Now She Gets It

I took an art  history class once and totally blew it- like I could never figure out what the paintings and artist were saying,  but I’m pretty sure that this means someone has a drug problem.

Happy New Year …Again

The truth is, I’m sort of glad I don’t do the New Years Eve Party scene anymore.

I hated the rushing, I hated the drama that happens when people drink or when they feel like this is the night to purge whatever has been nesting up their backside all year, I hated the glitter that got over everything- my hairand up my nose and in my ears.

Above all, I especially hated celebrating something that pretty much happens every single morning anyway.

Now on New Years Eve I order pizza and wear fleece pants with Hello Kitty designs all over them, I wear ginormous sweatshirts that I pop into the dryer for a few minutes so that it will be toasty warm when I dive into it  and I wear slippers that look like wolves-cozy snuggly soft wolves with pointy little ears that fascinate my dog to distraction.

Then at the stroke of Midnight I take my dog outside and we watch the fireworks.

While we are outside also eat the rest of the pizza because nothing is sadder then uneaten pizza the morning after a holiday,  and we both wear sunglasses even though it’s midnight because why the heck not.

I guess if you want to celebrate your idea of a new start or you want to celebrate the fact you got into  that special dress or your with the love of your life and you get to throw back wine after butchering a toast to the New Year in a foreign language go ahead.

Knock yourself out.

But last night I sat out in a dog park with  the best dog in the world, I was warm and cozy in a pair Hello Kitty Fleece pants, a hoodie that I got from the Pompeii exhibit that came through Seattle awhile ago and my lucky pair of thirty-eight year old Ray Ban sunglasses with one cracked lens.

Hamish’s glasses have palm trees on them and for some reason he likes them.

Hamish sat next to me on the bench and we ate Pizza, we watched the fireworks

and it was pretty damn awesome.

Happy New Year.

I mean it and I didn’t even have to write it on a balloon.

 

 

The Fallen Tree

 

“If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” 

 

I miss the days when social media was fun.

I miss having my  blogs be the first place I went to when I wanted to talk about what was going on in my world or where I went to share my ideas.

Now I  of mindlessly trudge to Facebook and post things because that’s where people go to talk and socialize. I guess that’s ok if you’re a shut in, or you work from home or if you’re living in a place where you haven’t exactly found a way to fit into the community around you.

None of those things apply to me.

But I guess my fear is, if you don’t belong to Facebook do you exist?

 

Cow Says ” Moo “

 Risk for a Random Challenge-Write 10 random sentences and put them into a paragraph.

 

My devil duck is dusty today. Seafood can’t kill you, can it? What big teeth you have. Cow says moo, dog says woof. There’s a dead guy at the door for you. I’d sell my soul for a cupcake. I tried to run it down, but it got away. Are we alive yet? The pond out back is on fire. I can’t stop dreaming about having nightmares.

 

 

 

IBMC #03: Risk for a Random Challenge

Darwin Was Not Amused and Other Random News From LCJ

The buzz at the end of the week concerning Facebook was it’s falling stocks and people aren’t  creating accounts the way they used to and a segment of the community  don’t trust it.

That’s why I liked my blog, I just toddle on over and create stories, or post links to things I like or I post pictures that I take for fun.

I understand that people get down when their friends don’t acknowledge what they put on their Facebook page. Putting yourself out there and expressing yourself  takes a  bit of nerve. But I don’t feel that what I do at Facebook is social interaction, so I don’t care about that platform nearly as much as I care about my blogs.

If I post my writing  or photographs it’s safe to say what I’m putting in these places is the real ”me” as opposed to the ” Profile” me at Facebook.

So.

With that being said, here’s some pictures I took yesterday- memorable because it was hot and I was not in the greatest of moods but when I went back to see what I captured I decide it was actually an ok day.

Here is the proof:

I really liked the flowers we chose, especially the lavender.  But I paid more attention  the containers- each has a different texture and color. I think it adds a little side note to the plants that makes an interesting read.

I’m going to start a little herb garden- Herbs are great. They have different personalities and come in a variety of colors and sizes. Just like fish.

As I mentioned earlier it was really hot outside.

This is how my boys dealt with it:

Hamish taking using the fan I bought especially for him and his brothers, Micey and Darwin.

I almost activated Micey’s murder button-  I was blocking the cool air…bad Mommy!

Darwin was not amused by the heat, the fan or me.

Darwin is never amused.

This is a real toy from a time when smoking was cool.

With that, I’ll say goodbye for now.

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Ugh. I’m a Commuter

We have you now Anita Marie, the doors are closed and like it or not you’re a drone and when it’s time we are going to launch you to work.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

While you’re with us, enjoy the view of our famous stainless steel spiffy Potty Room. Doesn’t it smell just peachy?

Photo A.M. Moscoso

We’ve heard you like art so much we provided you with some:

Photo A.M. Moscoso

We hope you enjoyed your trip today and the one you’ll take tomorrow and the one that comes after until the day you die.

You should have run when you had the chance.