that annoying noise coming out of her fucking, piehole!

Piehole meme

Not to mention her high pitched voice when she answered questions.  She talks like a fucking fifth grader, with the constant….Um…yes, but…um….well….we could see about that….but um….

By the end of this meeting, I wanted to fucking kill her just as bad as I wanted to kill Jar-Jar, Roseanne and Vice-Scammer.  To drag their lifeless bodies wrapped in tarps into the drainage system behind the university and watch their bloody corpses roll down the hill into the puddle of sewage.  Yes, including Baby Kermit, that bitch has stomped on my last fucking nerve with her throat clearing!  Now, just for the record it’s not normal throat clearing. It’s an annoying, loud bullfrog, raspy throat clearing!

Not killing my coworkers meme

Needless to say, I was in dire need of a couple of bottles of wine to get me through the weekend before I walked into the office this morning.

Monday Morning pew pew meme

Remember, keep your friends close and your enemies on deep freeze until you can find a place to bury them where no one will find them.

P.S This has nothing to do with my post, but I saw Birds of Prey this weekend and found there’s a character called Huntress, not “The” Huntress but Huntress and she seemed like a woman hell bent on revenge……..I liked her.  But did you think I wouldn’t?

Birds of Prey Huntress meme
I really need to find a crossbow, you know to keep on my desk at work

P.S.S I had a dream that I was married to Chris Pratt…….it must have been the three bottles of wine I had on Friday night…..I’m not complaining.

Chris Pratt meme

This is the Huntress,  Over and Out.



Sarcastic Children and Their Misconceptions About……… Everything.

I’m sure those of you that have kids have encountered or have been in conversations with them while they were little and the things that are in their heads are just………..awesomely weird.  I have three boys (men now) but when they were growing up they were each a handful.  So when they’d decide to get together and combine their shenanigans, in what I’d call a verbal tag team of sarcasm.  Which at times had me at the end of my ever fraying rope!

Frogs are NOT Tampons……

My youngest was always an adventurer, he’d wander out during rainy days to go find worms, frogs and all kinds of buggy, little squirmy things to bring back to me.  Well apparently one day while my two older boys were insulting each other they called each other douche bags and tampon lovers (they’re boys go figure).  They must have been around eleven and nine years old respectively.  My youngest was about four, and very impressionable at that, this kid would never forget a damned thing I said or did.  And believe me he’d call me on it, but I digress.  One day we had just left the dentist office as all three of them had their annual checkup and cleanings and we were on our way back to the east-side, looking for someplace to eat lunch.  At the time I had a 2002 Red Mustang, and all four of us were in the car, and they began to get loud, then louder and then an all-out fight began, name calling, yelling, my oldest telling me to tell my middle son to stop being a smart ass.  My middle son telling me to tell my oldest to stop being a douche…..and on and on.


I was, to say the least ready to snap as I had promised them I’d take them to lunch after we’d finished with the dentist.  I yelled out at all of them, telling them I’d leave them by the side of the road if they didn’t stop it and shut up!  And my middle son said “Okay mom, maybe someone can buy me lunch because you’re starving your kids by driving so slow.”  And my baby yelled at him saying “Don’t yell at my momma you big tampon!”  We were all caught off guard, there was silence, and then laughter and my middle son said to him “Shut up butt face, you don’t even know what a tampon is!”

My baby turned around and in his innocent, baby like voice he said “Ah-ha, I do so know what a tampon is, it’s a little baby frog that is born in the puddles after it rains, you big tampon!”

Bert and Ernie meme

My oldest and I were trying to hold in our laughter but it was too much because that’s when we realize that my youngest son, the adventurer, the one that never forgot anything I’d tell him thought a tampon was a tadpole and it was hilarious!”  I laughed all the way to Sonic, because there was no way in hell I was going take these three boys into a restaurant acting the way they were.

Stigmata isn’t an Eye Condition….

My oldest was about fourteen years old when I had to take him to the eye doctor so he could get a checkup have his eye glass prescription checked and adjusted.   It seemed like we’d waited for hours, and it was only myself and my two oldest boys because my middle one had a doctor’s appointment earlier in the day because his throat was bothering him.  He’s the impatient, smart-ass, sarcastic one (I wonder where he gets that from?) and was beginning to whine about the wait.  After my oldest walked out of the eye doctor’s exam room, the doctor told me that his prescription only needed to be slightly adjusted and that he was fine.

I thanked the doctor, paid and went to go look for frames for my oldest son.  About half an hour later as we made our way down I-10 (headed to lunch again) with my oldest in the passenger side of my red mustang and my middle son sitting in the back seat, my oldest turned to look at me and said “Mom, the eye doctor said I had stigmata, is that bad?”  And me being the sarcastic mom I responded with “Oh my god, are you serious, where?”  And my middle son sitting in the back busts out laughing.  All the while my oldest looks at me and says “Duh mom, I have stigmata in my eyes!” And my middle son (laughing that mocking laugh he has) says “You have astigmatism dumb-ass, not stigmata!” My oldest looks back at my middle son, and punches him in the leg, and my middle son keeps laughing and said “Ohh better watch it there, you don’t want to aggravate your stigmata!”

Sarcasm meme

By this point I couldn’t help but laugh, seriously where do they come up with this shit?  I tell them to cut it out and we head over to Pizza Hut for lunch.  As we’re sitting there eating my oldest son quietly asks “So what’s stigmata mom?”  I sat there explaining what it was, trying really hard NOT to laugh, we finished our lunch and went home.  As soon as we walk in the house, my middle son yells out to my parent’s “Hey grandma and grandpa, guess what Joe has stigmata, better get out the rosary and candles!”  Then I slapped him upside the head because I knew I’d have to explain to my mom what was going on, and that wasn’t going to be easy.  Because my mom has no measurable sense of humor, especially when it comes to religion.

Don’t Try and Flush Fruit Down the Toilet, It Doesn’t Work……..

When my middle son Mike was about seven years old he was what I’d call a……rambunctious child.  You know those kids like Dennis the Menace only he’s yours and you’re the one that has to explain his behavior to family, friends and neighbors.  He was also the rebel child of the three, always doing something I or my ex-husband had said NOT to do.  One day, we’d just gotten home from grocery shopping, and I’d put away all the food and placed some green apples and bananas in the fruit bowl on the dining table.  My two older boys were outside playing, getting dirty and yelling at each other.  As it got dark they came in and I’d told them to go and take a shower because dinner was going to be ready soon.

Mom stressing kids dinner meme

Mike walked by me and grabbed a green apple from the bowl and before he bit into it I said “Don’t take it if you’re not going to eat it Michael, do you hear me?  Because if you don’t finish it, I swear I’m going put it in the blender, make it into soup and give you an apple enema!”

He rolled his eyes at me, and his dad reiterated what I had just said, telling him that he wouldn’t have dinner if he didn’t finish the entire apple.   Now, these green apples were huge, I’d bought them to make caramel apples because it was close to Halloween.

Goodfellas meme II

As we’re sitting down to dinner, I ask my oldest Joe, what’s keeping Mike.  My oldest said his brother was still in the shower.  I shrugged thinking nothing of it, and we sat down to eat, after about five minutes I yelled out for Mike to come to dinner.  Then I heard it, it was the toilet flushing.  Then again, and again…..two, three, four times I heard the toilet flush.  I told Joe to go and see what the hell was going on, and I looked over at my ex-husband thinking, is he sick?

Then I hear yelling from the bathroom in the hallway “What are you doing Mike!?!” And Mike answers almost crying “I need to get rid of the apple or moms going to enema me!”  I got up and walked into the hall bathroom, and as I did I saw a partially eaten green apple rolling in the toilet.  Mike looked up at me as Joe began to laugh, and he said “Mike you can’t flush an entire apple Mike, its round and it will stay there forever!”

All the while Mike is still pushing the handle on the toilet and the apple continuing to roll in the water with every single flush.  Again I’m trying really hard not to laugh, because the kid was only seven years old.  I told him to take the apple out of the toilet, wash his hands and go sit down for dinner.  He looked up at me and asked “So you’re not going to enema me?” and I looked him straight in the eyes, hugged him and said…….”Yes later when you’ve finished your dinner.”

Mad men meme

Now as sarcastic as my boys grew up, they did turn out to be respectful, hardworking, honest men and I’ve very proud of them.   I wonder what my grand-kids will be like? Anyway, this nana is going on a cruise when they all start having kids! YAY NANA!!!

Onward and Upward!

The Huntress915


We Interrupt Your Normally Scheduled Social Media For A Ranting, Raving, Foaming at The Mouth, Rage Induced Post

And some of you are thinking, so what else is new right?  Keep that thought in your heads my children…….

I was supposed to travel to Nashville this coming week for a conference that my department was sending me to.  I was actually looking forward to it, I bought clothes, commandeered a carry-on suitcase from one of my friends and I packed everything I was going to take with me all nice and neat.  I even purchased all my toiletries in stupidly small travel, Ooompaloompa size portions, so they could all fit into ONE QUART SIZE re-sealable plastic bag.


Then, on Friday, I contacted our university Travel Office who was supposed to deposit the already authorized/approved travel advance into my bank account, to find out how long it was going to take for me to receive the funds.  Mind you, this has been in the planning since mid-December, all the appropriate forms were circulated for approval, all registration payments were made, flights had been purchased and the only thing pending was the travel advance for me to pay for the hotel.   Then I get a response saying that my travel advance payment was denied, because I have a warrant hold with the GODDAMNED STATE OF TEXAS!!!!  Now, calmly I was like wtf is going on here, what hold could possibly hinder a travel advance?  Hold the phone, it turns out if you’re an employee of the State of Texas, this hold can keep you from getting travel advances, it could keep you from claiming lottery winnings (well there goes that $10 scratch off I have in my car) and/or keep you from local or federal jury duty.  Okay so two out of three relevant things, what can I say?  I was given contact information and a name so I could “clear this up” in a timely manner in order for me to get the hold taken off and get my travel advance.


So I did just that, I called the number and extension my university’s travel office gave me, I waited for the automated system to give me prompts for what I was looking for and then…….I get transferred to a collections department for the State of Texas Unemployment Benefits department or the Texas Workforce Commission aka bitch, asshole, dick sucking pricks from hell!  Seriously, I think that’s their legal name…… anyway, I get this lady on the line and she asks me for my name, social and date of birth and quickly informs me that I have an outstanding balance of $500 for over-paid unemployment benefits from (are you ready for this?) 2002!!!!!  The one and only time in my life I was on unemployment.

Debo meme

AND to top it all off, the collections lady said I HAD to pay the balance before the hold could be taken off.  I was like are you fucking kidding me?  I asked why they thought they had over paid me unemployment benefits and they said because I REFUSED SUITABLE EMPLOYMENT!!

Rephrase meme
Excuse me? You said I REFUSED suitable employment?!?

I told them that was not the case, because I remember this situation very well.   At that time, I had TWO job offers and I choose one over the other but that did not mean I refused suitable employment according to what they though was suitable. I mentioned that I have my income tax information to prove I was working when they “believed” I had turned down work to keep getting unemployment!  Hell I’m not that ghetto, I have pride and I haven’t been out of work since 2002, so they can kiss my entire ass because I’m a classy broad dammit!


Then she proceeded to say was that I had to either pay the entire balance of $500 or file a claim to fight for them to take the hold off.  Seriously four fucking days before I was to leave and then I get notified that due to some stupid asshole at the TWC, I have a state hold!  And because I work for the State, this will continue to affect me if I don’t get this shit fixed.

Harley Quinn meme

I also asked the lady at the TWC why I was never notified and the smug bitch told me that they sent notices to my mailing address.  So I asked her what address they had on file and she gave me my parents address AND it’s not even the mailing address, it’s their physical address because they have a P.o Box.   I told her that I hadn’t lived at that address in over 15 years and how was I supposed to know about this issue when they don’t even update their own records!  I also asked her that “if” I owed the State of Texas money, why hadn’t I gotten a garnishment notice from them.  I mentioned that I would have gotten notice from my university’s payroll department that my wages would be garnished until the amount was paid back.

Fuck up meme

She couldn’t answer me, she kept saying, “I’m only in collections ma’am you need to call the appeals office.”  Seriously I’ve been at UTEP and my current university for 17 fucking years combined and they could figure out by my social security number that I had this state warrant hold pending?!  I went onto the TWC website and it clearly says that if you have a balance pending, they will either garnish your wages or your income tax refund.  AND THEY HAVE DONE NEITHER AND IT’S BEEN FUCKING 17 YEARS!!!!  Because you can bet your ass I would have fought that shit tooth and nail.

The Finger meme
This is for you TWC!!!

Well, back when I actually got a substantial income tax return that is, anyway I digress. So I filed an appeal online because I sure as hell am NOT going to pay for benefits I know I deserved!  Needless to say, I had to cancel all my travel arrangements, the only thing on my card was the hotel, and I cancelled in time to not be charged any kind of fee.  I told my supervisor and she wasn’t mad, well not at me anyway.  She said the fucking Travel Office should have caught this before the travel advance was approved in full.

Go ahead travel office, admit it…

So, in short (or long rant, call it how you see it) I won’t be traveling anywhere for work anytime soon and I’m going to appeal this shit because  1) they had the wrong address, 2) its plain ridiculous that it’s been 17 years and I haven’t gotten any kind of notification and 3) I’m not going down without a goddamned, fist-first, hell hath no fury like a woman denied travel, I deserve every cent of unemployment benefits, hold my hoop earrings and high heels, I’ve had two bottles of Chardonnay,  I carry a shank in my purse fighting bitch!!!


And now this mood has been exasperated further since my director (the one that loves to talk about her grandson in actual baby talk) was standing in front of my desk letting me know that this entire disastrous travel episode wasn’t my fault.  OF COURSE IT WASN’T MY FAULT!!!! I didn’t even know about this shit so stop talking to me in your baby voice!! Seriously, I’m thinking I’m stopping by Total Wine after work and using the $75 gift card my son gave me for Christmas to chill the fuck out because I’m fuming right now….more about my director taking up literally half an hour of my time talking about her grandson in her baby voice more than the entire travel disaster that started this entire mood…..ugh

Upward and Onward………or to jail, at this point its a toss up….

The Huntress


Please People, Tell Me The Difference Between Being Stupid or Just Naive……

Seriously, I’ve been contemplating this all weekend long because I get so frustrated with one of my friends because sometimes I’m sitting there in front of her after she tells me something important or that happened to her and my inside voice is just……”she’s your friend, don’t kill her, don’t kill her.”

This is what happened on Friday…..picture it, El Paso, it’s cold as fuck in the early morning hours of January 17th and my friend Veronica text me that she has a “flat” tire and is worried.  I respond and ask her if she’s okay.  I get a picture of her damned tire, which instantly infuriates me because that’s not what I asked her.

Veronica's Tire
Asked her if she was okay, sent me picture of her tire…..

So I text her again if she’s okay, and then nothing but silence for two hours.  I called her but the bitch sent me to voicemail.  So I thought to myself if she’s not answering she’s taking care of that flat tire.  It’s not until Friday night that she calls me back to tell me her “harrowing” story about how she got the flat tire and the “ordeal” she went through to get it fixed.

Apparently she had gone over to her new boyfriend’s house because he made dinner for her the night before, this is a new relationship and he lives on the opposite side of town.  So she drove her over there and apparently she must have caught something (it turned out to be a small sharp, screw like they use on construction sites) in her tire the night before.  But being either naïve or stupid, she didn’t feel her car driving any different that night.  It wasn’t until the next morning when she saw, she fucking SAW the low tire pressure light come on, but chose to ignore it.  Now she and I have the same make and model car.  Only hers is six years newer than mine, and the Ford Fusions are notorious for have bad tire pressure sensors, they go off even when you don’t have low tire pressure.  Or when there is a change in temperature, I’m talking NOTORIOUS!  I did my research online and with Ford.  Apparently the 2018-2019 models have fixed this problem but, that doesn’t help me or my friend who have a car older than that.  In any case, she continued to say that she ignored the tire pressure sensor and still decided to drive to work.  When my tire pressure sensor goes off (which is usually in my drive way, as soon as I start my car) I get off and walk around my car to make sure that I don’t have a flat.  But did she?  No, no she fucking didn’t, and I asked her when she saw the tire pressure sensor go off and she told me when she was (are you ready for this?) IN HER GARAGE!!!!!

Toy Story meme

She didn’t stop until she was almost at work, which is a good ten miles from her house.  She sent me a picture of the tire and I was like, seriously you couldn’t have checked your car before you drove out of your damned garage?!  Okay I know, I sound like I’m being all judgy and critical but I assume that my friend has some sort of common sense right? Wrong….ugh.  So she calls me Friday night to tell me that it took the roadside assistance for Ford to get to her and her car over two hours to the dealership.  Which was half in, half out of the emergency lane off of I-10 and Geronimo, then I asked her why she just hadn’t driven (slowly) right off the freeway onto the exit and this is what she said.  “I didn’t want to ruin the tire any more than it was”……and I almost fucking lost it!

Kermit meme

My inside voice, the common sense voice was yelling so loud that it almost gave me a headache, as it yelled…..ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!  YOU DIDN’T WANT TO RUIN THE TIRE MORE THAN IT WAS?!?!  WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING STUPID!!!!

Yes, that’s what my inside voice was yelling.  But I said to her (calmly) “It didn’t matter what it did to your tire, you should have just driven slowly off of the freeway and into the parking lot of the Renaissance Inn and you would have been safer.” She said “I never thought about that.  Besides I also didn’t want to ruin the rim on the car” and again I thought to myself…oh right, you didn’t want to ruin the rim, that’s cool, you were just perilously stopped half in, half out on the emergency lane on I-10, where you would have gotten hit if you’d tried to exit your car…sure I can get that………….NOT!!!!

Then she tells me that the flatbed truck got there after about an hour and a half, then they towed it to a Ford dealership.  And she complained about how long she had to wait for the Ford dealership to change her tire and put on the spare.  My head was spinning by this point, I asked her why she didn’t just have the tow truck take her car to Martin Tire (where she bought her fourth set of tires in less than three years!) and she said that since its Ford’s roadside assistance they have to tow it to a Ford dealership.  Okay I understand that, but none of this would have happened if she had only checked her tire, in her garage when the tire pressure sensor went off when she started her car that morning (AAAGGGHHHHH!!!!!!)

Double Face Palm

Then she tells me that her boyfriend had shown up less than an hour after she got the flat, and stayed there with her until the tow truck took her car to the dealership.  I thought okay, at least he did that, he was there to support and calm her down because according to her, this was a “horrible experience” and that’s when I said to her “Yep it sure was, one that you caused by not checking your tires before you left your house.”  Then she gets all butt-hurt and tells me “How can you tell me that? Who checks their tires every day before they leave their house?”

I pointed to myself and said “I fucking do, it’s something my ex-husband taught me, and something that my stupid ex-boyfriend reinforced and that my oldest son still harps about because you never know what might happen to your car, better safe than sorry.  Especially since I’ve found that the Ford Fusions have an issue with the tire pressure sensors, I make damned sure I keep on top of that.  AND I’ve told you about the pressure sensors over and over, so you caused what happened to you today.”  She said that I was making her feel stupid, and that her dad or either of her ex-husbands didn’t teach her to be careful with her car because they always maintained them.  And that’s when I was close to tearing her hair out and said “And how long have you been single?  How long have you been on your own and had to take care of yourself?  Seriously, this fucking damsel in distress act is fucking annoying as shit!  You, just like I do have to take care of ourselves which includes making sure that everything from our jobs, house and cars aren’t being neglected and in working order.  No one is going to do this for us, and I sure as hell don’t need anyone to tell me to check my tires, car, get my oil changed or take my car for a tune up, I know this.  I keep a maintenance log for my car, AND if I would have called roadside assistance I would have used my insurance roadside assistance and had them take my car to the tire place and wouldn’t have wasted all day for the dealership to change my tire and then gone to get my tire replaced.”

She just looked at me and then said “You are making me feel stupid” and I said “No I’m not, I’m telling you what I would have done.  AND had you asked me I would have told you but you didn’t even respond to my text to see if you were alright.”  And after her ordeal with her flat tire, that same weekend she buys a brand new, 65’ smart television for her house.  She texts me the Saturday following her flat tire debacle and tells me that she’s got a new tv and that I need to go and watch movies the next weekend and sends me a picture of her new television set she bought at Best Buy.  She also proceeds to tell me that Best Buy is going to go an install her new television, which I find weird because, I mean it’s not rocket surgery to install your own television, or is it?  Seriously that’s what I’m asking, because to me hooking up a new television set is pretty cut and dry and it doesn’t matter how hard it’s made out to be, all one does is follow instructing right?  Wrong, apparently the Best Buy people cut the wrong cables, and I’m like WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING CUTTING CABLES?!?!?!  All they were there doing was taking the old tv off and putting in her new television, right?  Take off the cables, all of them including whatever she had connected to her tv, like her dvd player, surround sound, sound bar, and HDMI cable and switch out her tv, and reconnect all the cables back the way they were.  Am I crazy or am I being too critical of my stupid friend?


So I proceed to ask her why the hell they cut cables and tell her that it’s not that hard to connect a new television set and that I hope to God she’s not paying Best Buy to install it for her. I also told her that if she would have told me I would have installed the thing for her or even better why didn’t she ask her new BF to install it for her?   That was the last text message I sent because I didn’t receive a response.  Then when I tried to call her later that day she sent my call to voicemail.  This is the friend that was being gaslit by her ex-boyfriend, the one who got her tires slashed (by the same ex), the one who I had to intercept a phone call from because he kept harassing her and told him to go to hell because we (okay I) knew it was him making her suffer all along.  There isn’t a big enough face palm for how I feel right about now.

And I’m seriously tired of this stupid damsel in distress act she pulls, the thing is, can my friend really be that naïve or is it just stupidity?  I really want to know, because to me, common sense takes over when there are issue life throws at you.  I mean I installed the smart tv in my room, my computer, my printer, hell I even installed the mini blinds in my house and I fixed the ceiling fan in my room.  I changed out the cabin filter on my car, and if I absolutely have to, I will do the tune up as well, but I don’t have to because my son does it for me.  He volunteers since he lives with his mom and doesn’t pay rent, lol.

But, I’ve learned to do so much on my own because even when Lestat was in my life, I learned from watching him do things, and I managed to patch a hole in the wall in my hallway, as well as patch the small holes in the bedroom doors, change out the doorknobs and install the washer and dryer I bought myself.  I mean, I’ve changed out a flat tire on my car (not that I wanted to but I didn’t have a choice) because I was shown how to by my stupid ex-husband and ex-boyfriend to fend for myself because nothing, and I do mean nothing in this life is certain.  So am I being too critical of my friend and her inability to think for herself or is she really that fucking clueless about using her common sense?  Seriously, if I’m being a bitch I want to know because I can’t deal with stupid people, it’s draining and the constant having to reassure them is out of character for me.  I will not reinforce stupidity, it only germinates into more stupidity and then I will have to kill a bitch for being that fucking dumb.

Face table meme

Also before all this happened, she found a job posting for JP’s position (my ex work husband who left) and asked me about it.  Then she told me she was going to apply for it, but I don’t think I can take working with a friend here at work, especially if I can’t figure out whether it’s stupidity or naiveté that she suffers from.  It’s already bad enough having to deal with Baby Kermit and her incessant throat clearing operatics I have to hear on a daily basis, ugh.  And if I’m going to have to train her what I learned from JP, because I had to show him how to create sub-awards, it will be unbearable, so I think I may just apply for his position myself………because I know I can do it.

I know many will read this and criticize me for being hard on my friend.  But one can only deal with situations like the ones she’s gone through, being a friend, and not wonder if she really is naive or not.  Seriously I don’t think I’ve met someone as clueless as my friend and I love my dear friend.  But sometime I have to wonder…..where the fuck she comes up with some of the situations he gets herself into or her manner of thinking.

*huge sigh*

Until next time, when the Huntress will talk about the things kids say……to embarrass their parents.

Upward and Onward People!!!

The Huntress


Who Decides What’s Fashion? The Skinny and Overpriced Jean Dilemma.

This question came about because of a shopping excursion to buy a pair of jeans……

I will buy a lot of things on Amazon, for convenience of course, like shampoo, deodorant, laundry detergent because they come in bulk.  And sometimes one gets a really good deal on these items if you purchase them often.  Clothes however I will buy with caution, especially women’s clothes because one size does not mean it fits all.  Women’s clothing sizes will vary from one brand to another.  So a size 10 dress in one brand can be a size 8 in another, frustrating for sure.  But jeans are one thing I won’t buy on Amazon or anywhere online because sizes vary drastically by brand/manufacturer.  So during my lunch hour (and in order to get away from Baby Kermit’s constant, annoying bull frog, scratchy, loud, raspy throat clearing) I made my way to Kohl’s to find some black jeans for my upcoming trip to Nashville.

I walked in thinking I’d find the perfect black jean to go with my business casual wardrobe for this training/conference.  Then, as I made my way from one jean design/brand to another I didn’t even bother with the sizes.  Why?  Because I couldn’t get over the damned sticker shock prices that’s why.  They were advertising a “sale” half off or buy one get one half price, and I was like why the fuck would I buy one pair that probably costs as much as a goddamned car payment to get half off the other?! Seriously, the Levi’s women’s jeans were $59 and the other brands like Gloria Vanderbilt were $44, and nothing lower than $35.  Which is fucking ridiculous, their jeans not diamond encrusted bras, like Victoria’s Secret make for their annual fashion show, I mean come the fuck on!


Then adding to my aggravation I go to Target which is seemingly more my price range, and then find that all the jeans, I MEAN ALL THE JEANS are low rise, skinny.  Why would stores like Target cater ONLY to millennial’s and carry just skinny low rise jeans?!?!  Has their marketing department not realized that the majority of the American population is overweight?  I’ve seen millennial’s (overweight millennial’s at that) try and fit their full sized, chubby asses into skinny jeans, it is NOT a pretty picture.  I’m not fat shaming here, I’d never do that but sometimes one has to wonder why a person would try and fit into something that clearly is two sizes too small?

Ugly butt crack jean meme

Anyway back to shopping, and as I’m trying to look through the sizes I hear some snarky young girl tell her mom that if she didn’t like any of the jeans at Target, she can go and get old mom jeans to wear.  Then this snarky little bitch laughs and walks away, she must have been 13 or 14 years old at the most.  I really wanted to just tell the little bitch, your headed down the same road, remember this.  But, meh who am I to say something like that?  Okay I have and I probably will again but I was still in sticker shock at the jeans I was looking at.

Mom jean gif
No, hell no and NO!

So why do older women like me seem to not be able to find jeans for us, sensible jeans, jeans that aren’t overpriced, low rise, skinny ass, can’t fit my muffin top, my ass is too big, my calves are literally COW jeans?!?!?!  Skinny jeans are my enemy, I have big calves, and skinny jeans don’t do it for me, they accentuate my big, fat lower legs which are already a menace to my ego and self-esteem, don’t even get me started on trying to find boots to wear in winter, ugh.  I can’t, for the life of me find a normal pair of dark blue or black denim, straight leg jeans that I can wear with boots or high heels for a business casual look.  I’ve seen memes online about acid washed jeans.  But you know what?  I’d give me right calve for a pair of blue, acid wash, button fly, straight leg Levi’s jeans right about now.

Acid wash denim meme

Don’t even get me started on the phenomena called………..JEGGINGS!  No support, no fashion sense, no way I could wear those to work, clothing disaster I couldn’t possibly pull off.   Again why would companies market jeggings to the majority of the population when the, according to NIDDK 40% of women are obese.  Jeggings are okay if your 5’5 and weigh 105 pounds, and even then I think jeggings are just wrong.  Besides, thanks to our “executive assistant” who wore leggings without underwear one day, leggings/jeggings were removed from our dress code.

Jeggings meme

But then again the definition of obese is subjective, I’ve lost 46 pounds, and because of my height (5’4) I’m considered obese even though I wear a size 8 jean.  So maybe the NIDDK needs to reassess what they consider obese according to height, because when did having curves become unattractive, like seriously……..but I digress.

Marilyn Monroe Picture
Marilyn was between a size 12-14 and she was beautiful.

I just want to find a pair of regular cut jeans, that are a perfect fit for me and that I won’t have to spend a fortune to buy.   If it were up to me, I’d banish the so called skinny jean from the face of the earth.  After all there were only “regular” jeans before some stupid woman decided to sew a regular pair of jeans into stupid skinny jeans because her bony ass didn’t look good in them, and made them a fad.  I’d also obliterate the so-called “mom jean”, those over-exaggerated lose fitting jeans with elastic waist bands as well.  Seriously who comes up with shit like this?

No More Skinny Jeans meme

Not to mention that now almost all stupid skinny jeans are sold…..TORN, ugh.  When I was a kid (don’t even go there with your fucking “Ok boomer” shit…..you know who you are) because I’m a Gen-Xer and grew up in the 1980’s not the goddamned 50’s.  We’d work hard to make new jeans comfy and worn.  And now people pay for torn jeans to wear as fashion? I must be living in the mirror dimension, seriously (if you don’t know what that is, watch Dr. Strange and then get back to me).  Right now I’m so frustrated with this entire jean situation, I’m going to go have a donut (or maybe two) and contemplate my jean conundrum.

Stay tuned for next week’s show where the Huntress will go into detail about how bras are devices of torture……

Onward and upward!!

The Huntress915




Seriously? Work Face-palm…..

We all have them, coworkers that are spectacular at their jobs, but total imbeciles when it comes to common sense.  Sometimes one doesn’t really see this until you talk to them in depth about something other than work.

Coworker meme

Case in point……………Baby Kermit’s Son Mac.  We talked a bit about our personal lives during a staff meeting.  I normally don’t join in because I don’t like to divulge info about my private life.  Like how drank my weight in white wine spritzers during the holidays, or how I almost killed my soon to be ex-sister in law.  Or how I almost got into a fight at Walmart with a woman who was clearly going through a mid-life crisis wearing a short ruched party dress, a fake white fur coat (not in El Paso, don’t even….) and some trashy lace high heels because she was arguing with the cashier that the ugly ass lipstick colors she was buying said they were on special.  She was holding up the line, and the self-check outs were packed to the gills.  This lady had to have been 65 or more, and dressing like she thought she was still in her 20’s…ugh but that’s a post for another time.

Stupid Coworker meme
Seriously that’s how I felt….

But that day something Baby Kermit said just struck something within me, like a mental thunderbolt.  She was talking about how she spent her holidays and then mentioned that one of her son’s names was Mac.  I didn’t think anything of it until our director asked her what his full name was.  She said his name was Macnamara, and then Thing 1 asked “Like the tennis player?”  And she said “No, just Macnamara” I wasn’t paying too much attention to the conversation up until that point when she said her son’s name was Macnamara.  Which to me is quite odd for a Hispanic/Latino/Mexican person to name their son.

Patience meme

Then Thing 1 persisted, and asked Baby Kermit why they had chosen Macnamara as a name for their son.  Baby Kermit looked at Thing 1 almost as if to imply the question itself was stupid.  She responded with “My husband had always wanted a son named Mac.”  So, I, being the astute person I am asked her “So why would you name him Macnamera?”  She looked at me kind of confused and said “What else would his name be if we wanted to call him Mac?”  I took a sip of my coffee and said “Maybe you should have named him Makenzie, Mac for short.  That way he wouldn’t have to go through life constantly explaining the reason why he was named after a tennis player.”  She looked at me……in stunned silence, I could see the wheels turning in her empty head as she thought about what I had just said.  I feel for that kid, really I do because he’s now 19 years old.  That’s like someone wanting to name their kid Jack, and then finding out the dumbasses named him Jack In The Box instead of John……*facepalm*

I got up from the conference table and left, all the while thinking to myself, Cheesus Crust I work with some stupid ass people!

Until next time remember, chin up, soldier on and watch your back!

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Things That Happened To The Huntress During the Holidays

I took some well-deserved time off from work because I’m slammed and it seemed to pile up while I was gone.  I was happy to get away from Baby Kermit and her throat clearing harmonies for almost two weeks.  But now I’m back and I hadn’t been in the office for more than five minutes when it started………..that annoying, raspy, bull frog mating call that continuously comes from her office.  Dear lawd kill me now!  This is kind of long post, because one of the entries has cops, handcuffs and a severe, severe beating….now that I have your attention, here we go.

#5 – I Lost My Work Husband

Work husband meme
This is exactly how I felt….seriously

On my last day of work JP, the only other coworker that didn’t drive me absolutely bonkers with an annoying habit, snotty attitude or condescending tone asked me to his office because he “had something to tell me.”  I thought it was going to be some juicy gossip about a faculty member or that he had come up with a plan to hide Baby Kermit’s body after I beat her to death with her own desk chair.  No, that would have been awesome, he proceeded to tell me that he had resigned his position with our office and was taking a directorship in another department.  I tried to hide my disappointment with a hug and hearty congratulations.  But I was to say the least, extremely sad, because he grounded me here at work.  He made me laugh when I needed it, and calmed me down when he saw me losing my cool, and he was my lunchtime chess partner.  Another coworker mentioned that, because of our love of chess we seemed like we were married.  Because we argued about the rules of chess, not that either one of us was right, it was just the fact that we both love the game and we both have a sadistic sense of humor.

#4 – I Almost Got Arrested for Assault…………I said ALMOST

Handcuff Meme

In the early hours of Christmas morning I got a text from my mom, and I knew I was bad because my mom NEVER texts me.  As I heard the notification I got up out of bed and read her text telling me that my stupid, idiot, piece of shit, belligerent, degenerate sister in law had hit her and knocked her down.  I don’t think I finished reading the text when before I knew it, I was dressed, in my car and racing down I-10 the entire 21 miles to the lower valley it takes to get to my parents’ house.   My oldest son called my mom and asked what was happening while I drove, she explained that my brother’s daughter was in the kitchen and that my mom asked her to please wash the dishes she used and the little bitch responded with “I don’t have to do anything you tell me, my mom said so.”  That’s when my mom slapped her, then my SIL came out of the room because apparently the little bitch was yelling like she’d just been shot.  She asked her daughter what had happened and she told my SIL that my mom slapped her.  That’s when my SIL hit my mom and pushed her onto the kitchen floor yelling at her not to touch her daughter.

I was FUCKING FURIOUS!!!  My youngest and oldest were with me and we were all pissed as hell.  As I walked in (at 1:52am) to my mom’s house I saw her at the dining room table, my brother holding an ice bag to the back of her head and my dad making coffee.  My brother began to explain to me what had happened and I quickly shut him up and asked where his bitch wife was at.  As I asked, I heard commotion coming from the hallway, and as I turned around there she was, the fucking bitch that had hit and knocked down a 76 year old grandmother.  She had a gym bag in her hand and her daughter behind her (she was the reason for all of this) I don’t dare call her my niece because that little asshole bitch isn’t my niece.

She dropped the gym bag and ran out the front door, and I ran right after her.  She tried to get into her car and as she unlocked it she dropper her keys.  I got to her, grabbed her keys from the ground, grabbed her long, stinking unwashed hair and I bashed her empty head into the driver side door of her Jeep Grand Cherokee!  I did this as she fought me, I grabbed her by her hair and literally dragged her from the driveway of my parents’ house, up the side walk as she screamed and called me every name in the book.  Her daughter and my nephew came outside and her daughter began to cuss at me (mind you the little bitch is only 15 years old).  My sister in law so drunk she couldn’t put up a fight, and even if she was able to, I was raging mad it wouldn’t have mattered at that point.  I got her to the front porch and began to beat her ass into the brick wall as I asked her “Is this what it was like to push down my mom?!  Are you feeling what my mom felt right about now you goddamned lush?!  How does this feel you fucking bitch?!?!”  As I stomped her stupid ass into the porch concrete.

By this time my brother came out and tried to stop me, then her daughter came up and tried to slap me, the little bitch actually tried to slap me!  As I held her mom by her hair with my right foot on her stomach (I might have been stomping her over and over, I can’t remember) I took the kids hand and I pushed her down and slapped her with her own hand.  She fell on her ass onto the sidewalk, and then I looked her straight in the eye and said “You’re going to remember that you caused all of this you little ingrate, you’re going to hate me for the rest of your life because of what I’m doing to your goddamned mom right now.  You’re going to remember the beating that I gave this bitch because of you! And you know what? I don’t fucking care if I never see you or your sorry-ass, beer chugging, low life living, broke ass bitch of a mother or you again!”

The little bitch looked at me all the while I was holding down her idiot mother with one hand and my oldest son calling 911 for the sheriff’s department to send someone to my parents’ house.

Then my brother’s wife tried to bite my calf through my jeans, and I picked her up and once and for all, I two fisted PUNCHED THAT BITCH RIGHT IN THE FACE I was so mad!!!  She fell, hitting the metal flower pot my mom has on her porch, then fell face first in the dirt.

Kill Bill Meme

My nephew kept pleading with me to let his mom go, and I just simply told him to go back in the house and get his mom’s and his ingrate sister’s things together because I was throwing them out of my parent’s home for good.  My brother and his family have lived with my parent’s for a couple of years now because his idiot wife lost their house by giving half mortgage payments and not telling my brother about it.  Yes, he’s to blame too because he should have known better and should have kept an eye on his finances a bit more.  But ultimately he didn’t find out until the foreclosure notice came in the mail, she was hiding the mail from him too.

All of this happened within a matter of minutes but it seemed as though it was in slow motion.  That’s when I saw the lights of the Sheriff’s police cruiser in our drive way and the deputy asking me to step away from the “victim.”  My brother’s daughter ran up to the deputy and began to lie her ass off about how I beat down her mom for no good reason.  My youngest son walked up to them and calmly said “No officer that’s not what happened, please come inside.  The animal on the ground hit and threw down my grandmother.”  The officer walked up to me, told me to get away from my brother’s wife and he asked her if she was okay.  She couldn’t speak and when she did, he asked her if she’d been drinking.  She lied of course but she was fall down drunk, even if it was me that helped her “fall down.”

The deputy called for another car and walked me to his car, and he then asked me to explain.  So I did, as I was talking to him another cruiser pulled up in front of my parents’ house.  My oldest went to go explain and take him inside to talk to my mom.  All the while my idiot SIL began to yell that she was going to have me arrested, and she yelled continually at the deputy that I was talking to.  Finally after ten minutes he walked over to her, helped her to her feet, put handcuffs on her and walked her to his car.  She continued to yell, about how she was going to press charges against me, blah, blah, blah.  My brother had taken my nephew and his daughter into the house and the deputy told me he was going to handcuff me and put me in the back of the other cruiser.  I was like WHAT THE LITERAL FUCK?!  I asked him “are you serious?” He said it was until he and the other deputy talked to everyone to sort out what happened.  So there I sat in the back of a Sheriff’s police cruiser waiting for what seemed hours for these two sheriff’s deputies to get their shit together.

One deputy came and let me out of the car and took the handcuffs off, then the other went and took my SIL out and walked me back into my mom’s house as they kept my SIL in handcuffs.  Deputy Salinas asked me why I had decided to take it into my own hands and beat my SIL before calling the Sheriff’s department.  I looked at him and said “Officer, my mother is 76 years old, can barely walk on her own, she has a multitude of health issues, she and my dad have opened their home to my brother, my nephew and those two worthless pieces of shit out there.  And this is how they repay my parents?  By being ungrateful and inconsiderate AND abusing an elderly person?  Seriously, what would you have done in my situation?”

He looked at me then asked my mom if she wanted to file charges against my SIL, and she said yes.  The other deputy came in and said that my SIL wanted to file charges against my mom for hitting her bitch daughter.  My brother finally spoke and told the deputy that his daughter is undisciplined and she deserved to be slapped.  Even though my mom can’t slap hard anymore, he said that if one parent corroborated the actions of what my mom did they couldn’t charge her.  They asked me and my brother to walk with them outside and confirm that all three of us wanted to press charges against my SIL.  As we walked out my brother’s daughter gave me a dirty look, and I stopped, got right up in her face and then said “I don’t care if you hate me for the rest of your life, as far as I’m concerned you are a little ungrateful bitch and you WILL get you ass kicked in school for being such because someone, someday will be the karma you deserve for what you caused your grandma.  YOU will remember the beat down I gave you mom and YOU WILL remember from this night forever.  Also remember this, you do NOT have family on your dad’s side anymore and we, all of us couldn’t be more pleased to be rid of your stupid ass!”  Honestly I don’t care if I ever see my brother’s soon to be ex-wife or daughter again in my life.

The deputy came back and took my arm and walked me out, as I told my youngest and my nephew to get both of their shit together and leave it outside so my SIL’s mother can come and take this ingrate bitch away.  Which they did as my brother called his MIL (whom his wife hadn’t spoken to in four years) to let her know she needed to come get her granddaughter because they were going to arrest his wife.  We gave written statements to the deputy all the while my SIL was yelling in her drunken stupor from the back of the police cruiser, handcuffed and cussing at all of us.  They took pictures of my mom’s bruises, the cut on the back of her head as she cried.   One of the deputies told me that another car was coming to the house to transport my SIL to the county jail.  As the car arrived the deputy walked over to the one that had just pulled up, leaving the door to the back where my SIL was sitting.  I thought to myself, why not?

Stupid SIL Meme

I walked slowly towards the open door, the SIL yelling for me to get away from her, and I got in one last, hard swinging punch to the side of her head.  She yelled and just as the deputies turned around I was already by the fence door where I was before.

Yes, they got it on camera, yes they knew it was me, and yes I could potentially be charged later on, but it was so worth it to get one last hit to the bitch who hit my 76 year old, disabled mother for no reason after my mom and dad have done nothing but help my brother’s family whenever they needed it.  My brother and nephew were tending to my mom and dad, and I told both of them that neither of those two ungrateful bitches were to set foot in that house again and that on my parent’s behalf I was going to file a restraining order on both of them to make sure they didn’t.  I spoke to my brother for a while after things calmed down, and he told me he’s been dealing with his wife’s alcoholism for years but he’s done and is going to file for divorce.  It’s funny because he’s said that to me before, but somehow this time I believe him.

Everything got wrapped up around 4:50am, by the time I got back home it was close to 7:30am and I was exhausted and I didn’t even remember it was Christmas.  Later on that evening my brother drove my parent’s to my house and we had Christmas dinner.  There was a sense of piece and we didn’t talk about what had happened.  As they left and my dad walked out after everyone else he whispered “Mija, where did you learn to fight like that?  I didn’t recognize you.”  I laughed and said “Life taught me to fight like that dad” only I said it in Spanish.

All in all this is the short, abbreviated version of what happened, but what can I say, family drama at it’s best.

#3 My Periodontist Doesn’t Have a Sense of Humor


During the holiday’s I had to continue my periodontal treatment for the molar implant I’m going to get in February.  So on Friday the 27th I made my way to my appointment to see Dr. Caldwell so he could assess the bone graft he’d implanted in November.  He examined me and said “It’s looking really good Huntress, very good indeed.”  I was happy, like I had anything to do with the progress when in actuality many patients can reject the bone graft and have to start all over again.  Then he made a comment about me needing to build up my canines.

Dr. Caldwell: Well I’m going to recommend to Dr. Robertson that he’s going to have to fill in a small gap in between your right maxillary cusped and the right maxillary 1st primary molar.  Also you’re left and right maxillary cusped and your right and left mandibular cusped’s need to be build up, they’re pretty worn down.

Me:  You mean my canines, my vampire teeth?

Dr. Caldwell: *laughs* Yes those, do you grind you teeth? Because they are pretty worn.

Me:  No…….it must be all those people I hunt at night…….

Dr. Caldwell: Um…hunts at night?

Me: Yes, that’s why my vampire teeth are dull….but I’m glad that Dr. Robertson can build them up again. *smiling*

Dr. Caldwell: Oh…ha…ha it’s a joke.

Me: Sure…okay.

Dr. Caldwell: *stares at me in silence*

Me: I’ll be really glad to have those teeth built up again.  I’m really getting tired of walking up behind someone and stabbing them in the neck with a pencil before I can suck their blood out, this will help me out a lot.

Still me: *blink, blink, blink*

Dr. Caldwell: *getting up from his chair slowing backing out towards the door*   Umm, I’m going to get Linda (the assistant) to set your next follow up and get you that referral for Dr. Robertson.  *Disappears into the hallway and I don’t hear or see him before I leave*

Linda Dental Assistant: *laughing as I walk up to the counter* Okay here’s your next follow up with Dr. Caldwell and here is your referral to Dr. Robertson to, ahem, build up your vampire teeth.

Me: *laughing*  Was he scared?

Linda: A bit, actually he came up to me and asked me if there were real life vampires, and then I said to him “oh you must have Ms. Huntress in your exam room today.”   Stop messing with the Dr’s head, he’s a good guy but takes things so seriously *laughing*

Me: What fun would that be? See you next month Linda!

Now Dr. “Cutie Patootie” Caldwell is younger than I am, but not by much and seems to have a very dry sense of humor.  I can’t wait until my other dentist build up my vampire teeth, grrrrrrrrr…..

#2 Off To Nashville I Go

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I came back to work today and then during a staff meeting, was told I’d be going to Nashville to a Research Administration conference at the end of January.  I mean, I could not hold back my excitement, seriously!  I’ll be away from Baby Kermit, for four entire days!!! Yes it’s a conference and it will probably be boring but I’ll be somewhere I’ve never been to before!! Super excited!

#1 – I’ve Completed My 17 Months of Vampire Relationship Rehab!!!!!