That Hurt My Brain


Drawing a Blank

When was the last time your walked away from a discussion, only to think of The Perfect Comeback hours later? Recreate the scene for us, and use your winning line.


A few years ago I was sitting in this cute little bakery eating my favorite flavored cupcake with few friends when in the middle of our cupcake feast  one of my friend’s phone went dead in the middle of a conversation.

The SIM card failed and died, if I remember correctly.

” We’re going to be seeing more of that now that Mercury is in retrograde.”

I was lost.

” See what?”

” When Mercury is in retrograde it effects electronics.”

My mouth dropped open and I hope it was empty, but it probably was full of cupcake at that point.

I was curious.

” How ?” I asked.

” Mercury literally stops and orbits backwards and it causes all kinds of communication failures- especially in electronics.”

” Mercury can kill SIM cards?”

I was informed that was the case.

Everything I knew about science fell out of my brain.

” I’ll be damned.” I said. ” I did not know that it was possible for a planet to do that. But hey, Mercury has ice near it’s north pole so I guess anything is possible right?”

My friends all laughed at me. ” Where did you hear that? Ice on Mercury? Are you SURE you heard that right?”

” I heard it from NASA. It was on their website.”

There was a lot of doubtful glances and winking being volleyed around the table and I sat there looking like the class dunce.

I wish I could say I thought of something clever to say hours later, months later  but to this day, to this second,  I have not been able to think of anything clever to have sealed the deal on that conversation.

That conversation hurt my brain back then and it hurts it to this day. Worse, I haven’t been able to eat rose flavored cupcakes without thinking of the pain from that ‘science lesson’ to this day.


The Lines Are Our Friends

I can’t draw, God knows I’ve tried but I’ve given up on it.

Whatever wiring in my brain that would make this happen did not happen for me.

But I have discovered this great new hobby  where I can KIND of draw- color books!

The first color books for adults ( wow that sounds bad ) that I became aware of concerned swear words- I have those. You can color them and finish a page in less then a half hour, so I haven’t colored in those  books yet.

I prefer the ones that take time, I  know you can use pencil strokes and different things to get different results but for now I just like to sort of kick back and have fun:

I like how the pictures you can color are sort of a mess of doodles around the subject – I think that was pretty smart of the artist who created the book.

That way you can feel like you’re creating something too.


I never used to like stuff like this- I just found it confusing.

The mess of colors and lines, I just got lost in it.

20160214_230957.jpgI’ve since learned that  this is the point to art and pictures like this.

I’ve also learned coloring is fun and I’m hoping I keep having fun doing it, I hope I get to my swear coloring books soon and that I find that perfect set of pencils soon.

But to still, I wish I could draw.

It’s magical to me.


In my effort to expand as a writer I’ve been trying new things- most of them are visual.

I know the traditional  thing to do is read more- but I’m looking for stories, inspiration.

Besides, I read  books that have nothing to do with what I write, so if I want strange I have to go out and look for it.

If I can’t find it, I make it- which is the point to my efforts.

I took these pictures in Pioneer Square.

They were fun finds and I figured I could use them for Halloween…and then I decided to ‘see them’ in a different light:



I used my phone app to do that.

The interesting thing I learned was, in the flip of a switch you can spin reality totally out of control.

Or you can tap an icon and change it.

So many options, only one Universe to do them in.

Heavy Sigh.

Anubis and Me

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Last Year when I was in Vegas with my family, I snapped this picture of Anubis.

The reason I wanted it at that exact moment was the little stuffed Unicorn between his paws.

The little girl who put it there for her Mom to take its picture, raced up at her Mom’s request to take it out so that the Lady ( I will never get used to being called that ) could take her (my) picture .

I said, if she didn’t mind, could I get a picture with her toy in it?

That’s the reason I wanted to take it I said.

I took my picture and as the little girl walked up to take her toy away she looked up at me and she looked a little nervous- I know that look. She thought I was making fun of her.

” Thank you, ” I said ” that made my picture very special.”

Not funny.


I could see she knew meant it. I loved her little toy with Anubis.

She held her little toy close and said happily, ” You’re welcome.”

From the woman who has little Anubis statues all over her house thanks you to little Lady- still- wherever you are.


Face It


The face I wear

to show the world

when I walk out the door

to face the wilderness

 is painted with a chosen smile

is painted with chosen frown

my eyes are cast down

by choice.

It is not

 my face

it is not

my frown

it is not my smile

Only the eyes are mine.

For now.

So Where Have You Been Anita Marie?

I hate being away from my blog, I hate not writing.

But sometimes you have to get out into the world with fresh eyes and an open mind and try new things with none of the familiar things to guide you along.

So while I was out there I was deeply moved by the disappearance of a woman here in Mountlake Terrace.

Her name is Cheryl.

She was a lady going to work, they found her car at the Transit Station here in Terrace, they found her body today a short way from where I live today.

I wanted her to be able to go home- she was just going to work and she should have had a regular day and gone home like always.

It’s what all of us want- sometimes we forget that.


In Pioneer Square we have Street Cars- they have different designs- my favorite one is pink.

This one has a retro looking polka dots and my bank’s logo. My bank is great so here it is:


When the Streetcar goes by for some wild reason I think about loading up my backpack and seeing the world again.

Planes are flying over head all day long and it’s a Street Car that makes me wonder what it would be like to go see Pompeii or the Cairo Museum.

Maybe it’s the sound of the car on it’s tracks or the rumbling sound it makes when it goes by. Crazy I know. But that’s where it takes me.

And FYI the Street Car that services the South Lake Union used to be called SLUT ( South Lake Union Trolley ). Now it’s called the SLU and they don’t call them Trolleys.

It was such a cool promo that  were even t-shirts inviting you to ride the SLUT


They changed all of that.



This is where I have not got my tattoo yet.

I haven’t got one because my Sister thinks it will kill me.

My Mom thinks it’s a great idea.

I guess until I decide who NOT to listen to I’ll stick to sharpie pens.

I wish Jiffy Pop Popcorn still had those little tattoos they’d give away for free.


I’ve considered those ones you can buy at the store, but they look fake. Believe it or not the Jiffy Pop Popcorn ones were better. Those things lasted forever and they faded off, they didn’t peel.


I’ve been hanging out at art galleries- I’ve never considered myself a visual person so this is a new experience for me. Plus, when I see pictures sometimes I start hearing songs- jingles, and it’s always random stuff.

It’s very distracting, but now if I concentrate at what I’m looking at it’s not so overwhelming.

Anyway, I love to look at artwork and throw an imaginary grid on it and look at it in parts- and then as a whole. And sometimes I take pictures and change them- like I did with the one above.

That was really there- I just used an app on my phone to show it from a different perspective.

You do that when you write- so this was a fun thing to do to something tangible.

This is what the painting really look like:


Isn’t it stunning?


I’m also still exploring poetry.

I like writing it, I like hearing it I’m just not always understanding it.

Baby Steps, right?

Annnddd along the way I’ve made some new friends, dug a few graves, eaten some delicious cupcakes and had a slice of a wonderful creation called, ” Butterfinger Cream Pie”. I coupled it with a cup of warm, milky hot chocolate.

So. How was your week?