Probably if somebody feels at home in a place like this
you should put a bit more effort into rattling her cage.
Just saying.
Journal
From My Irregular Bones
- L-R Frank DeMiero, Luis Moscoso, Vince DeMiero
Sometime in your community these great things happen that make you glad to call it home- people having their voices heard are among my personal favorite moments.
So here’s a moment I’d like to share:
In my community a former bus driver and a highschool teacher are running for Office.
One of the candidates Luis Moscoso ( the former bus driver who is running for WA State Representaive Pos. 2) is my husband and the other candidate (the teacher who is running for WA State Representative Pos 1) is Vince DeMiero.
This post isn’t just a political statement its a heartfelt one.
Luis and I have been together for over 20 years- he makes me proud every single day of our lives together. He’s made me a little less angry at the world because from Luis I have learned that sometimes- though it is a struggle- an individual and one voice CAN make a difference.
Running for any office is a contact sport- and at times it’s gotten rough and nasty.
Vince and his family have made that journey for me- as the wife of a candidate easier to take. Vince and his wife and his wonderful parents have reminded me that there is kindness and fairness out there- even when I went on-line and saw that jokes were being made about using my husband for target practice.
Against the worst that some people can do Luis and Vince remind me that there are good people looking to do the right thing.
So here is to Luis and Vince- good luck to us all this Tuesday:
Click HERE or The Picture To See A Great Video About Vince
Produced by Nick Terry (former student and writer/director of the Seattle International Film Festival hit “Senior Prom
INFO:
I Acccuse Thee Anita Marie
I have been accused of looking “Evil” and Witch Like.
Somewhere out there a Goth Girl just threw up.
Makes Me Think
This Made Me Laugh:
This Made Me Think That Being A Sci-Fi Fan Has It’s Perks:
This Song Made Me Want To Get Up And Sing At The Tops Of My Lungs
When I First Heard It Over Thirty Years Ago
And It Still Makes Me Feel That Way Now:
Theme Song Tuesday
No its NOT really theme song Tuesday.
I just wanted a reason to post this song.
LOL.
Mountlake Terrace Ahoy!
- Seafair Pirates Photo: A.M. Moscoso
I wanted to write something about the Seafair Pirates- and after much consideration I thought it would be fun to write about the terror we looked forward to ( this would have been in the late 60’s early 70’s ) when we would head out to the Torchlight Parade in downtown Seattle.
We used to ask our Parents ” Will the Pirates be there? Do you think they’ll carry people off? Will they have swords? Do you think they’ll cut anyone’s feet off this time? ( When you sat on the curb the Pirates would come by and scrape their swords along the ground and you had to pull your feet up off the street OR ELSE ).
My Mom, always the voice of reason would say about the feet getting cut off thing- ” Well you know, accidents happen.”
I would shake with joy. ” Oh no. ” I would not exactly be whispering as my family buried their fingers or whatever was close at hand into their ears.
Seafair Pirate: Photo: A.M. Moscoso
When I got to the Parade I would try and would force myself to scream in terror to run to my Mom or my Grandma and cry like the other kids did. I must say, I did put forward a darn fine effort. But at some point it would all fail and I’d take off down the street after the Pirates waving whatever I had in my hands over my head like a sword and yelling on the smoke filled street” Come back here you Scullywags”.
Seafair Pirates: Photo A.M. Moscoso
So over 40 years later I am at the Tour De Terrace Parade in Mountlake Terrace when the Seafair Pirates come by and this little girl- I mean a tiny little girl steps off the curb with her water gun, she steps in front of a Pirates- and she shoots.
One of the Pirates stopped leaned forward and dared her to do it again and she did.
She got her Pirate stickers and turned around and looked up at me- she looked a little nervous and a little scared and I told her with absolute certainty:
” That’ll teach that Scullywag. “
Because You Can Never Enough
Here Are More
SEAFAIR PIRATES
PHOTOS
BY
A.M. MOSCOSO
Seafair Pirates-Photo By A.M. Moscoso
I know this- had I been a Pirate on the same street as those clowns, those clowns wouldnt be standing around. They'd be running around. Photo: A.M. Moscoso
You don't want to know. Seafair Pirate Photoby A.M Moscoso
... This Pirate is Famous for being the first Seafair Pirate I have ever hugged...Seafair Pirate Photo A.M Moscoso
They are wearing and carrying severed body parts. Sigh. Seafair Pirates Photo By A.M. Moscoso
Note From Home
When I was a kid in school and for one reason or another had to stay home my Mom used to have to write an ” excuse ” so that I could get back into class.
I don’t what it’s like now days with the texting and e-mail, but back then if you forgot your note you had to sit in the office and wait for the secretary to call home and get the excuse over the phone PLUS a promise to bring the written note the next day.
I wasn’t absent often, but I often forgot or lost my note because
well
because I thought my Mom wrote the most lame excuses ever.
Please excuse Anita Marie, she had a cold
( face palm! )
I would have written:
Please excuse Anita Marie, the exorcism didn’t take- we had to do it over.
I know some kids were mortified by parents who wore funny clothes or sang stupid songs or drove uncool cars, but those notes written by my Mom?
Gads.
So the upshot was I spent time in the Office waiting for someone to get a hold of my Mom- which was no small thing because in those days she worked in a processing plant and someone would have to find her and then give her the message and then they had to pull her off the line and she had to get to a phone and call the school back.
I remember thinking as I watched the secretary’s face how glad that I wasn’t on the phone listening to whatever it was my Mom was saying right then. My Mom didn’t yell or swear. But she chose her words well- which was a shame because it was that particular way she had of communicating that resulted in her awful boring notes that I was expected to hand over on her behalf.
” She was mad, wasn’t she? ” I asked sympathetically.
” Yes. She Was. Very.”
I sat there, usually next to some kid or kids waiting to see the Principal.
Those kids fascinated me. They were real trouble makers and one of my favorite trouble makers who always seemed to be there, I guess now that he had a standing appointment or something like that- He was about 11 years old and he smoked. Buddy wasn’t stealing his unfiltered smokes from his Dad- he stole them from his Mom and she had a tatoo.
This was in ’74 and it was the suburbs so Buddy’s Mom was very unique.
” What’d you do this time?” I asked.
Buddy would fill me in and then he said, ” Fed your note to your dog again?”
” Yeah.”
” Anita? “
” What.”
” Your excuses are lame.”
Comic By Natalie Dee
Gone To Triton
- Triton: Image Credit: NASA/JPL/USGS
My little cousin Stevie died from SIDS.
I think I was about five at the time, so that means Stevie would have been in his 40’s now- his eyes were blue.
So, I went to Stevie’s funeral and he was buried at the cemetery I would work at over 30 years later. Of all the graves of my family members that are buried there I could never bring myself to visit his.
Anyway, there is a point to these random thoughts.
When we were standing there around his little coffin, I remember thinking when I die nobody is going to put me into a box and stick me into the ground.
I decided at that moment I’m going to Triton when I die.
Its a darn fine plan if you ask me.
Neptune on Triton's Horizon: Image Credit: NASA
My 4th Of July
- Darwin (L) Micey (R) By A.M. Moscoso
Ignore my cats- those two think Indendence Day happens every day at dinner time.
I sprained my knee on the 4th of July.
I let it get the best of me and I did not party or visit friends. I just facebooked for a while and went to sleep.
I am So ashamed.
When I was 8 I got a bike for Christmas and I got snow.
I got the Chicken Pox too.
But did I let that slow me down? Hell no. I put my boots on and rode off in the snow and ice over to my friend’s house to show him my bike.
When I was about 14 I sprained my ankle when I jumped down- well fell off my roof rescuing my kitten. Still I managed to get myself to Seattle by hopping on and off two buses so that I could see the Who in concert.
So this year I twist my knee a little and I miss the Fourth of July.
Somewhere in time there is an eight year old and a fourteen year old who would love to kick my heiney- and given how I feel right now, all I can say is
Let them.
On The Same Bus
Photo of Michael Dumovich By A.M. Moscoso
Michael Dumovich is a good friend of my husband’s who plays the 12 string slide guitar. Michael has been part of the Pacific Northwest Folk & Old Time music scene since the early 60’s. Michael is retired and politically active.
A Few months ago Luis went out to Michael’s farmhouse ( built in 1908 ) out in the Cascade Foothills and after hearing Luis tell his story about about his life, his political activism and why he is running for office Michael wrote this song.
I’m not sure if its in the words- or the tune, but the truth is in there- I can feel it and I can hear it.
I think you will too.
A.M.M.
On The Same Bus
Music and Lyrics By Michael Dumovich
Performed By Michael Dumovich & The N@meless Band
:::More about Luis and his campaign can be found at:::
Irregular Bones 
