If I were to do
David Tennant Picture Day
what picture should I use…I mean, this is serious work I can’t put any picture up and call it good…
So
should it be this one?
I don’t think so …
Mmmmm….not sure
I think…
I think…I think….
I guess I’ll have to give this more thought.
So Sorry,
David Tennant Picture Day
did not happen.
Forgive me.
Please.
Pretty Please?
I hear this A LOT :
” Anita, you could be pretty- if you tried “
So I have tried.
I’ve done the hair thing, the makeup thing the manicure thing, the diet thing
It is not a pleasant experience
I won’t kid you.
I would LOVE to be skinny.
Being an offense to Nature and the delicate sensibilities of my fellow human beings is not something I take any joy from- it makes me feel mean and out-lawish.
I used to be a Girl Scout who did the crafts and cookie thing until I got kicked out by our leader’s daughter because I forgot to bring donuts on treat day. My point is, I don’t think I was originally wired to be vicious.
Rest assured, I have not ruled paper bags out of my immediate future or my wardrobe. I wonder, would they count as one of the ‘accessories’ that might ‘help’ me?
I figure that about a year after I am dead I will look exactly right- I will be thin, my hair will be perfect, and at last my smile, which I have been instructed to WORK ON because it ” helps” ( it helps- in case you are curious to distract the eye from the train wreck above my neck) will at long last be ‘nice’.
I don’t need to point this out but I’m going to anyway- my smile will be perfect, mostly because it will have been stapled and glued into place- but none the less it will be there.
Best of all, after I am dressed – and I guess it will be the right dress that flatters me the best because someone else will have chosen it- my makeover will be complete, I will at long last fit into the world of beautiful people.
I can hardly wait.
Comic: nataliedee.com
Yep.
That’s right.
Move It Along….
Don’t We Have A Weekend To Get To?
When I was little me and my friend Bonnie used to sneak up on each other and then we’d pinch an arm or whatever was close to our grubby little fingers and say
psssst psssst goes the Bactine.
We thought Bactine was fun until we got a cut or a scape and actually had to use the stuff- in case you don’t know, Bactine is an antiseptic and it stung….
But I never went for the Band-Aids or first aid in general.
Me and Bonnie were infamous for walking around with bloody scrapes and wounds because- for starters- we weren’t disturbed by the sight of blood and we figured out at the tender age of seven that everyone else was.
So, to add to the fun Me and Bonnie used to bust into our medicine cabinets so we could grab the Bactine. Then we would play with it on the way to school- the end result, of course -was that when our Moms went looking for the Bactine the bottles were either gone or almost empty.
Later my friend Bonnie told me that her Mom and my Mom both knew we had something to do with the missing Bactine because we used to reek of the stuff.
When Bonnie told her Mom that we used to spray it around for fun just so that we could sing the jingle and say ” Pssst Pssst Goes The Bactine ” she didn’t look surprised.
As we were growing up and me and Bonnie would -upon occasion do something a little odd or strange one of our Moms would say- usually in the Principals Office- they would say , I’m guessing in our defense “maybe they did it because of that Bactine Thing.”
No matter how silly weird we were, our Moms always seemed to know what we were up to and why or at least they tried to understand us.
So I remain surprised that Me and Bonnie’s Mom are still oblivious to things like
Me, Bonnie And Betsy and the time we tied my Radio Flyer Wagon To The Back Of The Bus so that we could see how fast my wagon could REALLY go.
Today
IS
International
Don’t Get Eaten By A Cupcake Day
Nobody knows how many people have been injured and in some cases devoured by these Tiny Terrors but I’m willing to bet its a lot.
Cupcakes are little and tasty and sweet and they have fooled us all.
Today
Is
June 15, 2010
And On This Day
All Over The World
We Are Calling Out The Cupcakes.
Stay Safe.
Today one of my friends pointed out that Christmas is six months away…
and with that factoid my Christmas Card list shrunk by one name.
I.
Love.
Billy.
Connolly
I wonder, can this picture inspire me to write a post ?
Hang on, give me a moment and let’s see what happens.
Got nothing.
Here .
Let me take another look.
Maybe something will click.
Mmmmmm….nothing.
Okay, I’m willing to take it for all of you writers who are suffering from writer’s block because I am a team player.
Okay.
Here it goes…
I am going to focus and-
Oh Man I Got…
Nothing.
Well.
Almost nothing.
When I smell flowers I think of funerals- and because I have worked at so many funerals the minute I smell flowers I can see caskets and a lot of sad faces so-I don’t like to be around flowers. I don’t grow them, I don’t use them as decorations in my house. I like seeing pictures of them and I enjoy wearing flower prints on my clothes.
I miss the real thing- I really do love flowers.
So I just had to find new ways to appreciate them and that is alright.
However.
The one think I can’t get around is the color
Orange.
I hate to eat orange colored food, so if I am faced with orange colored food on my plate there had better be green or chocolate or butter involved because the minute I see orange colored food the muscles in my jaw do their thing and my mouth will not open.
I’m not even sure why.
All I know is that somewhere in my head I am convinced that if I bite into something orange it will bite me back.
Hard.
There’s probably a reason for my outright dislike for Orange Colored Food but I guess I’ll never know what that reason is because I don’t want to think about it.
You see, when I see Orange Food.
I can smell flowers.
Irregular Bones 
