Band on the Run

I think there is a strong possibility that I have been abducted by aliens and dropped on a remote planet way-far out there in some unknown galaxy. Yesterday, I found a layer of ice on the windshield of my car. Yes, we do have a two car garage but still both vehicles sit quietly in the driveway. WHY?

Well, the two car garage is filled with everything from the kitchen sink (TRUE) to a camper. The bicycles are strung up from the ceiling because floor space is non existent. I feel like a hoarder lives in my garage. Back to the abduction and ice on my windshield.

I moved to Florida for the sunshine and warm weather - so what's up with all this cold and frosty stuff? It shouldn't happen in sunny Florida. That's why I believe me and maybe the entire state of Florida has been statenapped and sent elsewhere - without our consent.
We Floridians who like the warm weather and the squelching hot summers have been compromised.

There is a town in central Florida called Frostproof. I wonder where they came up with that name? I also wonder if it is true?

Take me away - to a better place!!! Did the aliens hear me playing that song? I didn't mean take me to the Artic.

And how does one scrape ice off of a windshield with their name badge from work? Life is tuff and then it gets cold.

I'm hoping these alien creatures who have stolen me and all the citizens of Florida find we are truly remarkable and return us to our planet where the weather is warm and we sip Margaritas as we watch the sun slowly drip into the Gulf of Mexico.
I want my warm weather back - NOW.

Turtle Time

These past few days a cloud of doom and gloom has been hovering over my head. Actually it landed - smack - darn hard right on top of my soul pushing me face to face with Mother Earth. And I do so love Mother Earth and all she has to offer BUT removing dried leaves and debris from my nasal passages is not my idea of fun.

A down to earth reality check was needed - immediately. So, I sat down with my turtle friends, Cooter, Cracker, Big Al, Romeo, Juliet and Scarface and spilled my guts. They listened with their heads bobbing just above the water line listening intently to my woes. Never being judgemental or condescending.

No verbal advise from the menagerie just a head nod or a turn of the eyes to stare at me with concern or perhaps looking for a tidbit. It's almost that time of the year for brine fish and they do love their brine fish. I prefer to think they were a shoulder to cry on and not waiting for juicy morsels.

It does the soul good to have a heart to heart with creatures that are so adoring and have the patience of a saint. The cost is WAY BETTER than any shrink.

Here Come Da Judge

The fall from grace of Mr. Forked Tongue or slick tongue or lying cheating so and so. There was something about his smile that just looked dishonest to me. It was a cheap smile exposed to those that could not look beneath the curving lips. Or perhaps it was the way the lips curled that reminded me of the devil himself. Not that I have ever seen the devil in person. I've heard of the devil seen pictures of what he may look like but never met the deranged aberration face to face.

The perfect slicked back hair was another taint on the soul of the sneaky candidate. And then the cost to maintain that perfect bonnet. Enough money to feed a family of four for a month. And Mr. Forked Tongue insists that he is so involved and caring for the underprivileged. I can't see his compassion.

Obviously some one saw his compassion or perhaps she saw his vulnerability. In she went for the kill and came out with a marvelous burrow in which to keep her young fledgling. How much of the blame and shame does she accept?

In the Scarlet Letter I truly felt the pain and unfairness of the situation. Branded for life in shame without fortune. Today's version of the Scarlet Letter takes a different road and it is not the road less traveled. It's right out there on the freeway for all to see, chatter about, speculate and dissect.

Smile and tell tall tales and pretend to spin wheat into gold so the masses will believe. There was a crooked man who lived in a crooked house that told crooked lies. Tricky Dickie has met his match.

As Night Falls

As Night Falls, the new movie is being produced by Popgun Productions based in Tampa, Florida. Part of the horror movie (and it will be a horror) is being filmed at an elementary school in Pasco County, Florida.
Joe Davison is a local from the area.
www.popgunpictures.com

Does the movie have any correlation to real life in the area?

To breathe or not to breathe

How strange life is! My entire life I have always loved animals and collected them. My world is changing. My life is on a downward spiral. My breathing is no longer a joy or effortless. My asthma is defining new rules for me and I don't like it. Not at all. Animals - dander the culprit of evil. My pets.
What does one do? The silly fools that they are become an important part of your family, your life and the way you live and enjoy life. Then, you are knocked off your feet - breathless. And I do mean breathless.
The cat has been banned from the bedroom haven and this does not make her a happy camper. After nine years of being the queen of the king size bed she has been dethroned. Now she is confused and upset. I suppose the stress of it all is the reason why she has puked up her guts in hubbies hat that has sat on the counter in the same place for years with no nasty episodes.
Next is the dog who sheds more fur than a winter snowstorm in central New York. Hair is everywhere even places he never goes. I've found his hair in the refrigerator.
I did find a product at the pet store that is rubbed on the critters once a week that is supposed to remove their dander and make the life of an asthmatic a little easier. We can only hope!
Perhaps my life will return to some type of normalcy. What is normal????