Sunday, October 11, 2009

Tragedy

Sometimes tragedy strikes when you least expect it. Have you ever had your heart ripped right out of your soul?

I am very sad and have taken a break from writing. Just a short one.

I've also not been on the phone much at all and declining calls, letting voice mail take the messages. I am just very sad and looking for my mojo, trying to find my groove again.

I will find my voice and pen soon.

I hope.

Angels are on the way.

Monday, September 28, 2009

A Snowstorm in the Caribbean?



Incredible Sunset over Sopers Hole, West End, Tortola British Virgin Islands (By the way, the power lines in the pic look like they have snagged a boat in the harbor, it's an illusion and a reminder we need underground utilities here!)

That anvil cloud on the right looms like a MEGA cruise ship darkening the horizon! Indeed, is it a shadow of a cruise ship passing by the sun? But the lines seem uncertain.

What is even stranger is that anvil clouds which are mostly ice, form in the upper parts of thunderstorms. They get their anvil shape from the fact that the rising air in thunderstorms expands and spreads out as the air bumps up against the bottom of the stratosphere. You will often see streaks of snow falling out of the edges of anvils. This light snow usually evaporates as it falls through the relatively dry air surrounding the upper part of the thunderstorm.

A SNOWSTORM IN THE CARIBBEAN? The central portions of anvil clouds often contain heavy snow, which melts as it falls into warmer air below, turning to rain. About 50% of the rain produced by the average thunderstorm originates in this way.

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SOLD 2 books yesterday, so that leaves only 7,140 until my medical bills are paid off! *giggle*


Visit my book "Hurricanes and Hangovers" and purchase copies for yourself and gifts for your friends (one size fits all) at http://DearMissMermaid.Com/where.html this includes a link to Amazon, which will ship worldwide as well as deliver your gifts for you.

Right now, if you hurry, you can mail order NEW copies from Captains Lady at the unheard of bargain rate of only $12.00 (Hurry before she runs out!)


Sunday, September 27, 2009

Incredible Colors during Sunset


WOW!


Dear Miss Mermaid
What makes this such a unique picture, is that it was taken during sunset while looking southeast, rather than westward. On the horizon, left to right is Fallen Jerusalem, Broken, Jerusalem, Round Rock, Ginger Island and Cooper Island. A lone sailboat lazily drifts down the Sir Francis Drake Channel. To the left is Buck Island, which is up for sale for a rumored 30 million, which includes the dock and home on 43 acres.

I tried to verify this, but Internet ads simply say "price on application." Not sure what all the secrecy is about, maybe they want to check your financial background first and make a few side deals, in view of the BVI stamp tax that must be paid at the time of purchase.

On transfer of title, a property Stamp Duty at the rate of 12% of the appraised value or purchase price (whichever is higher) is payable to the BVI by the purchaser. Better have a few spare million laying around. Then don't forget about the staffing of the place, surely if you can afford that, you aren't going to be sweeping up nor making your Lobster and Caviar Frittatta on your own.

Back to reality...

I need to sell 7,142 more books to pay off my recent medical bills. YIKES!

Visit my book "Hurricanes and Hangovers" and purchase copies for yourself and gifts for your friends (one size fits all) at http://DearMissMermaid.Com/where.html this includes a link to Amazon, which will ship worldwide as well as deliver your gifts for you.

Right now, if you hurry, you can mail order NEW copies from CaptainsLady at the unheard of bargain rate of only $12.00 (Hurry before she runs out!)

Hurricanes and Hangovers (and other tall tales and loose lies from the coconut telegraph) by Dear Miss Mermaid


Saturday, September 26, 2009

Stay Tuned!

This blog will continue with more fun and mayhem. I've had a really rough week medically. I also had to go to court. My evil landlord's agent is a greedy witch and wanted to raise my rent or evict me.

Well, the judge threw the mess out and asked if I wanted to countersue for all the heaps of harassment she and her employees have inflicted on me the past few months. They even harassed me by phone in the hospital!

Most landlord's MIGHT have checked to see if I was all right or maybe in view of my ridiculously high rent, even sent flowers! But Noooooooo... they called me several days for pure harassment and acted deaf each time I told them "I am in the hospital! I mailed your rent check, now PLEASE let me rest!"

She wanted me to cancel the check, get cash and bring it to her! My doctor didn't want to wheel me down to the bank to do this madness. Imagine that...

More later on the evil witch...

Monday, September 21, 2009

A Sense of Humor... Cats...


Two of my cats are brothers and were born wild from a feral mom who refused to ever tame. She absolutely hated humans with a terrifying vengeance. Somebody must have done something awful to her. I think she was born wild, then terrified by humans, and became pregnant while starving.

So sad.

I fed her throughout her pregnancy. She couldn't have weighed more than 2 pounds when she started showing. She hated me. Loathed me. Despised me. But she showed up and ate the proffered food, left outdoors.

One day she vanished, but the food kept disappearing. Then my neighbor, who was aware of the situation, brought it to my attention that she was living in a big discarded pile of wood behind our apartment building. I guess she had made a nursery in there somewhere and had her kittens.

My neighbor spent hours watching the woodpile for signs of life. She reported to me there were 3 kittens, all tabbies. She had seen them poking out of the woodpile now and then. Each one was marked slightly differently.

I was drunk or high or something when I told my neighbor if she caught the kittens, I would tame them.

WHAT was I thinking?

Weeks later, my neighbor was real excited, she had seen a 4th kitten and he was solid black. I am a softy to black kitties, I've had several in my lifetime, maybe because so many are superstitious, they are often the last to be adopted and there I am, offering myself up for adoption. (Humans don't adopt cats, cats adopt them!)

Another day, much to my horror, my neighbor showed up with a cage full of four angry kittens. Theywere now almost the same size as their diminutive mother.

I am a person of my word, sad to say. So I felt obliged to keep my drunken promise. At that point and time, Internet was still new and not much there to be found about how to tame super wild mean hissing, spitting, clawing, biting, frightening kittens.

We closed up the exits to the apartment, and like a FOOL, turned the kittens loose. Instead of cute little fluffs coming for comfort, they ran and scrambled and HID. Over the next few months, theyescaped a few times and went back to being feral. My neighbor would dutifully recapture them by luring them back to the cage with tuna. She would bring them back to me.

Finally I tamed them and found two of them homes and kept two. They were only briefly playful and only with each other, having mock battles and wrestling now and then. Being feral, they didn't get it about toys. You could wiggle feathery things around on a stick or a string and they would stare at you blankly, like "And the point is?"

Mostly they ignored me but ate the food. Matter of fact, they would eat just about anything! I was working as a private chef then and came home with all manner of exotic plate scrapings from work and they devoured it quickly as if they hadn't ate in weeks.

Finally they were big enough and getting a bit rambunctious around the small apartment, so I started propping the front door open. They would venture out to the common hallway, then get spooked and race back in and hide.

They hid from everyone except me, my boyfriend and my neighbor. Friends thought I had imaginary kittens and was losing my mind. They woudl visit and listen to my endless kitten tales, and look around the apartment and see absolutely no kittens, only a lonely feed bowl and water.

Eventually, the kitties worked up their courage to go outside and they quickly, much to my relief, abandoned the litter box for the great outdoors. Boy was I ever thrilled to toss that thing out with the garbage.

I would terrify them whenever they got near cars or the road. I didn't want pancake cats after all the suffering I'd been through taming them. (That's a whole 'nother story, in itself that involves welding gloves...)

One day a 3rd kitten was brought over for me to cat sit for a few weeks. He came with a trust fund. I thought this a tad odd. That is until I realized the owners were never coming back. I was hopping mad that somebody had taken yet advantage of me, again. I don't think of myself as stupid, but mean people have taken advantage of my good nature more than many times. I didn't want three cats, I didn't want two. I just wanted one little ball of fluff to play with and be my friend. Instead I ended up with two that ignored me, refused to play and a third who didn't understand why the other two were so weird.

The new kitten was tame and extremely playful. He immediately claimed all the toys and had a blast while the other two gave him strange looks. He would try to engage them in play with his toys, but they gave him looks as if he had landed from Mars.

Sometimes when I walked to the store, all three would follow me there and back. Just me and my cats, walking to the store. It was comical. If we passed anyone, the three would run and hide until the person was far away, then pop out of the bushes and resume following me down the side of the road. When cars came by, I would chase them off the road and stand still, until the car passed. Then they would timidly start following me again.

I never thought cats had a sense of humor, but oh, THEY DO!

One day we were walking across this grassy area that had a fallen palm frond. It fluttered in the wind and the tame kitten began playing with it. The two brothers rolled their eyes. They didn't play with a thing unless it was alive, such as a rat, mouse, snake or lizard. They gave me looks as if to say "That kitten isn't right in the head!"

I picked up the palm frond and was dragging it along while the tame kitten pounced on it and fought with it. The two brothers looked at him like he wascertifiably crazy.

At some point the kitten was sitting in crouch mode, wiggling his butt, swishing his tail, getting ready for the perfect pounce upon the palm frond I was wiggling about two yards away. The two brothers had sat down behind him, looking for all the world like they were thoroughly bored and wanted to get on with our walk to the store.

As the kitten became so serious, on the verge of pouncing. I saw the most astonishing thing from the brothers. One looked at the other, then at me. Then he stealthily tiptoed forward, up behind the kitten in crouch mode, who was seriously studying this wiggling palm frond, getting ready for the grand attack.

Before he could pounce, the brother reached out and slapped him on the rear with his paw. This of course sent the hapless kitten shooting up five or six feet in the air, with a terrified look and an anguished yowl. He landed with all his fur sticking out, like cats do when they are trying to frighten away a predator.

Like cats often do, he pretended like he meant to do that, after all, and took a few licks at his fluffed up fur.

The two brothers now had squinty eyes and cat smiles on their faces, looking very satisfied with their prank, while the tame kitten washed, giving them mournful sidelong glances.





Two of my cats are brothers and were born wild from a feral mom who refused to ever tame. She absolutely hated humans with a terrifying vengeance. Somebody must have done something awful to her. I think she was born wild, then terrified by humans, and became pregnant while starving.

So sad.

I fed her throughout her pregnancy. She couldn't have weighed more than 2 pounds when she started showing. She hated me. Loathed me. Despised me. But she showed up and ate the proffered food, left outdoors.

One day she vanished, but the food kept disappearing. Then my neighbor, who was aware of the situation, brought it to my attention that she was living in a big discarded pile of wood behind our apartment building. I guess she had made a nursery in there somewhere and had her kittens.

My neighbor spent hours watching the woodpile for signs of life. She reported to me there were 3 kittens, all tabbies. She had seen them poking out of the woodpile now and then. Each one was marked slightly differently.

I was drunk or high or something when I told my neighbor if she caught the kittens, I would tame them.

WHAT was I thinking?

Weeks later, my neighbor was real excited, she had seen a 4th kitten and he was solid black. I am a softie to black kitties, I've had several in my lifetime, maybe because so many are superstitious, they are often the last to be adopted and there I am, offering myself up for adoption. (Humans don't adopt cats, cats adopt them!)

Another day, much to my horror, my neighbor showed up with a cage full of four angry kittens. They were now almost the same size as their diminutive mother.

I am a person of my word, sad to say. So I felt obliged to keep my drunken promise. At that point and time, Internet was still new and not much there to be found about how to tame super wild mean hissing, spitting, clawing, biting, frightening kittens.

We closed up the exits to the apartment, and like a FOOL, turned the kittens loose. Instead of cute little fluffs coming for comfort, they ran and scrambled and HID. Over the next few months, they escaped a few times and went back to being feral. My neighbor would dutifully recapture them by luring them back to the cage with tuna. She would bring them back to me.

Finally I tamed them and found two of them homes and kept two. They were only briefly playful and only with each other, having mock battles and wrestling now and then. Being feral, they didn't get it about toys. You could wiggle feathery things around on a stick or a string and they would stare at you blankly, like "And the point is?"

Mostly they ignored me but ate the food. Matter of fact, they would eat just about anything! I was working as a private chef then and came home with all manner of exotic plate scrapings from work and they devoured it quickly as if they hadn't ate in weeks.

Finally they were big enough and getting a bit rambunctious around the small apartment, so I started propping the front door open. They would venture out to the common hallway, then get spooked and race back in and hide.

They hid from everyone except me, my boyfriend and my neighbor. Friends thought I had imaginary kittens and was losing my mind. They woudl visit and listen to my endless kitten tales, and look around the apartment and see absolutely no kittens, only a lonely feed bowl and water.

Eventually, the kitties worked up their courage to go outside and they quickly, much to my relief, abandoned the litter box for the great outdoors. Boy was I ever thrilled to toss that thing out with the garbage.

I would terrify them whenever they got near cars or the road. I didn't want pancake cats after all the suffering I'd been through taming them. (That's a whole 'nother story, in itself that involves welding gloves...)

One day a 3rd kitten was brought over for me to cat sit for a few weeks. He came with a trust fund. I thought this a tad odd. That is until I realized the owners were never coming back. I was hopping mad that somebody had taken yet advantage of me, again. I don't think of myself as stupid, but mean people have taken advantage of my good nature more than many times. I didn't want three cats, I didn't want two. I just wanted one little ball of fluff to play with and be my friend. Instead I ended up with two that ignored me, refused to play and a third who didn't understand why the other two were so weird.

The new kitten was tame and extremely playful. He immediately claimed all the toys and had a blast while the other two gave him strange looks. He would try to engage them in play with his toys, but they gave him looks as if he had landed from Mars.

Sometimes when I walked to the store, all three would follow me there and back. Just me and my cats, walking to the store. It was comical. If we passed anyone, the three would run and hide until the person was far away, then pop out of the bushes and resume following me down the side of the road. When cars came by, I would chase them off the road and stand still, until the car passed. Then they would timidly start following me again.

I never thought cats had a sense of humor, but oh, THEY DO!

One day we were walking across this grassy area that had a fallen palm frond. It fluttered in the wind and the tame kitten began playing with it. The two brothers rolled their eyes. They didn't play with a thing unless it was alive, such as a rat, mouse, snake or lizard. They gave me looks as if to say "That kitten isn't right in the head!"

I picked up the palm frond and was dragging it along while the tame kitten pounced on it and fought with it. The two brothers looked at him like he wascertifiably crazy.

At some point the kitten was sitting in crouch mode, wiggling his butt, swishing his tail, getting ready for the perfect pounce upon the palm frond I was wiggling about two yards away. The two brothers had sat down behind him, looking for all the world like they were thoroughly bored and wanted to get on with our walk to the store.

As the kitten became so serious, on the verge of pouncing. I saw the most astonishing thing from the brothers. One looked at the other, then at me. Then he stealthily tiptoed forward, up behind the kitten in crouch mode, who was seriously studying this wiggling palm frond, getting ready for the grand attack.

Before he could pounce, the brother reached out and slapped him on the rear with his paw. This of course sent the hapless kitten shooting up five or six feet in the air, with a terrified look and an anguished yowl. He landed with all his fur sticking out, like cats do when they are trying to frighten away a predator.

Like cats often do, he pretended like he meant to do that, after all, and took a few licks at his fluffed up fur.

The two brothers now had squinty eyes and cat smiles on their faces, looking very satisfied with their prank, while the tame kitten washed, giving them mournful sidelong glances.








Sunday, September 20, 2009

Movie 2

I made this movie to help my friends sell their motorhome!


video


Saturday, September 19, 2009

BVI Taxi Repair Shop



Will also work on island jeeps in a pinch...

Friday, September 18, 2009

Message in a Bottle...


Frances from Chicago.
Dear Miss Mermaid,
Glad you are finally doing a wee bit better. I did enjoy reading your snake sneak attack the other day (laughed myself silly). Glad it was you and not me. I hate all forms of snake. I could not have gone back into that house without knowing where the devil he was hiding.
The 2 minute video of '....they're sleeping' had great music and great shots. However, when you use snapshots, the view of each of those frames need to be a little longer to see what it is. You get dizzy because they went by kinda fast. Since I am a lover of cats and animals in general, they were just adorable.
Your low blood pressure that you experienced can make you feel lazy and lethargic. It can also make you pass out.
There are some people who always have a lower blood pressure than average. In your case, I doubt it very much.
One of your medications could have dropped it down. Now is the time that you need to get someone to get you a blood pressure monitor kit for yourself. They sell them for your wrist and all is needed is the regular batteries.
Your pneumonia can take 6 to 8 weeks to come out of your system. You will be unusually tired because of that. Your lungs are also damaged because of this.
You had a bad case of it. Any further cold or cough you get or wheezing, you must run right back to the doctor or hospital. You have to rest, pneumonia will not let you do otherwise.
Take care,
Frances

THANK you for the words of wisdom, and I agree, the pics should be longer, I must work on that next! I wish windows movie maker had a way for me to SAVE the before and after titles, credits, signage boards etc., be so much easier than having to recreate them all over again. Also it seems I have change each picture separately for the timeline or redo the entire movie from scratch, but alas, I look forward to working with this program more, as I have scads of pictures I want to do various short movies on.
The medical tips are a BIG HELP!


All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten

"Live a balanced life. Learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some ." - Robert Fulghum, author of All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten

A few more quotes by this talented writer:

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world it is best to hold hands and stick together.

I've always thought anyone can make money. Making a life worth living, that's the real test.

Play fair. Don't hit people. Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.

Share everything. Don't take things that aren't yours. Put things back where you found them.

Sticks and stones will break our bones, but words will break our hearts.

I've always thought anyone can make money. Making a life worth living, that's the real test.

Trying to get a grip on things here. HA ha ha! Ho ho ho! Tee hee hee!

I used to live ship shade and now things are a hopeless mess! Ugh! Time to reorganize, let go of the old, embrace the future. But not enough getting done each day.

My body just wants to heal and recuperate. That seems to take a great deal of energy, plus I am fighting left and right, with their drugs and my holistic and alternative therapies.

The doctors are certainly well educated and in an emergency, I want all of them with angels, by my side, no doubt about it . They are trained to save life and let you live longer. If my arm falls off, hell yes, I want them saving the rest of me.

But, I seem to think, for the most part, they are hopelessly brainwashed into thinking drugs are the ONLY way. Some scold and overly-lecture, just another negative fruitless effort (in my book!) They saved my life and now we battle over my future and which drugs I will and won't take.

People aren't perfect and neither are patients. I had hoped since I was dealing with a really young doctor, that their mind would be far more open to alternative treatments. But not so, my alternative suggestions for some of the proffered drugs fall on deaf ears. So I don't fill them at the pharmachy and I don't take them.

Others I am taking from the doctor on a trial basis, as yes, they seemed to have improved my life somewhat.

I'm exhausted and tired. Should I make a pot of coffee or go back to bed. I could write all day, my preferred plan of action. But alas, I am under a time line sort of to get a few things done.

I want to do 3 or 4 things a day, but now it takes me a 3 or 4 days to do a thing!

Going back to a simpler life. Do you know it takes hard work to go back to a simpler life? Good grief, it does.

My idea of a simpler life is to pick and choose a few select options for living a hassle free fulfilled life. Being a writer and hopeless artist, I long for simpler, more time to create and be. If shelter and food become very basic and thus very affordable, one can eliminate the hassle of worrying about much money and basics.

How many people waste so much of their life worrying about money? And the clock keeps ticking whether you worry or not. But if you take out the worry, then shoudn't you have more time to create?

And why the need to create? Why look at the world in a humorous way and put that to paper for others to read? Why indeed?

Well, I think the world needs more laughter!

Yes, indeed!

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On another note, I was at a beach bar, having a cold ginger beer, and chatting with my lady friends, who all happened to be single. A few men were hanging about, also single, eavesdropping in on our conversation (a favorite island pastime!) and one of the ladies began talking about boyfriends.

I said I was interviewing for a new boyfriend with an IQ above room temp. Well, this sent the ladies into peels of laughter. A few of the men roared with laughter too. Then when all was breifly silent for a moment, while we paused to reflect, a man spoke up and said "What was that? I didn't get it!"

His buddy agreed "I didn't get THAT either!"

Of course we all bellowed with giggles, thinking these two obviously don't qualify...

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Thursday, September 17, 2009

Another Movie!

I made another movie, but it screwed up royally. *sigh*

So this spot is EMPTY now.

However, movie number one, my first, still works fine!



22 WHAT???

I wrote a post yesterday but somehow lost it. Nothing NEW about that!

The other day I wound back up at the hospital. The nurse wanted to weigh me and I kept pushing the weights on the big scale higher and she pushed them lower.

Then she announced I had lost 22 pounds since leaving the hospital. I find that HARD to believe! But if that's true, I am happy with it. If I keep up this kind of weight loss, I should vanish completely in a few more months!




Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Shh... We're Sleeping...

Inspired by some email, showing sleeping beasts, called "I'm so tired" I decided to make my very first windows MOVIE. It's very short, about 2 minutes max. Let me know if you like it.

I find it very relaxing, so if you need a breather spell, to make the world slow down and make you feel good again, this movie is very relaxing and will bring a big smile to your face! ;-)

You can watch it in the window below OR you can download your own copy by RIGHT clicking on this link and using "Save Target As" OR "Save Link as" then you can watch it anytime and pause on any pictures that catch your fancy!



Also on YouTube at