WHEREAS Anita Marie spent 2007 writing about how much fun you can have in a graveyard, revenge, corruption of the human spirit, monsters, demons and ghosts
WHEREAS Anita Marie spent her free time in 2007 talking to two Mummies at Curio Shop in Seattle
WHEREAS Anita Marie is planning to put together her own Fiji Mermaid when she should be planning things like how to deal with things like oncoming traffic
WHEREAS Anita Marie spends way to much time mapping out a ski route through two local cemeteries and curses the Universe and whoever is in charge of it every-time the snow reports turn out to be bogus
WHEREAS the first vacation Anita Marie has taken in over 10 years is to a UFO festival in New Mexico in order to carry out a brilliant plan
THEREFORE Be it Resolved: Anita needs to have a little less fun in 2008
Michele Anderson executed her family and will we ever know the real reason?
Doubtful, Michele is a killer.
And how could you believe a word that falls from the mouth of a person who plans to execute her entire family on Christmas Eve?
So we will always be left to wonder why Michele Anderson butchered her own family.
I, for one, will always wonder what kind of walking nightmare could spill the blood of two innocent children and then use her victims to remind us that she is human and is capable of empathy.
Michele said she had those children murdered to spare them the awful memories.
The reality is she will not have truly spared anyone, and that includes the public who will never be safe as long as this inhuman monster is allowed to dwell among us, until she meets her death at the end of the executioner’s needle.
And at that point it’s my sincere hope that her Hell begins.
Michele K. Anderson and Joseph Thomas McEnroe were charged Friday with aggravated first-degree murder in the methodical Christmas Eve shooting deaths of her parents, her brother, his wife and their two young children. With these charges, the state has the option to seek the death penalty. Read more »
This clip is a segment from a cartoon that really bothered people- in fact this bothered them so much it was banned.
It didn’t have swear words or nasty pictures hidden in the background.
What it expressed was a thought- an idea.
A few months ago I ran some ads for a local public meeting and from that point forward have been harassed- both on my blog and in public by officials from a local government agency.
So- what is it that moves a person to ban the THOUGHTS of another person- to use intimidation to stop you from speaking? Why move forward on such an impossible task?
Yesterday my family were sitting around the old Christmas Tree, eating the Candy, finishing off the turkey and telling stories with Christmas Music playing in the background- all that was missing was Tiny Tim asking God to Bless us all.
But that old fashioned Christmas feeling was sort of shot to the North Pole on a Yule Log because at least four of my family members were sending text messages to their friends.
I choose my victim- which thank you Baby Jesus was my little Brother-and I start giving him a hard time about being a slave to his Phone and he says how he’s just starting to get the hang of this text messaging thing so he has to practice.
It’s like learning another language, he tells me, and if you don’t practice you could really embarrass yourself like he did a few months ago
when….
” You know what happened when I started this text thing Cheeto La Frito? ( that’s his nickname for me) I couldn’t get those letters right. It was weird I’d get these letters all strung together that made no sense so I wouldn’t answer. I even took my phone back because I thought something was wrong with it.”
” Anyway, I was dating this girl and we were supposed to meet for dinner and I’m at the restaurant when she sends me this text message that her Grandmother had died.
Well, I couldn’t think of anything to write back so I just sent her my love. “
” And….”
” Well, I thought I’d use the new lingo and typed in my love. “
“I’m sure you’ve been a good girl, what would you like for
Christmas
Anita Marie?”
I said:
“I’d like to go to Roswell for
The 2008 UFO Festival.”
” That would involve you leaving the state for a few week, wouldn’t it?” Santa says too me.
” Indeed” I say to Santa.
” Talk about killing two birds with one stone ” Santa DOES NOT exactly say under his breath.
” Huh? ” I ask.
” Sure Anita, call my elves down there in Roswell and book a room
because I’M GETTING YOU THE HECK OUT OF SEATTLE… I mean no, wait….
you’re going to Roswell for the 2008 UFO Festival….enjoy!”
“I will Santa, I will…” I say with heartfelt Christmas Joy- I’m talking the real thing…not that fake Hallmark Joy.
…and if you’d like to read about my Journey to Roswell don’t forget to come back to my Irregular Bones- I’m going to do my own count down to the big day and beyond….
because this is a big deal…
look at the
great time I get to have
OVER THE FOURTH OF JULY HOLIDAY!!!
Hop on board the UFO ( well click the UFO Roswell Logo ) and see what kind of fun they had down there last year
Hey! Merry Christmas and don’t forget to have a Happy New Year too!
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!
For serveral years I believed my family Christmas Gatherings on the whole were trauma and drama free- or so I thought until I decided to write my own version of ” The Twelve Days of Christmas”.
And then I started to remember things like the time I went on a bike ride in the snow covered with Chicken Pox. And how on another Christmas I convinced my little Sister ( let’s see she was about five at the time) we found her floating in Greenlake in a basket just like Baby Moses and how if Santa found out he was probably going to take her presents to her real house so she shouldn’t count on getting anything at MY family’s house that Christmas.
Oh and there that Christmas Eve I hid all of my brother’s socks and underwear- we were older at the time – like 19 and 18 or something. But watching him toss a hissy fit over a bunch of lost underwear was worth all the threats of bodily harm my Mom was threatening to do to me if I didn’t give his stuff back right now That Christmas Eve is one of my most precious memories.
No it did not send him into counseling- at least I don’t think so.
And of course there was that time when I was about 13 when my dog Sham -who was this giant Malamute snatched the turkey off the counter where it was cooling and after I got it back from him me and my brother and sister had to put it back together because we tore it almost in half when we pulled it out of Sham’s jaws.
Talk about team work- not only did get that thing put back together we did it without our parents knowing- which of course probably isn’t the case at all but what the hey- it was probably the quietest the three of us had been since our Christmas Vacation from school had started a week before.
My parents were into ‘be grateful for small blessings’ mindset.
Let’s see- oh sure, there was that other time I took all of the chocolate covered cherries and drained the juice out of them- and for the rest of the night everyone complained about ‘that box of defective Cherry Cordials’ and how only OUR family could be unlucky enough to get it.
That box of candy still represents our family as the Underdog Champs of the world.
And then there was that year me and my brothers and sister and cousins performed a concert for our families.
We stood on the stairs just like the kids in the Brady Bunch and song meaningful heartfelt songs like Working On A Chain Gang, Teen Angel and my own personal favorite Goodnight Irene.
That ‘ concert and the songs were my idea- and if there was ever a Kodak moment in the history of photography the look on all of those faces as they watched us sing by the glow of the Christmas Tree was one of them.
So honest- there wasn’t a lot of trauma or drama and looking back on it you could have done worse then us – given how many of us there were and how all of us were so different from each other ( okay and the rest of the human race ) all of these things could have been the stuff of holiday disasters.
But they weren’t.
We always had a good time and I’ll bet that after reading this a few people will be awfully glad they’ve got the families they have.
So on this Eve of Christmas I started to think about:
My childhood friends- gone from this life- who used to call up on Christmas and ask if it would be okay for them to come over and how my Mom or Dad or one of my other relatives would snatch the phone away from me and say to them, ” if you weren’t busy asking stupid questions you could be here by now.”
I thought about my Grandparents and my Aunts who left us but not before they taught me to be brave and kind and creative – and to never be afraid to speak up.
And I thought about my sweet cat Wolfgang- aka Insanity Jones- whose confidence in me to take care of him and to be his friend never left him- I saw it in his eyes when he died.
I thought about how I could easily sit here and just grieve over all of these losses on a night that’s about gathering together to celebrate life and hope.
And in the end I knew I couldn’t do that because
what they all gave to me, nothing can ever take away.
Irregular Bones 