Breezy Lady!

Today is a very blustery day! Where's that bear w/ the red shirt and potbelly???

Sheesh. I forgot my password for this account and I've been very very very busy lately. I've got an all-consuming passion to quickly do something w/ my life and am now attending college.

Yes people. Mizz Banks is higher education diva these days! She's got to show those people that she's more than a statuesque mutton girl! She's got more than reservation rocks in her head lol.

:D

Anyhow. I really was waiting for a job w/my Union. I kept hearing about how there wasn't any need for apprentices here in AZ. A different job landed me doing office work for five months. A pretty nice run for some survival money and time to think. Total time after Iron Working training was going on 10 months w/o any concrete reason to move to Phoenix.

It is very expensive to just pick up and move and there had better be something that pays at the end of the trail!

During my stint w/ office work I began to think that during that 10 month waiting period I could have added more credits to my repertoire. I've got around 50 credit hours and a degree in Nursing seemed like a good idea. I did work as a CNA and Nurse Tech for a couple of years and the availability of jobs appealed to me. It was pretty much a no-brainer after that. I'm now in school and am just taking one pre-req b/c I have other bills to worry about besides school tuition. Hopefully next semester I get some type of assistance and really wouldn't mind taking three courses.

Two at the least.

Personal life is all about stability and recapturing these days. After all the carousing I've done in the past I've slowly begun to find what makes me tick. What makes me scared. What makes me happy. Analyzing and trying to see what will be the best course of action for me to take. I don't like to ask for a lot in this life. I do believe in prayer and "ask and you shall receive" type of stuff so if anyone who reads this has some spare positive energy... please think of me!

I have a Chapter quiz tomorrow and midterms coming up!

Hasta Luego! Agoh i ne eh :)

She's Still Here!

Hey HO! Land Ho! Scalliwaggers!!!

Yeah I'm not making any sense. It's late and I'm trying to get stuff done before bed. I'm doing fine and am still here on rezzie land. Things are slow these days and I've been looking for a job!

Anyone hiring???

I've been doing the whole homemaking thing for now and am excited that I have my own comp now. Well a laptop actually. I bought this thing used and out of sheer desperation I clicked on the "buy" button. I mean, come on, I'm a gabber and love to type so I needed something to get online and bug people with :P

I now am going to start looking in personals for anyone who needs a roommate. I prefer a room with a view but I'll take anything now! lol.

Let's hope Obama was thinking of a fleamarketrezqueen when he was dreaming of stimulus packages!

Anyhoo. I'm *yawn* tired and am seeing sheep and stars. I've got a date with the sandman now ppl. I'm off to bed. Sweet dreams and a good night.

Tyrene

Four Weeks

Life has been a long winding road for this gal. She's been blindsided and shoved around but she's still standing. For those of you who don't know Tyrene- she is a proud Transwoman! Life is unexpected and full of surprises. From the moment I wake up and see my nephew to the little treasures in the smiles and twinkle of my close one's eyes. It's a gratifying feeling I wouldn't give up for anything.

Tyrene Banks is a pseudonym. It's no disrespect to the name given me by my parents. I just feel as a woman I should not have a man's name. Translife for me is everything. Yeah it's very hard to be living the life I have but there's a lesson to be learned here. Not too cliche but it's something I've learned in my young 36 years of living.

I have now come to a firm decision. I am going to begin taking my hormones again. With the aid of an anti-androgen I should begin feeling and looking like how I feel inside.

Yes. I'm still going to Iron Work. How the guys handle that is up to them. I haven't started yet but when I do- it could be bad or good.

Good I hope.

Things get crazy sometimes and religion helps me out quite a bit. In all honesty religion is something that I've shied away from most of my life. I do believe that we did not come from nothing. I can't even conceive that we are the byproduct of chance. Religion is what has carried me this far and has helped me retain my santiy through all the crazy shit Transwomen go through.

I haven't been writing as much as I had hoped lately. I'm busy busy busy with moving forward with my life and really haven't had the time to sit down and actually continue writing. I have not given up on the books I am working on- but with my latest jaunts I have more things and experiences to enrich my palette..er keyboard with :-)

He he he. Change of topic but I still get a little "ga ga" over handsome men and will stick my foot in my mouth but that's just me. I'm young at heart is my excuse :-P

Freebies? Gratis? Why not??!!!

Being a kid on the reservation for me was a funny time when potty humor and Atari was all the rage! Growing up on the reservation, of course, is a little different.... well a lot different than other areas. I remember going off the reservation with my mom to the University in Flagstaff and having friends of other races and loving it! I loved it because the white kids seemed to have rich parents and had all the latest games and computers (Commodore 64 games). Other kids I met talked different and were "wild in the streets!"



It was just a fun time :-)

By the time I was getting a roller-coaster routine down my mom was done with summer courses and it was school time. Around this time everyone needed new clothes!!! Luckily for us poor Dine kids there was a Tribal Government Ration Santa!

Tribal Clothing!!!

There was something about those days when the words Tribal Clothing floated around school. Getting tribal clothing could be used to make fun of people and their disadvantaged economic backgrounds (having material things and rich parents were all the rage back then; sad but true). Tribal Clothing were donations of clothing that were dispersed throughout the various school districts on Dine-land. They were then handed out to students with the economic demographics that warranted assistance- which was almost everyone!

Come on now! Anytime you get free clothing is cool!!! However tribal clothing time could also be a time you would cross your fingers and pray that you didn't get anything "uncool." The plastic bags the clothes came in were the clear 30 gallon size janitor specials! There were the occasional teasings because someone had underwear visible from the bags!

"Ewww. Her panties are showing!!!"

"Look she got hamburger shoes!!! Ha ha ha" Of course no one was immune from the teasings because it was a mixed-bag of luck when it came to what you got! Hamburger shoes were generic brown dress shoes. They were cheap and lo and behold this is what I found while cleaning out the house this past weekend!

Sometimes you would get lucky and get the now "fucking awesome" Converses and the (anyone member these???) Kangaroos. The Kangaroos were nifty and groundbreaking cuz' they had a pocket with a zipper on em'! I loved those shoes!!!

Tribal Clothing was a godsend to parents in the early days of the Navajo Nation. The Seventies, when I was a little girl, were rough times for a lot of folks. My parents were young thirty-somethings who were in university during the summers and working at entry-level positions at the local boarding school the rest of the year. We had a two bedroom trailer that we called home at the time. Horribly hot summers when the air-conditioning was on the fritz and a horrible cockroach infestation were the nightmares associated with that trailer. My dad and mom may have been making just above minimum-wage at the time while supporting the three of us rugrats (the other two came later).

Years later my dad finished University and bought us a brand new spanking home! Nothing fancy just a three-bedroom, one bath, and no fence home. These homes are part of the housing development agency here on the reservation which is another blog in itself! It was a step-up from the trailer believe me!

These days with all the high gas prices and need for more "things"- I'm thankful this program is still ongoing. My niece, who has absolutely no shame in social settings, proudly proclaims, "I'm getting tribal clothing!!! Yay!"

Gee. I wish I was still eligible for that program!!!

On a totally unrelated note!

Ahem. Ladies!

Go Team USA!!!

;-)

Okay I'm over Ignoramus. It didn't take me long to see the light in that situation. I was going over my Yahoo site tweaking my page when I ran across the horoscope section.

I see a tall, dark, and handsome man coming to your rescue... and he's got money and tons of unconditional love!

It said. lol. No it didn't say that but that'd be nice!!!

I'm all gaga over divine intervention these days. What would it mean if I were to find a thousand dollars in a purse or wallet these days??? I certainly need the money and would have two fierce Tyrenes on my shoulders as I contemplated on keeping it!!! Or if by some miracle I was at the casino and through the hazy smokey ambiance my knight in shining armor would lock eyes with me!

Okay my life's fruition is much more meaningful than landing a man or material things :-P

I KNOW ALL!

I'd like to get moving on my path to success. Success means personal best to myself. That's how I'd like to sum up the word. For reasons unknown I've been having a helluva time doing it! Maybe I'm just picking the wrong horoscopes to read or my Divine chauffeur is on strike.

I don't know.

My father and mother grew up speaking English as a second language and are now both graduates of higher learning. I see that as inspiration to try my best. I also have nieces and nephews who I want to dazzle and motivate! I'm still working on getting to my Union site. Things have come up such as needing to own a vehicle and financial roadblocks. I'm seeing these things as pains-in-the-asses and try to take them in stride. I completed my Iron Working program but actually being able to get to work has been difficult for me. I live a four and a half hour drive from my Union headquarters and times are hard!

I even wrote my Districts Senate rep for help! It may sound ludicrous but desperate times call for desperate measures!

Anyway.

I don't know about them fortune tellers anymore but wonder if they had roadblocks on their path to success. So I wonder if anyone out there may have some suggestions for me. And looting or pillaging is not an option here!!! Nor is pawning my ruby encrusted Spud Wrench!!!

Hmmmm.....