With Yo Bitch Ass

There are so many quotes in literature and pop culture that make us pause and reflect.  Quotes that humble us or enlighten us. Quotes we put in our senior yearbook, scrawl across our diaries, repeat to ourselves during our dark times.  Quotes we offer our friends when they look for advice and quotes we drill into our kids heads to make them remember.  Everyone has one that touches them so deeply, if they weren't such a wuss, they'd have it tattooed on their back.  This is mine.

When I saw it, I knew I had found my motto and my guiding words for the rest of my life.  It is perfect. It says so little, yet has the potential to say so much.  The author who penned this left so much unsaid, yet spoke volumes to my soul.  Who was this bitch and what is with her ass?  What was the author trying to tell said bitch?  Who was with her ass or What was with her ass?

We can create a college course based on this quote alone.

Did the bitch ever see this message?  Did she take care of her ass?

Or was as the author talking to me?  Was he taunting me?  What have I done?  So many emotions run through my mind.  Maybe my bitch ass is the one in question.  MIND BLOWN.

I took this picture in 2008.  Brandon and I went to Findley Market to buy some produce.  This was what greeted us as we parked.  We came for the fresh tomatoes, we left with the words that I will carry with me the rest of my life.  It will be the words I say to my daughters on their wedding day and it will be the words I will sing to my grandbabies.  I keep hoping to find those words on my next birthday cake.  My birthday is in 2 weeks.  I'm crossing my fingers with my bitch ass.