“Puberty sucks!”


Several days passed Celeste by without any situations while in the forest hunting rabbit with her slingshot.   A striking aching pain in her tummy caused the girl to hold her stomach. The more she weaved in and out of the forest the worse the agony hit her tummy. She decided to stop at her favorite hideout to rest her day away.  The cowgirl marvels in the beauty and sounds of the treasures Mother Earth had bestowed upon her until her eyelids closed.  The woods were dark when Celeste woke up and began her return home with pain that still plagued her abdomen.  On her way home she pegged a hare for dinner, and dreaded the skinning process. All she wanted to do is curl up in her soft bed and wait the pain out.

As she steps closer to her home, she hears loud sixty funk music blaring out inside the log cabin home. The driveway is full of auto’s as Celeste takes note of the party situation in the darkness.  She heads to her home in hope her father had returned from his long travels with his friends.  The minute she enters the kitchen the smoke hit her like a ton of bricks, she scans the dirty kitchen with the table littered with booze bottles and can’t mustard a sound.  Holding her dead rabbit she spots the clock on the kitchen wall above the sink and sees she had slept until ten in the evening.  She walks slowly into the smoke filled candle lit living room, and pays witness to a full-blown out orgy.  She wrinkles her eyes in thought what people were doing to each other nude on her living room floor, furniture, and when she spots Doris having a ball with two other gentlemen, she backs out and tip toes to her bedroom.  

Carefully she opens her bedroom door and is rewarded with a couple doing the wild thing in her bed.  Her eyes widen with surprise and turns on her heels running out of her house with hare in hand.  Celeste felt no pain in her gut as she sped pass branches, bushes, and trees heading to her home in the woods.  Many times she fell to her doom from running blindly in the dark woods losing her rabbit in the process.  Her knees were bloody and throbbing when she arrived back at her Ti-pee in the woods. She begins to scream out to no one particular her anguish of having a horrible person in her house. “I’m SICK of this SHIT! Why ME…Why must I endure this crap.  If its not bulling, then it’s parenting, and if its not parenting then its…”  She stopped her yelling when she was raked by agony stomach pains.  Celeste doubles over holding her tummy and begins to cry dropping to her knees on the forest floor.

The cowgirl eventually crawls into her shelter and bares the throbbing pain.  Throughout the night she battled with the aches and pains until she slept peacefully.  It’s nine in the morning when the sunlight peaked through the opening of her wooden dwelling walls to waken Celeste.  Her pains are gone except for a throbbing ping here and there as she crawls out of her hut in silent mode.  The birds are chirping their song for the day as she shakes her wild blonde hair free of debris sitting cross legged on the dirt.  She noticed her haste in the woods left her jeans ripped and torn at the knees.  Dried bloody knees begged to be clean through the opening as she straighten her legs out to observe the damage. 

Celeste sits quiet for a long time remember what she saw in her homestead last night.  “That wasn’t my dad she was with last night, that woman is bad to the bone and it’s time I pull the plug on that hussy.  How can my dad not know what kind of person she is?  Is he okay with this crap or what.”  A ping of pain hit her tummy again, she grabs her stomach and winches in agony.  “I swear to god I will never eat or fix another grasshopper again lord if ya take away this pain.”  Celeste bellows out with beads of sweat on her brow thinking it is karma she is receiving for what she has done to Doris.

The cowgirl crawls back into her cool Tepee and falls back to sleep milking her bouts of pain in solitude.  It is late in the afternoon when Celeste feels better and decides to head back home.  When she arrives at four p.m., all was quiet inside the log cabin, and no cars were on the long dirt driveway. In stealth she enters her nasty smelling home and finds she and her father had been robbed. All contents that made Celeste’s home were gone except the rugs on the floor and stomped out cigarette butts.  “Doris ya in here?” Celeste rings out with care as she steps softly through the open floor plan home.  

No answer came to the stunned little girl until pain wreck it’s havoc upon her once again.  She double over and leaned her back against the wall to hold onto her tummy. “DORIS…” she yelled out.  Silence echoed throughout the empty home, when she pulled herself together and headed for the bathroom.   She almost puked seeing the bathroom littered with vomit and shit.  She backed out and went to her bedroom where clothes littered her empty rooms floor.  She looks up to the ceiling and sees they ripped down the bird mobile Brandon had made her and tore the paper birds into pieces.  Celeste bunches up her fist in anger and wants to scream out, but can’t.  

She feels like she pissed her pants as she touched her wet crotch standing while looking at the mess.  She grabs a pair of shorts and underwear and begins to peel off her dirty jeans only to find she had blood dripping from her private area.  Panic stricken she stare at her bare legs for a few seconds before she dropped her jeans and dirty underwear and put on clean clothing.  “I need a doctor I don’t have the time for this right now.”  Celeste started to shiver in confusion when her grandfather popped into her mind.  It was a four hour hike through the woods to reach her papa’s house, and she would be damned if she struck around for Doris’s return.  One thing is for sure Celeste never hated anyone in her life as much as the CaCa Head Doris at this moment; especially when she is bleeding from her crotch area.  

Celeste leaves everything behind except her blooding clothes.  She picks them up and runs out the door back into the woods to head towards her grandfather’s home without her shoes upon her feet.  She finds a spot later on to cover her ruin clothing under several large rocks and takes note her shorts were soak and wet with blood running down her legs to her bare dirty feet.  She begins to cry and fears she is bleeding to death for defying and treating people cruel, and when she stops to rest on a rock out of breath and beaten down in emotions, she cried out for her mother. “Mama I need ya,” Celeste let the tears fall until she is spent of energy in the heavy quiet dense woods.

The heat of the muggy day didn’t faze Celeste as she trots through the woods with a heavy heart to journey to her grandfather’s farm home with blood stain legs.  By the time she reached her papa’s house she was tired to the bone, hungry and disorientated.  The little tall girl walked lifeless while stumbling here and there down his driveway to arrive at a safe spot in her life.  She smiles when she gives care to her favorite buckeye tree, and when she steps on the porch she feels her world beginning to spin. Celeste touches the wall and sways to clear the stars that suddenly materialized in thin air invading her vision. 

“Celeste granddaughter is that you?”  Henry is sitting at the huge kitchen round table when he spotted Celeste’s curly head and yelled out.  She answered softly yes and tried to grab a hold of the screen doors handle.  Henry got up and quickly went to the door an open it up to a sick little girl.  He takes notice her bloody legs and urgently grabs a hold of her body. “Jesus Mary and Joesph girl what the hell has happened,” he barked out!  Celeste whispers out, “I’m bleeding to death papa, for being bad.”  

Henry took hold of his little girl and carried her to the bathroom to draw a bath.  “Your not bleeding to death little one, you’re going through puberty and have started your period or whatever you women call it these days.  Where the hell is your father and did you run the whole way here girl?” The woodsman demanded.  Celeste softly spoke a yes and sat on the toilet seat waiting for the bath tub to fill.  “Let’s get out of those britches girl they’re bloody, here sit on this towel before you ruin the toilet seat with blood.  “I’m sorry papa, I don’t understand,” Celeste in a daze asked.  Henry felt sorry for his little tornado to have to deal with womanhood alone.  He tenderly changed his attitude to care for his granddaughter in her time of need.  

Henry carefully closed the bathroom door and said to Celeste, “I’m heading into town to pick you up some girly stuff.  If you get out, wrap your bottom half into a diaper so your blood doesn’t stream down your leg.”  Henry hears her soft reply behind the close door of the bathroom, “Puberty sucks!” Henry stormed out of his house pissed off and headed into town wanting to get a hold of her father to break the playboy’s neck for not being at home when his daughter needed him the most.



“Yep I’m one bad ass Mamma Jamma!”


Being with Doris alone in the house was pin dropping.  Neither spoke to each other unless there was a need; nevertheless, Celeste was polite and helpful until her father’s girlfriend screwed up and brought strangers into their home late at night.  She would stay in her room with the door locked to prevent anyone coming into her room.  She could hear the crackle of Doris’s laughter an other’s over the loud music, and in the wee hours of the morning Celeste left her home for the woods, because the house was loaded with sleeping drunks and found peace, and quiet in the forest to sleep her day away to endure the evening events.  

After catching ten frogs for tonight’s dinner, Celeste smiled knowing Doris hated her hunting and skinning the critter’s in front of her with skill, but the woman ate everything that Celeste cooked with gusto.  The cowgirl knew Doris disliked eating frogs so she fried them up to make them look like fried chicken pieces and threw a few grasshoppers to the mix.  She cut the legs and heads off the grasshoppers then chopped them up an added the small pieces of grasshoppers to the fried frog legs.  In the end Celeste had to try them out and found they weren’t too bad to eat.  She giggled at herself knowing if her father knew what she did, she would be in a heap of trouble.  When she finished making dinner she left the plate full of fried pieces of food on the table for Doris to freely eat when she needed to.  Doris went out with a few friends an arrived home at dusk hungry like a bear.  She devoured the plate of food on the table, and when Celeste came out of her room the plate was empty.

Doris didn’t say a word to Celeste the next morning until the cowgirl was heading out to the woods for the day.  “Where do you think your going young lady?  This house needs cleaning an I’m not sticking around here today until later this evening.”  Celeste stopped at the door ready to leave when she didn’t say a word to her father’s ugly girlfriend.  “If ya want to eat, I reckon I have to go hunting, so you clean your own mess up and I will see you later today.”  Doris didn’t like her reply, she immediately stood face to face with the tall twelve year old.  “Your a barbaric, go to the store and buy your food.”  Celeste turned around and gave Doris her attention.  “I don’t drive woman, however you do, so why don’t ya go buy ya own food; besides ya don’t seem to mind eating what I place on the table.”  And with that, the cowgirl walked out of the house with Doris screaming bloody murder at her.  Celeste ran into the woods with speed and when she was a distance from her home she giggled with glee.  

She heard the laughter in the woods from her unknown source and yelled out, “Yep I’m one bad ass Mamma Jamma!”  The laughter coursed through the silent forest as the cowgirl headed to her hut deep in the woods to pass her time away.


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Not so lucky Dawn

How can I not LOVE THIS MAN!!!! Thank you my darlin’ Kiss Kiss

Un autre pavé dans la mare

Following Celeste’s adventure brings a balm to my soul. Positive spirit, fortitude and grace.

She brings back those otherwise laughed about true roots we – many of us anyway, being from « mixed ancestry » – shamelessly (cowardly) toss away : harmony with nature and respect for all things living.

So, for her standing beliefs and so « american » testimony, I bestow upon her the infamous

Medal of the Order of the Zany Cobblestone from the Other Side of the Pond.

… In fact, we’re from the same side of the pond, but don’t fret about it. 🙄

So this makes you a lady in my heart, my friend ! 😛

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“Holy Macaroni it looks like I’ve been sucking on a cow’s dirty tit,” she giggled at herself in the mirror and begins to wash her face clean.


Several weeks in the summer passed Celeste by in snail pace.  She longed to spend time with her grandfather but her father refuse to let her stay with him.  After her comment to the adults the house was thick and tense with foul energy; nevertheless little Celeste filled her days with hunting and fishing to keep her distance and to keep the peace.  It was a hot summer day when Celeste woke up and headed into the kitchen to begin her day.  The minute she enters the kitchen she takes note her father is sitting at the table working on bills.  “Morning papa,” Celeste softly spoke in her sleepy voice.  “Morning girl,” he replied in heavy thought.  She makes a pot of coffee and pours herself a glass of milk and sits with her father at the table.  She views the gray shinning at his temples, and takes note he is aging and wreaks of alcohol.

Her heart breaks for a man she adore at one time in her life and wondered how things went astray with passing time.  She stands and gets her father a cup of coffee.  “Here ya go papa,” she said calmly sitting down the hot brew in front of him and states.  “I’m heading out today to hunt.  What are your plans for the day?”  He lifts his red eyes at Celeste as she sits back down and chuckles out softly with laughter before he speaks to her.  “I’m leaving today for about a month on the road, so I need you to stick around to help Doris out.”  She didn’t say a word as her heart drops to the floor with the news.  “I know you don’t like Doris but ya be a good girl won’t ya Celeste when I am gone, and please stop playing mind games with the woman.”  Celeste’s eyes rose in surprise he would have the nerve to tell her to stop her games.  “Papa, I’m a tellin’ ya I ain’t doing nothin’,” she replied softly.  “I know this is crazy, but I’m a thinkin’ it’s fairies in the woods that are causing the mischief.  It ain’t me papa, cause they play tricks on me too.  And now that we are on the topic can ya tell me about the old Cherokee tale of the Little People.”

“Celeste come now you don’t believe that do ya?”  She nods yes in silence.  “What makes you think they’re fairies in the woods?” She is about to answer her father when Doris walks in the kitchen to get herself a cup of coffee.  Doris sits at the table with black make-up smeared around her eyes wreaking of crappy cheap cologne and cigarette smoke.  Celeste becomes sick to her stomach sitting at the same table as the wild banshee. Her father views the change in Celeste and moves his check book in the middle of the table to observe his daughter quietly for a few moments.  He watches her struggle not to wrinkle her nose up in discuss.  She fiddles with her glass of milk before choosing to down the contents to leave the kitchen before she felt like puking her guts out.  She looks up to feel her father’s intense gaze upon her, and blushes quickly casting her eyes back on her empty glass of milk.

She could stand no more as she stood up to leave.  Her father stopped her before she put her glass in the sink.  “Ya both help each other out while I’m gone.  Do I make myself clear girl, and go wash your face, ya have something black all over your lip!”  Celeste touches her lip in wonder and leaves the kitchen with a sick feeling in her gut. She heads to the bathroom and gives a peak in the mirror and takes note the damn fairies drew a mustache with soot around her lips while she slept.  “Holy Macaroni it looks like I’ve been sucking on a cow’s dirty tit,” she giggled at herself in the mirror and begins to wash her face clean.