Day Two

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:::: 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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He Did It His Way

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I don’t know want inspired this person to put David Tennant and Sid Vicious song

in a video mashup together…but it works.

 

On The First Day…

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

OR

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

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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

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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.

 

Sometimes You Just Do It To Yourself

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I’m not a hard person to shop for at Christmas- I don’t care about stuff, I just like opening the packages and being surprised.

Which means that I’m really hard to shop for because people think that I won’t say what I want…and when I do give it up and say what I want those same people think I’m kidding so these are the things that I have asked for and have never, ever received and probably never will.

Knives.

knives

I wanted a set of those fancy knives that all good Cooks have in their kitchens.
I’m actually a great cook and I’d have to be because I use one knife and it’s never been sharpened. So really I can work miracles in the kitchen.

In case you’re curious

I will probably never get a set of knives from anyone I know because  I write about people getting their heads chopped off… A LOT…oh and I was a Mortician.

And I have a temper.

Next:

I have asked and asked and ASKED again for a

Fiji Mermaid.

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Yes  I AM  serious.

I think they’re cool.

And after 35+ years of asking I haven’t  seen  a Monkey /Fish toy, model, picture or keychain under my Christmas tree.

I suppose I will never get a Fiji Mermaid because- geeze I don’t know, I guess it’s because when I’ve been asked, ” Are you serious? ” I just roll my eyes around and walk off.

Something with Two Heads.

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Actually what I wanted was a Pickled Punk.

I wanted something in a jar that I could name Bixy or Lil’  Chunkles and all I know is that after years of  begging I have an empty shelf in my room with no Jar…oh wait I do have one full of fake eyes that float in water but that doesn’t count because I bought it for myself.

I can’t explain the Pickled Punk no show under the tree situation. I guess there’s no way anybody in my family is going to go to a store and asked for something dead in a jar to give to someone at Christmas…even if that someone is me.

Well.

I can’t fault my nearest and dearest for not twisting Santa’s otherwise open and giving hand to give me the present of my dreams-

 I did it to myself.

I just ask for weird stuff.

So.

This year I’m going traditional.

This year I’m asking for something old fashioned.

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Okay.

Fingers crossed everyone

and

Merry Christmas!

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This Is Just A Test

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I figured if I posted this picture

 no one would notice I didn’t write anything for the 8th.

Worked.

Didn’t it?

Fine. We’ll Go There.

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a christmas rant from

The Bones

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I was walking home from my bus stop yesterday when I noticed

the glaring lack of Christmas decorations on my street.

The next day I noticed

a glaring lack of  Christmas decorations on a lot of houses beyond my street and I suppose that

there may not be

– to paraphrase Dickens-

 much to make Merry about.

Eight of my friends have lost their jobs

my nephew lost his life

my patience is gone

my sense of humor is non-existent

and if I have to suffer through one more freaking commentary from

” Progressive Liberals” whining and bitching about how

disappointed they are in Obama’s Cabinet Appointments I am going to take my middle finger

and jab it into someones eye.

If you have a pulse and you have a job and there is the slightest ray of hope making it into your life may I suggest that you make the best out of what you have because the alternative to not having your life, a job and hope really, really sucks.

Now get the plastic Santa out of that box in your garage, pour yourself some eggnog and try to enjoy what you have.

It could all be over before you know what’s hit you.

a.m.m.