“your tribe is a reflection of you”

“Your tribe is a reflection of you”

A direct quote from “Mirror, Mirror” a recent post from the ladies at GirlyGazette.com

As usual…..it was a post that presented a challenge…that I as usual felt the need to take on.

Yup…Im always looking for a fight. Big deal! Get off my friggin back!

When the Girls presented their “tribe” ….I presented my “badass posse”

It is a pretty badass posse and it is true….they do reflect in me…little pieces of shimmering goodness that somehow manage to fester their way to the surface…even when Im trying my very best to hate everything around me.

Of course there’s the notorious Auntie…my best friend, my rock, my sister…from different parents.

 The shit we’ve been through, the stories, oh the stories would blow your fucking mind! Mean girls had NOTHING on us.  What?! Calm down…it was just a phase. When I look at Auntie I see a girl who has been through hell and kicked the Devils ass along the way, a fighter, a survivor, a “you say I cant, I say why not” kinda girl.  She’s a fierce mother.  When she sets her mind to something there is nothing and noone that is going to stop her….not even herself.  Do you know how hard it is to quit smoking cold turkey after smoking (not cold turkey hehehe) since you were 15?! Its HARD (yeah yeah that what she said)  She did it.  When her husband & her decided to try for babies…she quit smoking, she quit drinking…even mt dew! She insisted on preparing her body for her baby that she was going to have one day.  Her husband & her have a gorgeous blue eyed boy who loves John Deere Green and holds my heart in his little hand.  I see the love….the *mother* love in her eyes when she looks at her son….I see the *sister* love when one of her sisters has been hurt….I see the love…the fierce fight for all that you love kinda love.  I see the compassion in her eyes when she is with the clients she cares for….she invited every client that she cares for to her wedding and OMG…the clients (all of whom are special needs adults) were giddy and so was Auntie….when she loves, man, she loves like she has never been hurt before….and only I know just how hurt she has been….since we were 12.  I admire her….for so many reasons and she is able to somehow….shimmer through me at times..for that Auntie…I love your fucking guts. LUFF YOU LON TIME ;)

Then theres Taytay…the other half of my brain. 

 Fate brought us together and a genuine friendship keeps us from hurting each other…..wait…she did smack me with a rack of ribs once…jerk.  Tay is the sweet, give everyone a chance, lover of love who has threatened me more than once with this movie “The Notebook”…she harrasses me and stalks me until I tell her whats really bothering….she’s all “Bitch you’re not fooling me. Spill it” and Im like “No. I dont wanna talk abt it!” and shes all “too fuckin bad. Dont make go get ‘The Notebook’” and with that I cave.  Once she busted down the bathroom door and INSISTED on keeping me company while I bawled my eyes out…something I prefer to do alone…tay apparently does not care! Thanks Tay…whore…I fucking love you. 

Also in my badass posse of some fabulous bloggers whom I cannot go one single day without.  I can go without sex for a long, long, time apparently but not a day without my bloggers.

However, if Im going to really look at the people who help make up my “full” reflection I have to tell you about a few more people…

*Robert–

one of sweetest, most caring and respectful men and loving fathers Ive ever seen….plus, we shared a locker in high school so we have so history…and we still have the present..Im grateful to call him my friend.

*Tusu–

yes I know I misspelled your name. I prefer the way I spell it:) What can I say about Tusu…long time friend….like since jr high with a brief 14 year lapse….this past summer he showed up at my door 14 years later and it felt like 1994….except we have kids now..and we’re not ganking anymore.  He is my rock…my very persistant rock.  When Im down and out attending a pity party for myself…he senses it and starts harrassing me until I finally answer the damn phone…and then…he drags my worries out of me, makes me address them…in a not self destructive way…Im not sure how the hell he does it or why…but he is ALWAYS there for me….even when Im trying my hardest to block the world out.  I bulid a wall and Tusu fucking comes along and blows it to shit.  Thank you Tusu….but Im never going to spell you name right…Ive been spelling it wrong since 1994…get off my back man!

*Loysi–

for having been through all he has…..he’s still optimistic. He’s real, honest, compassionate and his way with words can get my attention and make me think.

All three of these men have put up with me & thus influenced me since gangsta rap ruled the world….are three of the most amazing fathers Ive ever had the pleasure of knowing. 

You boys…yeah, you–the ones I got into all sortsa mischief with….truely are what fathers are meant to be.  The love in your eyes Robert, when you’re with those 3 gourgeous lady babies…its admirable.  Tusu, I dont think Ive seen you speak of any of your 6 children without that “im so in love” grin on your face.  And Loy, your girl is so precious…and considering the “issues” you have with baby mama I think you are proving yourself as an incredible father and a very respectful man.  It takes alot to put up with a bitches bullshit…but the love of your little girl has made your already good ways shine!  I love you guys and respect you all as fathers (note–that RARELY happens) I wouldnt be who I am today without the good of you three….you mean more to mean than Ill ever admit in person…unless Im drunk in which case you all know what to do…..hold my hair while I puke and prepare for crying…lol…right Tusu…lots and lots of crying.

Of course, there’s that little brown eyed girl that is a spitting image of her “father”

but yet the biggest reflection of myself…..she is what drives me to improve on myself and how I see my reflection day by day…. 

Words could never explain what these people mean to me…..but thanks to GirlyGazette…..I took a good look at just how lucky I am