Day Eight

:::: A Twelve Day Journey To Christmas Day-

OR

Will Anita Marie Get Her Fiji Mermaid THIS Year?:::

Today

On

Day Eight

Having Dodged The Bullet

I Go In Search Of

Another

cheesy-christmas

We were supposed to have a windstorm

here in Washington State

and some of us  here did.

We were suppose to be sitting here in the cold and dark

and some of us are.

So every time I hit a light switch, or when I sat down to write

my first reaction was to laugh hysterically

and my second was to be grateful.

I mean Churcy Grateful.

Which doesn’t happen often to me

as the Big Guy Upstairs

and I

have had issues this year with each other.

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However.

As I considered my  Fiji Mermaid-less life, my lack of Christmas Spirit and the mindless, thoughtless ” Holiday Greetings” I’ve received from people who don’t bother to find out if I’ve lived or died over the year I’ve concluded that

 I’m so glad I have been  at home,

keeping to myself

with the lousy weather as an excuse to not be out in the world

  for fear that I’ll run into someone ( while shopping…shudder ) and when they ask

 ” So how’s your Christmas Shopping coming along? “

I know that will call what posses me forth and suddenly

 The Christmas Demon in me will appear,

her will spin her head around a few times just like Linda Blair’s in the Exorcist and when she stops she will shriek, ” what do you care, you’re not getting anything anyway.”

I hope it snows some more.

I don’t think I’m ready to face a world full of Christmas.

Yet.

On Day Seven

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:::: A Twelve Day Journey To Christmas Day- 

OR 

Will Anita Marie Get Her Fiji Mermaid THIS Year?::: 

Today 

On Day Seven 

We Find Out That It Really Sux To Be Me 

Just after Thanksgiving, I start getting 

The Letters. 

By that I mean 

Those Letters 

that tell you what the sender did over the year. 

And what a great year they had. 

Which is wonderful for them. 

My Mom LOVES to get those in Christmas Cards, she used to read them to us and she would even hang them up with the Christmas Cards and pass the news that she found neat on to her friends. 

My Mom is Filipino and she grew up in Hawaii and that means – among other things- she’s into  ‘talking story’ so yeah, she’s into those letters. 

I’m not sure how I feel about them- I actually look forward to one of the Christmas Letters I get from a friend, who honestly doesn’t like the computer and travels. Every year I get these whopping  long letters ( and presents- ) around Christmas. 

No fooling it’s awesome and don’t think I don’t put a lot of thought into what I’m going to write back. 

HOWEVER 

Call it me getting Grinchlike in my advancing years but if  someone has  had a hellaciously bad year 

( Some people do, so I’ve heard ) 

you may want to use some common sense before sending out your 

“Snow-Are You Newsletter ” 

First off: 

Would you give details about your kid’s lives- where they work, go to school, where they can be found during the day, WHAT KIND OF CAR THEY DRIVE, even a picture of them to a perfect stranger? 

Of course not. 

So why share that happy news with ‘dear friends’ who wouldn’t know your kids unless your kids walked up to them and stuck a sprig of Holly into their left eye? 

In addition 

you may want to consider who gets your ” Happy New(s)Year ” post which always contains a travel intineray. 

Myself I didn’t go on trips that would be the kind of news I could share back ( not that those kinds of letters actually invite conversation ) 

for example, this year I went  to a Funeral ( only one, what can I say, in my book it was a good year ) and I mourned the death of my friend who shot himself in the head just after Thanksgiving over 25 years ago- and the place I go to in my Soul when I reflect on that time in my life isn’t going to be showing up on the Travel Channel anytime soon- let alone in a ” Holly -Are- You Newsletter “. 

And as to the cool things the letter writer did over the year- 

if the receiver  had no idea that your life’s goal was to swim with the Dolphins and what it took for you to get to that point where you actually go to a place so that you could, indeed, swim with the Dolphins-  they’re not going to understand why oh why you’re sharing that bit of glad news six months after the fact. 

Rule of thumb: 

If your co-worker whom you hate -and the person you sit next to on the bus or train or the person in the check out line ( the slow one ) knows  more about what is going on in  your life then your Season’s Greet-ees, you may want to consider putting that news into a letter, encased in a Christmas Card  and sending it off to ” All “. 

Besides. 

Christmas Cards are not intended to be suck -up ( gee I’m sorry I spent the year not thinking about you) gifts. 

– Things like flowers and wine and 

FIJI MERMAIDS 

are suck up gifts. 

In case you missed that. 

During the Holiday Season I run into a lot of friends from my past- they’re in town visiting family, sometimes they give their old friends a call and sometimes all we do is talk outside in the snow, or we might toddle off for a drink or meet up for a little while for a bite to eat. 

And that’s when we talk about what’s been going on in our lives. 

Those times are pretty wonderful and when they happen I feel lighter, do you know what I mean? 

Sending a letter to eveyone in your address book to say how wonderful things are for you is a bit like playing Chicken in Santa’s Sled with a drunken elf at the reins, if you don’t care how the person at the other of of your letter is really feeling and how they could take your letter….. 

you may want to consider nixing the letter and instead add an extra line at the bottom of your card that says something real like: 

Thinking Of You. 

Christmas Story-A Fansite

Photo:Christmas Story-A Fansite

 

:::and now for a Christmas Song That I really do enjoy sharing::: 

 

Do You Know What Today Is?

:::: A Twelve Day Journey To Christmas Day-

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Will Anita Marie Get Her Fiji Mermaid THIS Year?:::

Today

On Day Six

Anita Marie Asks…

Do you know what today is?

Before I tell you let me tell you about my day.

Today it snowed.

I baked.

I played with my cats and wondered if

I was stranded in my car on the side of the road in this snow storm

would I care about what I wanted for Christmas?

If the power went out like it did last year, and it went back on across the street two days before the power was restored on my side of the street and I had to sit in my dark house and watch the Christmas Lights on my neighbors house go on in the evening and cast little rays of  happy  lights on their  plastic Christmas yard ornaments would getting a Monkey Fish seem like something I would be thinking about?

That I should be thinking about?

You bet I would-and I DID- because I think it’s those wild dreams that give us the strength to deal with the world when things get absolutely unbearable.

I’ve made it my mission in life to see those dreams of mine come true…

and sometimes they do

and when they do it is always so worth the effort it took to keep them alive.

Now here’s the answer to the question.

Today

::It’s Christmas In Heaven That’s What Today Is:::

That’s Right, It’s Snowing

Here in Washington State we just don’t have regular old snow-  HELL NO

We have Thundersnow

Trap us on the Freeway here in Washington?

Oh.

I think not.

In this image from a Department of Transportation traffic camera, a driver who apparently abandoned their vehicle walks down State Route 520 Thursday morning.

In this image from a Department of Transportation traffic camera, a driver who apparently abandoned their vehicle walks down State Route 520 Thursday morning.

What you don’t see here is that a few minutes after this picture was taken cars started to turn around and drive the wrong way down the Shoulder ( behind this pedestrian ) so that they could get off of the freeway.

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you can click the pictures to get to the orginal news stories.

And if you think that here in Snohomish County we just build snowmen or ride sleds down one of our many hills or drive to the Malls and spend all day there eating Salted Pretzels and drinking Coffee with fancy French and Italian names because school was cancelled and we couldn’t get to work so we stayed home

HA HA ON YOU!

We do stuff like this:::

Jayden trying to sit in the snow filled chair as long as he can.

Snow Dare: Jayden trying to sit in the snow filled chair as long as he can.

Now for the best part of Snow Days

The Comics!

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Stay Warm Everybody and if you ARE warm remember- to much Sun is bad for your skin.

Ha.

a.m.

Day Five

 

:::: A Twelve Day Journey To Christmas Day-

OR

Will Anita Marie Get Her Fiji Mermaid THIS Year?:::

Today

On Day Five

Anita Marie Concludes That:

Diamonds maybe a Girl’s Best Friend

But a Fiji Mermaid will never fall off the back of your toilet

and  into the toilet bowl and end up costing  you hundres of dollars in Plumbers fees.

 blue-mermaid

 

It snowed today here in Snohomish County

which was pretty wonderful.

My husband picked me up from work, which was even better because I didn’t have to take the bus home- and instead of enjoying the snowfall from the freeway on a bus which was sure to smell like Lattes and wet wool I got to enjoy it from my own kitchen which smelled like Quiche and warmed up eggnog with PLENTY of nutmeg.

It also meant that we watched some TV earlier in the day then unusual and I’m not sure if it’s always like this but there were lots and lots of commercials and wouldn’t you know it- they were all about buying really expensive presents…get this

FOR THE WOMEN IN YOUR LIFE.

And all of the gifts were jewelry related.

Hurray!

That Fiji Mermaid is as good as mine.

First up this guy is waving a diamond ring under his girlfriend’s sleeping nose.

It’ wasn’t a diamond chip on a delicate silver band in the shape of a heart or something- oh no, this thing was big. I’ll bet the band was platinum too.

I pointed it out to my husband and said:

“Hey. Do you think that’s one of those blood diamonds?”

He waited for me to continue- you know after 20 years together he knew there was more.

” Aren’t you glad that I’m not asking for one of those? WOW look at the size of that thing- and what are they sleeping on? Is that a futon? I’ll bet she makes him sleep on the side that slopes down more- you know on the drafty side of the room.”

He took the remote and turned the channel and …

some guy bought a diamond bracelet for his deaf girlfriend and when he signed the line that was designed to bring a tear to the eye I said:

” He’s bought her a diamond bracelet and he’s only just learned to sign ” Merry Christmas? ” How long have those two been together? A week? What a sap. But when you think about it,  if a man has been with a woman for say twenty years or something like that don’t you think she would deserve maybe two bracelets? Perhaps even earrings and a necklace to match?”

” I suppose. “

“So, like, you’d get me jewelry is I asked for it?”

Actually, after spending the last week asking for Pickled Punks and Fiji Mermaids the look on my husband’s face was saying- no I take that back,

It was crying out:

 ” God I wish you would.”

“Good thing I’m not shallow, right? “

He agreed.

My husband was also watching me the same way my dogs watch me when I come up  to  them with their Flea Drops hidden behind my back.

” Yeah. I’m into the Spirit of the season- you know doing heart felt things for other people and all. Like bringing a little joy into their life and recognizing their uniqueness”

By the time I was done pointing out that it was okay to get strange presents for strange people there was another commercial on and in this one an entire family was presenting a Mom with a necklace set with the birthstones of her children.

She was crying.

Her kids were crying.

My husband was almost crying.

” Boy. I mean thats’ exactly what I’d want- my kids hanging from around my neck- what an efficient way to do it- this way they could do it all at once and from a distance. Now that gift took some thought. Don’t you think?”

My husband turned the TV off and now I’m writing and I think he’s talking to my sister.

That’s it guys.

She’s out there waiting for you to bring her home.

Happy Fishing.

a.m.

Day Two

:::: A Twelve Day Journey To Christmas Day-

OR

Will Anita Marie Get Her Fiji Mermaid THIS Year?:::

Today

On Day Two

Readers Want To Know

Why the Hell Does This Woman want a Monkey/ Fish For Christmas?

original Fiji Mermaid & P.T. Barnum
original Fiji Mermaid & P.T. Barnum

Last year my nephew, who was dieing went into the hospital sometime around Thanksgiving. A few weeks later he went into a hospice and before his birthday in July he died.

I think it was just before Christmas when we went to see him in the hospital.

He was blind by then, he could still talk a little and he was very aware of  everything going on around him, so my sister-the famous Esther- and my adorable baby brother who nick named me Cheetoh- our spouses and parents and kids all crowded into Andy’s bedroom and did what we always do when we get together.

We laughed and told stories …

and then it started to snow.

I was reading Andy stories from my blogs and for awhile everyone left the room but they hung around the door and I think that if there was any one reason for me to have been a writer – it was for that moment.

Because my nephew was proud of me.

I told him about writers and artists I’ve met on line- he knew you- my friends there at The Soul Food Cafe- Heather and Lori, Cle, and Jane, Gail and Jill. I told him about Sylvia and Vi and Lois and Winnie.. I told him about Max and Kitty and how they wrote screenplays- he was a movie fanatic you know. 

I told him about the funny things that people write and how serious they are about their work and how one day the story I’m writing about a Werewolf who wants to be a Magician will be a book one day.

And when I was done he said, ” Oh Wow.”

Those were the last words he ever spoke to me.

I remember it was snowing.

So, at this time of the year when things are so hard for everyone-when most of what I  feel tonight is grief because it is snowing and it is cold

you may be wondering:  why do I write about my quest my very own

Fiji Mermaid?

Because Andy would have got one for me- that’s why.

He’d think that something like a Fiji Mermaid would be the perfect thing for me to find under my tree on Christmas morning.

In fact, I’m sure he still does.

So because he can’t get me that ultimate gift.

I WILL find her for the both of us.

You just wait and see.

a.m.

December 2008

::: this music clip is here because Andy loved the California Raisins when he was a little boy- and we used to call each other ” Cab ” because of the opening lines in this video-we used to run them together for fun- plus we loved the song- so enjoy::::

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On The First Day…

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:::: A Twelve Day Journey To Christmas Day-

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Will Anita Marie Get Her Fiji Mermaid THIS Year?:::

Today

On Day One

I set out and discovered that you can’t get it all from  The Mall

Today I asked my sister what her daughters wanted for Christmas.

One of my nieces wants Special Powers.

She wants to be able to understand what animals are saying.

I asked for a Fiji Mermaid – one of those awesome ones with fur and teeth.

I’ll bet my niece gets what she wants for Christmas this year.

On this first day I see my hopes for starting my own private Sideshow Museum slipping further away.

It’s Day One

and I am not feeling very Christmas’y’ right now.

There are 11 Days to go and that could change.

Right?

nothing says Merry Christmas like watching someone- or something smashing themselves in the head with a hammer

::from

a

Claymation Christmas::

 

A-Musing

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Today my friend was whistling a tune as he walked by me.

He had this bounce in his step and I think he was even dancing a little.

He stopped turned looked at me and said:

” Oh Yes.

 THAT was Tina Turner. “

I think Tina is his Grandma’s age.

But what the hey.

It’s a day wasted when you can’t think of at least one person can inspire you to whistle a tune.

Even if you can’t whistle well at all.

WHAT PETS WRITE IN THEIR DIARIES

Same Planet, Different Worlds…

 Excerpts from a Dog’s Diary

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8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm – Milk Bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

 

Excerpts from a Cat’s Daily Diary

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Day 983 of my captivity:

 

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They

dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or

some sort of dry nuggets.

 

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless

must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

 

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to

disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

 

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I

had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly

demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending

comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards.

 

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed

in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear

the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to

the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means and how to use it to

my advantage.

 

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my

tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this

again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

 

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The

dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be

more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

 

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the

guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors

have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.

For now …

:::where I got this from-my husband-who probably thinks my cat wrote it::::

Alone Time

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When I’m all alone

I sing.

I sing so bad my cats dive under the couches and purr- and I’m pretty sure they’re doing that because they’re scared out of their minds.

My dogs will stay with me but somewhere into the first song their eyes start to water and after I go into my third or fourth song they start chewing on their paws- at which point I stop because I’m afraid if I don’t stop they’ll chew their legs off or something.

So why do I do it?

Because it’s fun.

That’s why.