Is That The Moon? by Diane Ogden

Is this the most beautiful moon you have ever seen in a black and white?  Okay that is a bit of an exaggeration I know.....Or is it the worst newest Christmas decoration of 2012?  Or......is it a UFO?  Or an ORB?  Actually, I took this picture in the parking lot of the local grocery store!  It is truly the ugliest street light you've ever seen! Rust and all. But I was so excited to see some of the first decorations, I decided to try this upshot.  And how bout that,  it turned out pretty darn good.  The glare hid the rust and gave me a nice fake moon glow.         (Or moon over pole glow)  Either way I like it.  And I am rambling on so...the end

 

 

 

I'll be Back!........by Diane Ogden

I really will be back, 
A momentary glitch is all...... 

Susan's Christmas Shop, Sante Fe.....by Diane Ogden

This isn't funny, but it is cool.  I found it at a clients home today.  It was a gift to her from her in laws who just came back from vacationing in New Mexico and brought this precious gift.  A beautiful hand painted ornament by Cathleen Kardos, 2012.  I simply found it to be something so beautiful?  Beautiful is not the right word.  Classic??  Creative yes....pure talent....yes.  I actually found myself wanting one of these except I do glitzy, frilly, antique, shabby chic, pink, crystal, and so on.  Maybe I will buy a tree just for this one perfect hand crafted ornament.  Then again maybe I wont.  I love to dream. To dream of buying an extra Christmas Tree just for this one hand crafted ornament.  Another dream is of creating a fancy Barbie Dress for a child's shoe box gift....  a donation to Jersey's Hurricane Sandy victims.  A bag of diapers for a new single Mom. But I work so many hours to survive this life I find no time left for the dreams.  I am not sad.  I am happy, grateful for my job, thankful for my life.  So until I find something interesting, funny, or not....  be safe, be happy, be well, and get rich so you can sleep.   And so you can pay to take your dog on AMTRAK which they do not allow as of now.  So how do I get to Sante Fe?   Google huh?

Maybe you will look this up and buy it??  Idk...

D-3 = Laughing Gas..........by Diane Ogden

So I rec'd a letter in the mail today from the local University Hospital telling me that basically they had been snooping in my files.  It told me what I already new about myself.  That I had moderately low vitamin D levels.  Now here is the funny.  They want me to do one of those trial studies.  You know where they pay you to be a guinea pig.  Yup and I "ain't no" pig of any kind last time I looked. Here WAS their deal:  One year study,  no Vitamin D intake for the entire year, two day hospital stay at some point which was not mentioned, do my own blood and urine samples daily or weekly I do not recall, and for all that chitzola I will get $1,000.00.   ARE THEY NUTZ?  If I didn't take my D-3 for a year I might be dead from zero laughter and depression.  If I miss my D-3 or forget it for a week or so I find myself in an unhappiness state of mind.  These folks couldn't pay me $10,000 to give up my happy pill.  Well, I might have to think about that one before I walked on past.  Humm.....I bet the blood tests are to make sure I am not cheating.  Obviously that crossed my mind. Hey I said it crossed my mind it didn't stay!
That is my silly but real news for today besides the fact I ate an entire banana before bed and now I am awake since lil past midnight taking tums.  I ate it so I would not wake up to those nasty leg cramps.  You know, from low potassium intake.  Well how'd this work for me?  Notsogood....  So until I eat too much before bed, or some University wants to study my body, (they would seem to be the only ones interested in said body) be well, be happy, (D-3) be safe......and get rich so you do not have to even think twice about doing one of those scary university medical studies...jjjeeeezzz!

I took my Shabby Chic huge puff ball blanket to the Laundromat for them to clean ($10) as my washing machine is not big enough.  You see I have been waking up with cat hair in my teeth as well as stuck in other areas of my mouth. Lovely! The beautiful blanket attracts and holds the cat hair and retains it like some fat women say they retain water. I don't want to use that beautiful soft cat hair retentive blanket now that its all clean.  Also myy eyes have been itching badly lately, actually for a long time. I hope I am not allergic to cats considering even my eyelashes have a white cat hair stuck to them on occasion when I wake up. Anyway...when I got there to pick up the blanket it wasn't quite dry.....

So I am sitting outside the Laundromat waiting as they told me ten more minutes, when a clan of African people, (oh no I am not prejudice unless) come out with two months worth of laundry and attempted to put it all in a small red car held together with red duct tape. Yes indeed! It was a true Wal Mart case I was viewing 8 x 10 glossy close up.

 One of the guys throws a huge duffle bag of clothes on the back of my car! No shit.... I am eating my Milio's #12 with chips of course and about lose my food from sheer dis-belief. He must have thought the old girl was too old to care. The car I mean.

I raised my lil Samsung Galaxy 2 and snapped a photo of the bag thru my rear view mirror. Why? I don't know...maybe I felt as though I was winning that lil war.   He left it there a long time. I wanted to ....but I just couldn't do the crotchety old lady thing and get out a bitchin at him. Know what I mean?

You see earlier...... 

I was at Milio's and I had two bags from TJMAXX hanging on my right forearm, a purse and another bag hanging on the other arm. And a Cape Coat on. Hard to do anything with a Cape on. I needed napkins so I reached for the napkin holder with my right hand (try picturing this) which

was not able to reach far as the bags and Cape Coat were holding my hand back. I stretched as far as I could and caught the napkin holder with my finger and p u l l e d it toward me which in turn knocked a stack of paper cups onto the dirty floor. That is when one YOUNG girl made a disgusting sound from her vocal cords which seemed to be understood  like some sort of sign/sound language by  the manager who then came over and picked up the napkin holder and SLAMMED it down CLOSER to me saying, "WHY DON'T YOU LET SOMEONE HELP YOU MAAM!" I said in my mind.... Hello asshole manager lady who spoke to me like I was elderly and incapable. When she realized her tone was not nice she tried to make up for it. I never said boo. Lately I am noticing how different I am starting to be treated. Yes like I am old. I left there feeling really crumby. Actually talking to myself (like the elderly do) all the way to my car. LMAO as I type this.

Sooo I had a great day

Woke up to doggie diarrhea too. That was special...

BUT....I'm good.  So you be good too, and be well, be happy, be safe, (no shootin African's, or Asian's, or Indian's, or White's) at the laundromat when they simply throw duffle bags on the trunk of your private personal vehicle) I mean walk on me, I'll lay down and you can put stiletto's on and walk on me!  NOT!  And get rich in case you accidentally do shoot 'em so you can get out of it!

Just Kidding sorta, Nite 

Cleopatra Lives...... by Diane Ogden

 I bet you guessed it already. This is Cleopatra.  And she is alive because of mwah.  Hey, its good KARMA.  Keeps the bad ones outta my bed get it?  No not men, icky black hairy critters.... yes I
know some men are exactly like that and I have known my share.  BUT....Cant write that book unless
my whole family gets swallowed up all at once by a tsunami and we don't live by the watta!  What does that tell your imagination mind. That book is somewhere in the cells of me brain and wont be going anywhere else. Unless I get mad at all of them and that is a sincere possibility.  So sit tight cause that would be a hellova book indeed.  Back to my point.  KARMA.  This is a "Daddy Long Legs,"  not the silent comedy-drama starring Mary Pickford. Not  the musical starring Fred Astaire, Not the thoroughbred racehorse either, nope this is her majesty Cleopatra....and she lives on week after week behind a beautiful stainless steel recycle bin at a clients home.  Shhh I don't want them to know because I like them too.  And she isn't hurting anyone.  In fact I Googled Daddy Long Legs to check on it.  They do carry venom but they do not express it on humans like we express ourselves onto them. SQUISH like shit! Bad KARMA man.  If I thought it would harm my clients I would suck leo up into the vacuum and empty it outside in the trash receptacle and let it work on livin!  But really these lil guys and gals don't hurt anyone so I let them live.  Cleopatra lives on until either they find her and whack her out, or one of the dogs gets her, or she climbs into the safe trash for food and oops, it gets taken out as she does....  heck maybe she'll make it to the dump site and finally be in her real heaven.  I believe we are all one, big and little (Cleopatra included) unless danger abounds and then it is him or I.  That be a diff story.  Then I snuff em out just like war.  Suppose I should have taken her outside but dadgum its cold out there.  I once had a client (its an old blogpost) who trapped a mouse in the house, drove it to a park, and let it go.  They were two psychologists...go figure huh?  They told me they kept getting collect calls from the park..."Come get me, the snow is too deep and I'm hungry." I laughed.
Of course you and I don't believe that but what a funny from a shrinko huh?  So until I find and save another critter, or get spooked by another black cat.........be safe, be happy, and be well because its now very cold in Wisconsin. And ............(get rich so you can start a save the spider farm..)  DUH jut kidding....I do kill them all the time but not Cleopatra cause she is one of those long legged safe ones.

eeww, eeewww...I was scared "It" was going to jump on me when I was photographing it....then I remembered daddy long legs aren't jumpers....Lucky for you Cleopatra

Good Luck?......by Diane Ogden

 This is what came to greet me today as I was leaving a clients home.  The day after Halloween no less.  Her name is Aretha Franklin and she is prowlin if you cant tell.  As well as not allowing me to leave for sure.  I would not say she has a welcoming face or for that matter a welcoming demeanor either.  I stood there thinking what she might be thinking.  Was she trying to communicate something to me?  Was it good?  Was it not good? (you know, evil?)  Was she just curious climbing on my hood and over the door and into the car?  Was she my Dad? (I know I know not Dad!)  What if she wouldn't get out so I could leave? What did Aretha Franklin want with mwah?  Maybe she was just bored and I happened to be in her driveway.  Anyway I just remembered this cat (they have one other grey kitty too) and the other grey one walk to the park with the family and hang out, lay around, picnic, and so on with the mom and dad and two lil ones. I am serious...they don't run off and then they walk back home with the fam.  I have proof as I have seen the photos of them laying at the park with the fam.on facebook.  How much better can it get?  Well it could be better if Ms Franklin would mozie on out of my space so I could go home.  She did when she was darn good and ready and not before!  I didn't argue or shoo shoo her off, nope.  Any cat that walks to the park with her fam and walks back is smarter than......"other cats."  Brilliant deduction huh?  That being said, I let her do her thing and just stood there waiting for however long that took. And then I left and so did she.  I "ain't" dead so Aretha must not have carried any negs into my means of transportation. Still I "wonder" if she isn't my old dead auntie Mildred.  A normal real live real cat cannot walk to the park, stay with fam and walk home!  It must be Aunt Mildred. Now that I have solved the scared of the black cat issue, you all be safe, be well, be happy, and don't be scared of black cats.  They are merely your old aunts reincarnated and begging to still be allowed to drive past their time.  Cant cha tell?