We made it!
Another Monday is
gone gone gone
I think we all deserve a special treat
Enjoy!
Month: April 2010
Science Monday
When I was a kid I wanted to be a Scientist
just like Dr Phibes.
Phibes had a great lab, he was a musician and his ‘experiments’ seemed to astound and amaze everyone in the most dramatic fashion.
As a weedy little kid whose best friends were a crippled kid with braces on her legs a hearing aid in each ear and massively thick eye glasses and who I was absolutely convinced was a Science Experiment project gone PERFECT and another kid who uses to sit in my cherry tree with me and plan ” death defining tricks ” that involved our radio flyer wagons, yellow Tonka dump trucks big enough for us to ride in and Highway 99 at the bottom of street- you know, Phibes just appealed to me in a very big way.
Of course, at the end of the day my interest in Phibes and Science and those Vincent Price mad scientist kits fully prepared me for the job I had in a Funeral Home.
- Photo: a.m. moscoso
I should also mention that one of my favorite tv shows is
” Say Yes To The Dress.”
That’s a show about women looking for the perfect wedding dress.
Yes.
I am serious.
All I can add to this post is this thought-
it might be a really good idea to monitor what your kids watch on tv.
You wouldn’t want them to turn out non traditional or weird or scary or strange.
Would you?
Who Is The Birthday Boy?
PS I Hope You Die A Horrible Death
Years and years ago- when he was about eight years old, the second born in my family got mad at me for taking away his Nintendo.
To show me how evil I was and how I had destroyed his life- he drew a picture of a cemetery and wrote his name on every single tombstone. I was impressed because there were a couple of dozen of those things and they were all different styles. It was obvious the kid had put a lot of work into that picture.
In fact I know exactly how much work he put into it because he drew it on the while sitting in the kitchen floor when I was making dinner and I was stepping over his emotionally distraught form every time I turned around.
That aside the entire picture was cool, it was detailed there were twisted black trees, zombies, coffins and a full Moon with teeth.
There may have been a Nintendo hanging from its mouth.
Oh and it had the same color hair as me.
It was also wearing a witch’s hat.
Anyway.
I liked it so much I put it in a frame and showed it too my friends.
One day my kid came home from school and caught me showing off his artwork.
He pulled the framed picture out of my hand, stomped his little foot and said, ” I hate you. AND you’re stupid.”
Until today I thought that little picture was the funniest slapdown any kid had ever put on paper and shoved under a parent’s bedroom door- and then I found this on the interwebs:
Facebook Suxs
I take my writing seriously.
I do not take my Facebook seriously.
To let you know, I started my Facebook page for fun, its full of shiny objects distractions if you will.
I have since learned that is NOT how other people see their Facebook.
People have verbal/written brawls on that site.
On a personal level nothing has gotten my slapped down faster and harder…
then sharing a link on my Facebook page about news articles, or links that I found interesting.
I didn’t say you have to read this, you have to see this my way. I just found something I wanted to share and got my freaking head ripped off and my guts nailed to the ceiling.
Until my husband decided to run for office I posted here every single day and though I got the ” you suck as a writer and your opinions are dumb and David Tennant is gay you know ” by and large those comments came from strangers.
When they start coming from people you know?
I think that Facebook is not such a fun place anymore.
Maybe I should take that idea much more seriously.
Maybe I should go back to being a real writer here and not a real Facebooker.
For Whogal and The Develish1
Mighty Mice
I’m fighting off a nasty flu bug.
I think I’m losing.
But Never Fear
My Cat Micey Is Here!
Mr. trouble never hangs around,when he hears this Mighty sound,
Here I come to save the day!That means that Mighty Mouse is on the way!
On the sea or on the land,He's got the situation well in hand(paw)!
Its Hard To Be Me
Luis Moscoso Campaign Kickoff
Thoughts On Easter From The Esther Bunny’s Sister
Do you know why I love Easter?
For starters you get to wear pretty clothes, eat chocolate and in some cases get presents.
I know, that sounds a lot like Valentines Day and Christmas. But take away the disembodied human hearts that seem to float around like Donovan’s Brain and what do you get? That’s right- in the end even Valentine’s Day- with all that potential to be more is just another Holiday.
But Easter?
I don’t care what anyone else thinks
It is a morbid holiday wrapped in pastel colors and delivered to you in a basket and said basket is left by your sleeping defenseless form by a rabbit that can walk around like a human.
I’ve heard that those bunnies are over six feet tall and that they have magical powers.
Honestly, a reasonable person may think this scenario will not end well.
That’s why I love Easter.
It’s just like Halloween-minus the demons and witches and graveyards of course.
Personally, I think Easter is Halloween for people who don’t want to admit to themselves they are into the odd and macabre in a very big way
Painting up eggs to make them up to look happy and then placing them in a decorative way in a basket?
UGH.
I worked in a Funeral Home.
We called that process the dressing and casketing of the dead and if you think I will be sitting around cracking hardboiled eggs open this Sunday morning you are SO wrong.
When I was a kid-well, to be honest I’d be doing it to this day if she didn’t live so far away and I hate to drive at night – I used to get up in the middle of the night steal my little sister’s chocolate bunny out of her basket and sneak out into the hall with it.
Then I would bust off the bunny ears and eat just one- I’d share the other with my dog or brother.
The rule was whoever got there first got the ear.
Then I would put the earless bunny back into her basket.
I can’t help but to feel that of all of my sins if I were to make it to the Pearly Gates THAT is the one that will keep me out of heaven and this is why…
My sister’s name is Esther and when we used to call her ” The Esther Bunny “
I read this to my husband and I asked him if he thought it was funny.
He said, ” its funny as Hell “
I was a little concerned at that line.
So I said ” but you weren’t laughing.”
He told me he was laughing on the inside.
Yeah, you do that I thought to myself as I laughed ( on the inside ) at the thought of his earless – soon to be headless chocolate bunny waiting to visit him Easter Morning.
Irregular Bones 
