Hey ya’ll…Pissy here. Did everyone have a good weekend? I did. Yay! This is the second one in a row; I’m on a roll. I wonder if I should be suspicious of what that means? ((Hmmm….)) Any-hoo…
The third and youngest of the brood in my personal adaptation of “Children of the Corn” went into the big city for the weekend to see a friend off who’s moving, so the old man and I were alone again. We ventured out Friday night for a bite to eat relatively close to home, ending our evening early and quietly as we planned on taking the scoot out Saturday to make the lengthy trek to Clarinda to see my boy. Saturday came, I did my spit/shine on the house early, and we were off.
Had to wash the bike in town first. The old man won’t go nowhere on her until ‘Black Betty’ is clean.
And the end result is….
The old girl cleans up pretty good, huh? Isn’t she purty? Yep, the old man likes to go vintage, and that’s why Pissy appealed to him! Hey, I can still give him a decent ride too! ((snicker)) “Thar she blows with the potty-mouth again”. I know…I know…moving right along.
Pissy cooling off in Shenandoah, Iowa. It was hotter than a French prostitute, guys! Yikes!!
We decided to stop for eats in Clarinda before heading up to the prison. I took out my braids and attempted to straighten up my hair before going into the “Ice House’ restaurant, but I think I needed a mirror.
Oh well, Pissy’s more worried about hydrating than how she looks at the moment.
The old man can be an ass-and-a-half at times, but he still floats my boat. I suppose it’s a good thing that I catch myself looking at him occasionally and think, ‘If I didn’t know him, just met him, I’d still wanna do him!’ It can’t be all bad…
The prison guard in charge of the visiting area this time was a HUGE ass, and I found myself biting my tongue immediately upon arriving and signing in.
Guard: “Oh, you can’t wear that shirt in here.” He scowled eying my tank top to let me know it was inappropriate, cause ya know… “I’m… too sexy for my shirt…too sexy for my shirt…sooo sexy it hurts. I’m a model…you know what I mean when I do my little turn on the catwalk…” Ha..ha..
Me: (I rolled my eyes and showed him the black t-shirt my husband was holding for me while I was stuffing our shit in the locker) “I know. I brought this to put over it.” I managed a smile, over gritted teeth. ASS-WIPE!
Guard: (He sticks his head out the door again) “You have to remove the bandana too. It’s considered a hat.” He sneered. In what fucking universe? Is he kidding? ((sigh)) Ever tried fixing your hair within minutes of having a lengthy scoot ride? Apparently I’m talented as you shall see…
Well, after the meet-and-greet with that asshole we found ourselves waiting in the entry while he paged my boy three different times. When he did finally arrive the guard reprimanded him for not showing up quicker, then sent him back to his room for a belt. Fucking jerk! I hate people that abuse their power just because they can. We did end up having a nice, two-hour visit though. My boy looks great. Being clean from drugs he’s been able to put back on his weight and looks healthy again. They’re already letting him work on the outside supervised, so he’s started to get a redneck tan and some color to his cheeks. He also volunteered to help out with filling and moving sandbags for the flood effort going on nearby, and has been doing that for several weeks. I’m so proud of how he’s coping with being on the inside.
He set aside a little money he’s earned from working to get a pic taken with me while I was there. They wouldn’t let me take my camera in, so this pic is of the photograph that they took of us.
This is my oldest son, Jud. My pride and joy. The baby God gave me after my first two attempts at conceiving failed. My gift from God that never fails to make me proud despite mistakes he may have made. His heart is gold. I absolutely adore him!
We decided to take an alternate route home, and lo and behold found ourselves approaching a sign indicating that the next exit was Villisca, Iowa. No shit? It’s right here? I told the old man to take the exit ramp, cause this was the perfect opportunity for me to see THE HOUSE. For those of you not familiar, let me explain.
Circa 1912, in the small, sleepy town of Villisca, Iowa; an entire family and two, young house-guests are slaughtered in their sleep. Overnight guests, Lena and Ina Stillinger (friends of the Moore’s young daughter) were found in the spare room on the first floor. Josiah and Sarah Moore were in the master bedroom upstairs. All four of the Moore children were found in their bedroom across the hall. Authorities believed the killer was lurking in the attic waiting for them to come home from church and retire for the night before he struck. He butchered them all in their sleep with an ax, then for reasons unknown to this day, covered all the mirrors after doing so. The bodies were found the following morning, but after 99 years the killer still hasn’t been. It’s one of Iowa’s greatest, unsolved murder mysteries.
Anyway, the house has been restored and the current owners have turned it into a money-making business for the curious and slightly depraved. Like me! For a fee visitors can tour the house during the day, and those brave enough to sleepover that are willing to shell out some serious cash can spend the night inside. It’s said to be extremely haunted, has been the subject of books, blogs, paranormal studies and shows, and also a movie. And Pissy was finally going to get to see it…Yay!
Okay, so when we showed up out front to just take some pics, we noticed there were some folks sitting outside the barn behind the house, so of course me being the people-person that I am, I had to walk over and have a chat. Turns out they were overnight guests that were waiting on the rest of their friends in the group, who were out touring the cemetery where the victims were buried, as they were the ones that had the keys. So here they were kicked back drinking some cocktails, and after a bit of conversation asked me and the old man if we wanted to go tour the house for free when their friends got back. WELL…HELL YES WE DO! “FREEEE…TOUR OF THE SCA-RY HOUSE! FREEEE…TOUR OF THE SCA-RY HOUSE!”
(Disclaimer: All photograph’s taken were with the complete consent from said subjects, although they refused to contribute their names.)
Well, I had an absolute blast, as you can imagine! After touring the house and thanking the guests for giving us that free tour (Pissy loves freebies, as she’s such a thrift-whore!), the old man and I bid our new acquaintances Adieu, wished them well in their quest to make it through the whole night, hopped on the scoot, and headed back home. The ride was long, but enjoyable in the coolness of the evening. Yesterday, upon downloading the photo’s into my pc was when I spotted the orb. MY FIRST ORB, GUYS! YAY!! Now I gotta send it in to the official Villisca website. I’m adding a few links below that might interest you if you want to learn more about the Villisca Ax Murder House. I hope all of you had a rockin’ weekend too!
[ Pissy is still a little green with the machine, so if the links don’t go through you’re going to have to type it into search. Sorrrrry if it happens!!! ]