::::What I Want For Christmas:::
A couple of years ago I asked for my very own Fiji Mermaid.
By that empty spot on my shelf it is very glaringly obvious that SOMETHING was absent from under my tree on Christmas Morning
:::Anita Marie Coughs Delicately Into A Tightly Clenched Fist:::
I SUPPOSE I should have settled for a fake one, but what would be the point in that?
So this year I am going to be practical.
I don’t want a Fiji Mermaid this year, though it is most definitely NOT off th list.
This year I would like to find wrapped in festive red paper and stamped with gold and silver prancing and dancing reindeer and please no bow because for SOME weird reason when my cats and dogs see bows they run and hide- I would like to find-
Here it is
My Christmas Wish For 2010
I would like
A SHRUNKEN HEAD
Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe in Seattle sells mountains of them a year.
I would like one of those.
And no it does NOT have to be a real one.
Wherever that place in his head that Tom Waits lives in is, I want to live there too
- Photo:St. Joseph Catholic Church Cemetery – Rayne, LA Image Gallery
In the City of Rayne Louisiana there is a very unique place
and that place is
Rayne’s St Joseph’s Cemetery is the only cemetery in the United States that faces from North / South as opposed to the traditional East/West design.
As a matter of fact, I DO find that interesting.
I was looking at my stat page at my Owl Creek Blog when I noticed that the Pervs are back.
The thing of it is, there is a Porn star named Anita and when her Pervie fans go looking for her with help from The Google they put in word combos like Anita Dark .
My name is Anita and I write stories that get tagged, upon occasion as ‘dark’ –
so guess what.
They end up at my very Non-Porn site.
I think that is hilarious.
So if they end up here instead of at the other Anita’s site, because I didn’t type in Anita Dark for no reason
they will not find porn.
Instead they will find this youtube clip about embalming.
The first time I saw a dead person, I was a little girl.
The first time I touched a dead body I was a grown woman.
The first time I looked into the face of death time stood still.
I think that in that place where we met
I left part of myself there
with that face
and I do not mind.
Actually, its not a message from beyond, these are actually messages from our local Funeral Home and I’m putting it here because its good advice-
plus you know,
its from a Funeral Home….