A Nice Little Prison And A Barb Wire Fence

 

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When I was about 10 years old I was sitting on the curb with some neighborhood girls and we were planning our lives- we decided right then and there who we would marry, where we would live and what sort of jobs we were going to have when we grew up.

Most of what I was hearing involved big houses and jobs as stewardesses or teachers and marriages to actors and the Osmond Brothers.

I remember my friend Karen sort of flinched and said, ” What about you Anita?”

I took a deep breath and I was off and running because like a lot of girls that age I was planning  on ” one day “.

I said I was going to be a writer like ” The Twilight Zone Guy ” and then I would become fighter pilot and then after I got done with that I was going to be a Captain, like Captain Kirk,  and be the first woman to land  a spaceship on Mars.

I  told my friends I expected to discover real aliens on ‘ faraway planets ‘ and after I died I was going to be buried on Titan in a cemetery they’d have there one day for Space Explorers like me.

And then I said I never wanted to get married.

I  wanted to live in a cabin in the mountains with some pet wolves and I wanted a salt water aquarium full of sea horses.

My friends stared at me with their mouths hanging open.

Karen grabbed Melody, Melody yanked on Shelly’s arm and they moved  a few feet away from me whispering to to each other and giving me horrified looks the entire time.

When they were done Shelly stomped up to me and I nearly dove into the street straight in front of an on coming car because I thought she was going to kick me

I swear to this day she was almost crying. ” That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I’m telling your Mom…everyone is right- you are a weirdo!  Of COURSE   you’re going to get married!”

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Hey, Hey, Hatshepsut!

Tuesday is Inspiration Day ( it’s my blog and I say so…that’s why ) so here we go-

This is someone who inspires me-

Enjoy!

They’ll Get You and Your Little Brain Too

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Last Summer I was listening to a news story on the radio about the grand and glorious day when human and machines will be one.

The Computer Guy telling this story sounded like a Minister at one of those Tent Revival meetings that they air TV either really late at night or super early in the morning He was preaching fire and brimstone and all the bad things that will happen to those who don’t ‘walk the path’

The world was an imperfect place and this man wanted to ‘improve it’ before it was to late.

Okay, I made that part up- but the thing of it is this Computer Guy intrigued me because the only other people I’ve seen who are that afraid of the world  live in cabins out in the woods where there are no roads or sewer systems and their little babies wear camouflage sleepers and  they have bomb-shelters in their backyards.

They don’t think the world could end- they think it SHOULD end.

Of course after it ends there’s a plan…there’s always a plan.

And guess who has it?

Computer Guy says that one day they’ll be able to implant a chip in your head and that they can load programs right into it- you’ll never have to go to school and learn to be a Teacher or a Carpenter – or an Accountant.

You’ll just be ‘written’.

So how do you ‘write’ a brain to create a Count Dracula or Dr. Phibes? How do you program it to accept and develop ideas like those little wind-up toys that everyone has at their desks at school or work?

Who the hell will be programmed to design Pez Guns?

That’s what I thought- there is no plan for that sort of person to be ‘brought forward.’

I hope Computer Guy turns into ” I think I better Shut My Mouth Guy ” before he ‘deletes’ the people who make the world an interesting place to live in.

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and in Roswell

when they say everybody  is welcome

….they mean EVERYBODY

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Give Till It Hurts

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I take the bus to and from work- and I would like to say I do it because I care about the envirorment. Okay I do- but the plus side to expressing my love and support of nature is  that I can look into all the cars I want.

Then I can make up my own polls.

Like I’ve done how many nose pickers in NEW cars can I count in 10 minutes? How many people are reading books ( and driving at the same time ) and then I write it all down.

And sometimes I get bonus shots- like I’ve seen people putting on makeup and shaving and changing their clothes.

And sometimes I see things that just stun me.

I watched this guy chase another car down the free way- and the car he was chasing did the right thing. They didn’t react or yell back or slam their brakes.

So this guy- who’s driving this Lexus and wearing a suit pulls up alongside this car and it’s ” you mother^%%$ this and you ass$##@ that and he’s making these obscene gestures and then he holds his hand up like he’s holding a gun and he’s pretending to shoot into the other car.

And the only person in the car that’s looking is this little girl in a car seat.

I wonder about her, like will she remember this guy who mimed holding a gun at her and pulling the trigger? Was she scared? What could possess a grown man to do something like that to a little girl in car seat?

I guess I’ll wonder about that for a very long time.

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Eight Little Things…

My friend Max tagged me-  I was suppose to come up with eight little random facts …. and being that this is MY blog I decided to go ahead and do eight random facts about memememememememe!

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1. When I was a mortician’s apprentice I got seriously addicted to PEZ candy.

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2. I have a morbid fear of electricity

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3.  I  think Reality TV is Satan’s Vomit.

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4.  I’ve written stories about ghosts that I’ve seen and  about weird places that I’ve been too and really odd people I’ve met and then I make it sound like fiction.

 I’m such a coward.

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5. I think it’s great when my husband does political work because all of the sudden the same ISP from our area shows up and SOMEONE crawls through my entire blog page by page and my stats go through the roof.

 My own Mother won’t take the time to do that- Hell I don’t even do that!

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6. My favorite color is red but I tell people it’s pink. It’s so sweet when their faces scrunch up and they say, ” Pink? Really? “

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7. When my Sister was 5 and I was 8 she had a dream that her Baby Alive Doll came to life and tried to kill her. So she put Baby Alive in her closet and buried her under a bunch of clothes. Every night I’d go into her closet and take Baby Alive out and sit her on the foot of my Sister’s bed. I’m so grateful that after years of ME my Sister will admitt to people we’re actually related.

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8.

I think Jack The Ripper was a woman.

Actually….I just like to say that because it stresses people out.

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He Has The Right To Your Life

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So this guy who has a dangerous strain of TB flies around the world spreading his little microbes o’ death like screwed up wedding confetti and  the CDC  gets out ahead of this thing and tells people not to worry – which on it’s face is pretty weird considering they don’t exactly release feel good stories on a regular basis.

And then we find out maybe that’s because:

(from Yahoo news )….

The honeymooner quarantined with a dangerous strain of tuberculosis was identified Thursday as a 31-year-old Atlanta personal injury lawyer whose new father-in-law is a CDC microbiologist specializing in the spread of TB and other bacteria. 

Okay, I’m officially stunned. 

But I’m getting away from the point I wanted to make. 

What I wanted to say is that I wish I HAD been on the plane next to this guy and that at some point he had coughed into my face.

Why?

My Goodness, to have sat next to the man whose life is more important then anyone else’s life on the entire planet?

I’d have been honored.

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