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Too Much Damage

Posted on by Standard 78
"Expect no Mercy" shown at the Clubh...

“Expect no Mercy” shown at the Clubhouse of the Bandidos MC, Chapter Berlin (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So, it would seem I was right about the disinformation. I got a panicked phone call that Chef was busting into the house and carrying stuff out of it. I headed over there, and there he was, still wearing Bandido attire, with his 1%er stuff proudly displayed, and accompanied by his new girlfriend who kept smirking at me. Does she think he’s going to be any more faithful to her than he was to me?

He threatened me and the guy who is house sitting, screaming that he was going to shoot the guy’s dogs, and I called the police.

The police treated Chef like a rock star, listening to how the Bandidos were not a gang, but a club and asking him questions. There they were, happily talking away about the “brotherhood” of it.  Chef is still a Bandido, according to him. That isn’t the text messages I’ve been getting. It was nauseating. I ended up leaving, after disputing everything he was trying to take out of the house. Supposedly, a judge was supposed to decide, but when I left, they let him in anyways.

They let him clear it out anyways. I guess that means I can go pick up the bike. It is marital property after all.

The worst part was that our daughter Rebekkah and her friend had been going over there to pick up their friend Lee who is living there now, and she got to stand in the living room, watching her father take stuff out with his new girlfriend. Her exact words were that she never, ever wanted to see him again, hear his name again, see his girlfriend’s face again, or the truck or his motorcycle. She wanted him to just disappear from our lives forever. I’m inclined to agree right now.

If he is still pretending to be a bandit, that isn’t a good thing. If he really is still one, then yet again, he’s lying.

I’m sick of the drama. He really needs to disappear from my life. There is nothing left there to love, respect, or even like anymore. I heard his nervous, fast talking, and he even had the audacity to say, “Please Birdie, let’s talk about this.” He even called me “honey”. Right in front of that girl. Master Manipulator…

I want a different nickname. He’s tainted it.

What started out a good day is definitely ending on a sour note. :-(

– Bird

 

What Exactly Is The Message Here????

Posted on by Standard 37

Things around here have been crazy, and I apologize for not writing yesterday. In addition to a huge outlaw motorcycle wedding celebration, I had other familial things going on, and I just couldn’t keep up with my reading and writing.

Today, after getting the house back into working order, I opened up my website, and lo and behold! I have 155 Spam Comments. I have Akismet, which has been pretty effective in weeding out the garbage that gets sent to my website, but I’m wondering what happened yesterday. Did Akismet take the day off, like me? I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many spam comments show up overnight.

Reading through these, I have to ask….Why is the grammar so obviously incorrect?? I can see where most of them have tried to sound somewhat personal, but when attached to some of the articles, they just sound ridiculous!

Here’s some of them that make me shake my head and wonder what the h*** they are trying to say.

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Maybe some day, someone could explain to me what exactly “spam” is and why their grammar and spelling  is so bad. And how do these messages get me to buy whatever these weirdo websites are selling?

– Bird

How An Outlaw Motorcycle Club Taught Me Honor

Posted on by Standard 54

Chef told me back a few months ago when I started my little blogging adventure that I was bound to offend someone,

Honor is the defining trait I find among the men and women of this club.

and guess what?! Now I have.

For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been honored and humbled by an outpouring of personal emails that people have sent me asking for advice or saying how much a piece I wrote helped them. They always leave me in tears, plus it makes me feel useful in God’s kingdom when I can comfort someone and help them in a difficult time.

And now I’ve been scolded. For what, you may ask? I’m still trying to figure that out. This person doesn’t seem to be one of my followers, and it seems to be a dummy account because you can’t respond to it. Tsk, tsk. But, I’m not even going to use the name you used or publish the email. It really isn’t important to me to embarrass you, and in my opinion, you not even letting me respond via email back to you should embarrass you enough anyways.

Now, I’ve made it pretty clear that you shouldn’t fire off verbal grenades and not have the fortitude to identify yourself. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with having a different opinion than someone else. But when you hide, you are invalidating said opinion, and I don’t know about other people, but I can’t respect that. So, since I know you read my site, I’ll share something with you and hopefully this will put the matter to rest.

The outlaw motorcycle club seems to be a concern in this person’s thoughts. Let me tell you exactly what I think about my husband being in an outlaw motorcycle club.

Many, many years ago, before Chef was involved with this club, he was actually part of what is called a Mom and Pop club. This is mainly a riding club where motorcycle enthusiasts join up each week and ride together to different locations. It is a lot of fun, and is a good way to get to know each other. And for the most part, this group of people were just wonderful. This is the club we belonged to when I was involved in the motorcycle accident, and they were there for my whole family when we needed help. I have nothing negative to say about them.

After the accident though, mainly because of the accident, at least in my mind, I wanted some distance from the reminders, and that kind of killed the joy for me in the club. And with that death came Chef’s, because if the wife ain’t happy, neither is the husband. There was some disagreement, and the club split in half, and our half took to creating a new club.

Now, without getting in specifics, I will say that the one thing that was lacking in this “new” club was honor. Men were hitting on me behind my husband’s back, and it caused a real stir in my marriage. One thing that you have to understand about motorcycle clubs, or any clubs for that matter, is that trust has to be a central point.

It didn’t take long for that “new” club to completely implode, and poor Chef, who desires the camaraderie he once experienced in the military, was left without that important part of his life. And along came The Motorcycle Club. I’m a big one on first impressions, but I’ve learned over the course of many years that I need to gather more information before deciding yay or nay on something, and so I sat back, running my little bar, and watching these men and their women who came calling on Chef. And after some very kind and open conversations with one — Yes, that’s you Brooks– I decided that I kind of liked the structure of their honor system. I’d been told we women should never ask them questions, and in one fell swoop, Brooks invalidated that theory and let me ask the questions that I’m sure others would be offended by, and then he gently answered every single one of them honestly and openly. I’ve had less experience with honesty with pastors than I did with him. Thank you, Brooks!! Turns out, they have more honor than most Christian churches I’ve been in.

Now, let me be clear. Unless you’ve held in your arms a girl who has had her innocence stolen by an adult just so that he can get some sexual gratification, you don’t get to have an opinion about how we perceive the world. The minute that happens to a little girl…and I imagine it is even worse for a little boy…the world suddenly becomes dark, dangerous, perverted, evil. And with that perception comes an innate distrust for people…You tend to assume that everyone is selfish and that you will be annihilated if you are vulnerable. Compounded with that hurt, is having a pastor that your respect, even if you never really liked, tell you that your rape was your own fault. There is nothing you are going to tell me about only looking to Christians for the answers. I’ve learned a ton from non-Christians.

I’d read books on biker culture, scoped the internet, watched television…I definitely had a preconceived notion about who these people were and what they were about.

Then, I got to see up close and personal just how protective these people were with their young, and anyone else’s children as well. I laugh because for all the jokes about them being dumb, I find this lot of people pretty damn smart. And I watched a convicted child molester try to join. Guess what? He didn’t get very far. They have this uncanny ability to sniff out the people who hurt the innocent, and he was sent packing. I’ve watched serial adulterers join, thinking the women would be easier to lay, and those guys are gone too. I’ve watched liars join, and be escorted away from the family. In fact, I have to say that I know a ton of bikers that are professed Christians on varying levels of their walks with God. So much for judging books by their covers.

I also have watched over the years this code they live by. No lying. If you get caught lying, you’re on your way out. No stealing from a brother…You steal, you’re out. Need some help..they are givers, even if it is just their talents they have to give. My home is nice, neat, and well-maintained because of this family we are in. In turn, I take a lot of wedding pictures and Chef cooks a lot food to help out this family. No cheating with other brother’s wives…You get caught, it isn’t allowed and you won’t be staying in the family. And child molesters….just move out of town now. They don’t condone it and will handle their business. In other words, this motorcycle club taught me the meaning of honor and holding themselves to a higher standard than some Christians I know. So, please. Spare me. Unless you are in it, don’t preach to me about who I should be hanging around with. I am not gifted at leading Christians to the Lord, they are already there…. What do they need me for? I will say that I feel safer surrounded by these men in colors than I do sitting in a pew at church. And for those of you who are childhood sexual abuse survivors, you know just how hard it is to make us feel perfectly safe surrounded by people. Am I right?

I am not going to apologize to you or anyone else for being completely honest about the things that I struggle with, or the people who I have a loyalty to. This club had never done a single thing to me that they should apologize for. Are they perfect? No! But they are humans, and they deal with the same failings that Christians in the church pews deal with. Difference is, from what I can tell, they’re more honest about it to themselves and others.  I find that sharing what sins I struggle with makes me human, and it doesn’t give this image that once you are saved everything is Noodle Salad and Church Picnics. Life is hard, and it remains hard. The difference is that I feel like I have a purpose. I have a healing direction, and I have an empathy to help others head down the same healing path. I usually feel like I’m in big trouble when I die, because I do make a lot of stupid mistakes even though I know better. But, for whatever reason, God always deals really mercifully with me, and in turn, I intend to do that right back to my fellow human beings, Christian, motorcycle bikers, strippers, prostitutes, drug fiends, whatever. I love them all. I’m a firm believer and preacher of grace…Without it, you wouldn’t be getting in either!! I will continue to try to become more like Jesus, but let’s be real….I’m never going to resemble Him much…He was too perfect and very much God Reincarnated…

Hope this sets things straight. You don’t have to agree with me, and maybe I’m wrong. I don’t think so, but what do I really know anyways? And seriously, stop sending dummy stuff…that is just too weak! I have mad respect for the atheists and agnostics that disagree with me on my site (respectfully) than I do someone who shoots off fiery arrows and then hides in the trees….Seriously???? For all of you, my email is cathiemartin68@hotmail.com. I’m standing behind my opinions and beliefs.

Ok, I’ll get off my soapbox for now. :)

–Bird

 

 

Bird’s Thoughts on Nipple Shirts and Lust

Posted on by Standard 68

Yesterday, I really got caught up on a lot of reading…You people have been busy, busy writing, and some of it was just

Please don’t show me your nipples.

awesome. One guy went on  little rant about how women dress provocatively and then get mad at guys for leering at them, and made the suggestion that women dress modestly if they didn’t want to be lusted after. Another guy, this one a Christian, gave us women a little wisdom about dressing in a Christian manner in order to not cause men to stumble. And then my best little internet friend Sara, who has been struggling with her decision to find a female therapist mentioned that her male therapist wears nipple shirts. My head just about fell off, because I truly hate to see a guy’s nipples through his shirt. No, it definitely does not turn me on; in fact, I avoid the experience of communicating with men that seem to do this sort of thing on purpose. I don’t know if that makes me a nipple-phobe or what, but there it is…

Sara and I have decided that our code word for “gross” is “nipple shirts”. It is a very perfect code for me. I simply can’t stand it.

But instead of writing a fluff piece about nipple shirts…and I downloaded a plethora of examples, “nipple shirting” my way through the whole research assignment, I thought I’d share something about lust.

Thank God, my kids never gave me a problem with trying to dress provocatively when they were in school. I’ve had to get on to Caitlyn once or twice for the Goth look, but never once have I had to tell my girls to cover up. They just seemed to have born with the same modest gene their mother got.

That being said, it is foolish to think that men don’t look at women who are modestly dressed and still lust after them. All the blame does not lay in the women’s corner. And I know this from first hand experience…remember, I hang with men’s men on a regular basis. It isn’t always the “skankily” dressed women that draw the attention of the men. Sometimes, it is just the opposite, and comments will be made about a woman in regular jeans, regular t-shirt, and a fresh, clean face. Men will be men, and I think the clothes are a very, minute part of it.

I also think that God created men as visual creatures, and to a lesser degree, women, too. I have no problems noticing when a man is very attractive. I have the kind of relationship with my husband that I can say, “Whoa. Nice looking man.” and he can say the same about a woman to me. The difference is that I don’t fantasize about being in bed with these men, nor do I go out of my way to be “noticed” by him. In fact, people who know me will attest that I like to fade in the background…Don’t notice me, please. Especially in crowds. Lust comes into play when you are doing dirty things in your mind with that person, and if you are doing that, it is time to get on your knees and start working some stuff out with your Maker. But every little look isn’t a sin. If it was, why even leave your home ever? The world is full of beautiful people, and I can appreciate what God designed. I’ve noticed over the years that it seems to be men who are plagued by lustful thoughts that get worked up about how women dress. Sorry. Sometimes you have to address that problem inside of yourself…being in America, it is always going to be all around you. And Jesus can fix that thing about you without changing your environment…Or maybe He’ll give you an island so you don’t have to deal with it. Whatever He needs to do, He’ll do it, if you ask Him to.

Because of Chef, I’m surrounded by “bad’ boys, wearing motorcycle club patches. Some of them are scruffy looking, but some of them are simply beautiful to behold. The new trend of mc’s these days seems to be drawing professionals into the fold, and there are some clean-cut, handsome men around all the time. Of course, none of them hold a candle to my Chef, but they do try to give him a run for his money. Do I fantasize about any of them? Nope. They are handsome guys…that’s it. And with those handsome guys, come beautiful women. This is not the place to be if you are grappling with the sin of lust. Thankfully, probably in a large part due to my childhood, that isn’t one of the sins that plague  me. Which I think is why God has me where I am. He does not lead us into temptation. Should I insist that these men leave the club or dress differently because I might have a problem? No. Look to yourself, guys.

So, getting back to Sara’s nipple shirt problem, here’s a picture of what I now think Sara’s therapist looks like when he’s conducting her counseling:

Sara’s Therapist? Gross!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And a few pictures of nipple grossness for Sara’s enjoyment!!

The Time I Flirted With A Gang Member

Posted on by Standard 28
Robbery not allowed

Robbery not allowed (Photo credit: Arenamontanus)

Right after I got out of the hospital following my motorcycle accident, I had tried to return to work. I had always worked in payroll, and to my utter dismay, I trans-versed numbers so badly, I was no longer able to work in that field. Somewhat depressed, I resigned from my job, and for the first time in my adult life, I seemed unable to motivate myself to learn a new skill. Chef tried to encourage me to go back to school, but I’ve always hated going to school, and the idea didn’t sit well with me at all. So, he did the next best thing. He bought me a bar.

I was totally psyched about the whole thing. I researched the area that the bar was in, and I came up with the name The White Crow Tavern. It was only a beer bar, so I set about to obtain a liquor license, which in Oklahoma is one heck of an enterprise. However, with all my attention focused on the goal, I was able to swing it, and for the first time in the 30 years of the little bar’s existence, liquor was served.

I got some of my biker sisters to help me form a pool team, and then we went around to all the other bars in our area and coaxed people to come to my bar. It was fun and successful. Before long, my little ghetto bar was hopping. We had shirts made up that read, “White Crow Tavern — North Enough To Be Naughty”, playing on the fact that the location was in north Tulsa, where crime was at a maximum. Funny, until it became evident that we weren’t immune to robbers and thieves.

This was also about the time period that Chef became interested in belonging to the motorcycle club that he is in now. It being a notorious club, I had some misgivings. However, because the members came to our bar and I got to know them, I was able to discuss my fears with some of them, and I quickly came to understand to not judge these people by what the media or other uninformed people had told me. And the fact that people seemed afraid of them was a plus for my bar. It made people a little more careful about what they would do or say in my bar. Plus, people liked to hang around where the bad bikers hung out, so it added a little more clientele to the place. It was a fun time for me.

One evening when I was closing up, I had two biker sisters in the bar with me, when a man came in. We were closed already, but I’d forgotten to lock the door. I informed the guy that we were closed, but he ignored me, and I knew instantly that I was going to be robbed. Up until this point, I’d had three break-ins, but I’d never been robbed while I was there.

Thinking back to all the stories I had heard about how the biker women can be more dangerous than their men, I was a little reassured that the two badass women that were sitting at my bar would help me handle this situation….right up until they ran into the bathroom and locked the door, leaving me standing alone behind the bar looking at the gang member with tear drops tattooed on his face.

I quickly inventoried my options, and there weren’t many. So, I did what any self-respecting, Christian woman should do. I flirted with him. I’ve never flirted so well in my life!

Taken by surprise, the gang member quickly flirted back. Now, it did occur to me that I could possibly have just set myself up to be raped, but at the moment, I was just buying some time, hoping that the two girls hiding in the bathroom were calling the cops. The guy asked for a beer, and I gave him one, saying that I couldn’t sell a beer after 2 am, but he could have one on the house. We swapped some small talk, and I think I became engaged some time during that conversation. All the while I kept washing the dishes, trying to look like I didn’t suspect a thing. After Gang Member finished his beer, he told me that he’ hoped he would see me around sometime, and then left.

That was the day that I threw out all my stereotypical knowledge of bikers and their women. We’re all just regular people, no matter what Gangland says.

I also learned the value of engaging a person on a personal level..it probably saved my life. :-)

 

– Bird