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The Window People

/ Anita Marie / 4 Comments
Photo: a.m. moscoso
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!

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SHAMBALA
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

Mick

Shambala- Music On Myspace HERE
Shambala Website HERE
SHAMBALA

SHAMBALA

Hope In The Spring

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W.A. Mozart
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

Carl Kolchak
Carl Kolchak

 

Last year I rescued him from a bad end- he was caught in a trap and on his way to the Humane Soceity when I took him home.

Carl isn’t like my other cats because:

He eats potato chips, hogs my pillow and if I blink he will steal the food off of my plate.

 

And when I walk in the door and sit my book bag down he purrs so hard his body shakes and then he jumps up grabs it and pulls it down.

When it hits the floor he doesn’t even flinch.

 

It’s funny, the way life finds ways to go on.

 

 

BRB!

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Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

 I would have sworn

on the day I took this picture the sky was blue.

Obviously it wasn’t.

Memory is a funny thing.

Rotting Corpses and Me

/ Anita Marie / 1 Comment
I’ve been told
that
some
people get e-mails with pictures of
fluffy cats
and
flowers
and sometimes even trees attatched to them.
I get stuff like this.
FYI
I like fluffy cats.
LIVE ONES
thank you very much.
a-students-dream1

Monday-You Have Been Warned

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Cle has a plan for dealing with Monday.

I’m going to go proactive.

This is what I plan on doing to Monday should it be dumb enough to even TRY and get too close to me.

First, I’m going to catch it with this:

fig015

And then I’m going to do this to it because  I know HOW:

duotronic

And then I’m going to put it into one of these:

coffin_casket_compare

And then of course I’ll have this done to it:

vasnetsov_grave_digger

 If (and I don’t see failure as an option here) my plans for Monday are  a success

 I can start thinking about what to do to Tuesday and Wednesday and before you know it all we’ll have to deal with is Thursday.

Or as I like to call it

Fridays’ Eve- so I don’t see it as a problem yet.

And then after I’m all done dealing with the Monday Situation

It will be happy dance time.

YAY!

happy-dance

And Now A PSA From The Bones

/ Anita Marie / 19 Comments

Photo: Meet H1N1

Photo: Meet H1N1

It’s all about using some common sense:

If you run around like your hair is on fire in an emergency situation, you will die.

So.

Here are some common sense things you need to know in order to deal with H1N1.

You can’t get it from eating Pork- not unless a sick Pig sneezes or spits on it before you eat it. And if that is indeed the case you need to eat it and die because you should not be in a position to add your Genes to the Human Gene Pool- in fact, they need to be removed.

And I’m talking every last trace.

Don’t blame Mexicans, people with brown skin or that poor child in Texas who died for this Flu. If you’re a Racist don’t use something like a Virus to bolster your arguments. Viruses are vicious and Evil on their own and they don’t need any help from you. In fact, it’s possible you could give them a bad name.

Don’t worry about the Media overreacting to this story-. Its what they do. THEY TELL STORIES. And if the stories don’t sizzle you don’t pay attention to them. Haven’t you noticed that yet?

I say for information, go to the CDC site . But remember, you’re not a Doctor and if you memorize the H1N1 symptoms I can guarantee…YOU WILL HAVE THEM BY THE NEXT DAY.

So keep calm, don’t panic and remember the flu can make you sick, but Ignorance is a Killer.

Stay In Good Health.

Anita

Back At You Tia

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my brother

 my brother at his son’s memorial service

Yesterday on my way home from work I was thinking how much the world has changed in such a short period of time I think about my Nephew who is not alive to see it.

Sometimes the world is pretty awful and sometimes it’s pretty great and most of the time I like it and I’m sure he would have too.

Yesterday on my way home from work I saw this beautiful silver hearse pull up along side of my bus.

Okay, yes I noticed it,

That may sound weird but the fact is I drove black hearses ( which are boring and old school ) and that silver one?

It was a beauty.

So I’m watching this great looking car, which I could easily see myself behind the wheel of

when I see the Funeral Homes name stenciled, tastefully on the driver’s door.

It was a hearse from the funeral home that my Nephew went to after he died.

As a rule, that home doesn’t do a lot of work this far up North in our state.

So I suppose

on that day

at that time

when I was thinking about my Nephew

he was thinking of me too.