Funky Coffins

May 17, 2009 / Anita Marie / 2 Comments

At one of Heather Blakey’s older blogs called the The Writing Notebook the first prompt on 8-3-04 was about these kids in one of her classes who designed Funky Coffins ( she had them do it on paper -if I would have been their teacher I would have had them in a wood shop somewhere sawing and nailing and gluing away , but that’s me) and then they wrote pieces about death.

This is how I feel about Coffins- I’ve seen a lot of them, I’ve had to move them and polish them and put them into the ground and now I know that when I meet my maker I don’t want to be put into a coffin- I want to be stuck up in a tree and I want nature to take it’s course.

However.

I may reconsider that if I can have a Coffin like this one:

: This coffin was commissioned by Mrs Pat Cox, nurse and music teacher, who’s lifelong passion was the ballet. (Top Ten Crazy Coffins chosen by David Crampton, Director of Vic Fearn Co Ltd).

So, you may be wondering – because if you know me the words ‘ Anita Marie ‘ and

‘ Fine Arts’ don’t exactly go together-

why did I chose the above coffin and not, let’s say-

this one:

: This replica of a vintage car is the latest coffin commissioned. Others being made include a 1913 Rolls Ropyce Silver Shadow replica, a Viking Long ship, a Star Trek space pod and a Lucozade bottle!

I’ve chosen this one:

: This coffin was commissioned by Mrs Pat Cox, nurse and music teacher, who’s lifelong passion was the ballet. (Top Ten Crazy Coffins chosen by David Crampton, Director of Vic Fearn Co Ltd).

because it will send my Sister, who was a little ballerina, into hysterics.

She will certainly want a ballet slipper coffin…and so will her friends who seem to copy whatever she does, and I can think of a few of my guy friends who would go with one of these because they’re just strange ( which is why I love them so ) and before you know it-

there’s going to be a cemetery in Washington State where everyone has been buried in a giant pink ballet slipper.

My hope is that a thousand years from now this team of archaeologists will find this cemetery and when they start to unearth what has been buried there they will find…

Oh WOW.

I wish I could live forever because there is no price I would not pay to be there on the day that happens.

A.M

sources and links:

pictures from BBC Nottingham homepage: Top Ten Crazy Coffins

Writing Notebook: Be Like An Athlete

CRAZY COFFINS GALLERY– the site

Happy Friday

May 15, 2009 / Anita Marie / 3 Comments

Guess what I’m going to do this weekend.

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I know.

I’m one lucky little writer.

Hope you get lucky to.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Guess What…No I Mean It … Guess

May 13, 2009 / Anita Marie / 4 Comments

I went on-line and had my fortune told.

Can you believe it?

You can actually have your tea-leaves read

on-line.

So I tried it because it doesn’t cost anything and I’m always suspicious of anyone who wants you to cross their palm with Silver or you credit card to do things like Readings.

Okay,

here it is

the results of my very own Tea-Leaf Reading:

Take no remedies if your heart is clear.

I guess that means if it isn’t broke, don’t fix it.

Go ahead and call me Miss Buzz Kill, but I think that’s pretty lame.

Larry The Cable Guy says stuff like that all of the time.

Hang on a sec.

I’m going in for a second one:

Tell me your dreams, and I’ll tell you who you are.

I’ve got a better one.

How’s about I don’t tell you and I don’t get angry letters from my Mom reminding me that my little nieces read my work on line?

Wow.

This is fun.

Let’s do another one:

When times of adversity seem at their worst and defeat seems most assured – hidden from view beneath you, is often the greatest, roller coaster ride.

That sounds like an excuse you give to the Judge in traffic court for why you were weaving all over the highway:

” It wasn’t my fault your Honor, adversity hid the road from me and I was trying to find it as fast as I could”.

Do you know what?

That was fun.

And I had a great time.

In fact, I guess you could say I was inspired.

Source and Links for this Post:

Tealeaves

Marked

May 12, 2009 / Anita Marie / 2 Comments

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

The Window People

May 11, 2009May 11, 2009 / Anita Marie / 4 Comments

: Photo: a.m. moscoso

Since last Winter I’ve been catching a bus across the street from where the Window People are.

The Window People like to stand there and watch people go in and out of the Transit Tunnel.

They like to watch the street people sitting in the Park.

They like to watch people like me waiting for our buses.

I know they like to watch because they are always there, standing in the window looking down.

It makes sense- being that the window people are up there – they must see the oddest things from their Window

but I work below the street in an old building and I like to look up when I get outside

you see the oddest things sometimes.

So THAT’S What Saturday Nights Are For!

May 10, 2009May 10, 2009 / Anita Marie / 9 Comments

: SHAMBALA

Guess what.

I actually went out and had some fun-

on a Saturday Night-

can you believe it?

Me neither.

Me and my husband and a bunch of our friends ( Hi Gary and Wendy and Poppy and Kent and Christine and Todd and Bill -whose brilliant idea it was to go out- and Diana and Marvetta and Stephanie !) went to hear some music- the band we saw is called Shambala and if you want some music to party to and dance along with these are your guys.

So I’m writing about this to prove I do other things besides writing and hanging out with my cats ( who probably don’t really like me that much anyway) and to let you know what I have learned-

there is something to this having a social life thing.

I might just have do it more often in the future.

Mick

Shambala- Music On Myspace HERE

Shambala Website HERE

SHAMBALA

Hope In The Spring

May 8, 2009 / Anita Marie / 12 Comments

: W.A. Mozart

This is Wolfie, he died two years ago from kidney failure.

He was 17 years old.

Wolfie isn’t like my other cats because:

He loved eating potato chips

he would fight me for my cheeseburgers

and he considered stealing food from my plate a contact sport .

For fun he enjoyed getting into my book bag, probably just so he could hear the crash when he would knock it off the chair.

He also found ways to steal my pillow when I was sleeping- I guess I should be grateful he only wanted to sleep on it.

The thing of it is, after he died I realized I wasn’t use to pillows anymore and I was waking up in the middle of the night and tossing it on the floor.

Wolfie had some weird habits, but I wasn’t the perfect pet owner so it balanced itself out.

This is Carl Kolchak