I was having a discussion yesterday with a couple of anarchists and one of them spontaneously said this. I asked him if I could quote him, but he hasn’t gotten back to me. Let’s hope he doesn’t sue me or whatever someone does when you steal their stuff. There are all sorts of anarchists. I’m just the anarchist anarchist. Basic disaster type.
I thought that a story without dragons and instead one with Kelto hovering in mid air in front of some half dead plants might work better for this blog.
I promised that I would post updates of Kelto (as seen in the blog entitled “I don’t know what I’m doing”). Unfortunately, my dad is on holiday and I don’t have any of his clothes for Kelto to wear.
I KNOW you are asking yourself – how does she do this? Make her strangled looking, fall fashion wearing bear hover in mid-air? Simple. I have a chair that I fell on and it fell apart. I took the seat off and put Kelto on it.
I HAVE TO CLEAN MY FINGERNAILS. HANG ON.
Ok I’m back. I am blogging this because I fell into a depression last night that was very crushing and dark. I was both wide awake and exhausted, unable to fall asleep. When I finally did sleep after taking horse tranquilizers, I woke up, excited to see my blog again. I think I’m going to cheer myself up, comment on my own blog, and go for a drive with Kelto strapped into the passenger seat.
IF I DON’T LAUGH I WILL DIE.
Caskets look remarkably comfortable, don’t you think? I’m sure there are a few people who would be pissed at me if I died. And wanting to lie, dead, in a casket is extraordinarily selfish. But they do look incredibly comfortable. To sleep in. While alive! Those things are expensive! And I am NOT suicidal and never was, am, or will be homicidal. That’s my disclaimer for
PEOPLE WITH NO SENSE OF HAHA.
I have derailed my blog. I started out with anarchy and ended up wanting to purchase an open coffin so I might sleep better. I also would not fall out of bed.
You are important, and you are reading this blog because you are either sad, unhappy, sorrowful, dejected, depressed, downcast, miserable, despondent, despairing, disconsolate, desolate, wretched, gum (bubble), glum, gloomy, doleful, dismal, melancholy, mournful, woebegone, forlorn, crestfallen, heartbroken, inconsolable, unhappy, sorrowful, dejected, depressed, downcast, miserable, gloomy, woebegone, forlorn, crestfallen, heartbroken or inconsolable.
And I understand. Completely and totally. And you are the only one of you, which makes you invaluable. You are all here for a reason!
White Padded Room 
My ex-husband’s grandfather was a shop teacher in his working years, so in his (much) later years, he built his own coffin, and had his daughter do the upholstery/lining for it. And it was in his daughter’s basement, and sometimes he’d just go down and climb in it. He said it was just so he could get used to it when the time came ;).
He was 92 when he died, and up until the end of it, when you went into his house and asked him how he was, he would respond from his reclining, wearing a snowhat with a pompom on the top, slippers, and wrapped in a blanket, “I’m as strong as 2 cats!”.
He just wanted to be sure on the coffin thing… 😉
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Wow…that’s an amazing story. Recently I’ve been hearing so many coffin/funeral stories. I was a bit nervous to even mention the coffin thing, but I saw a random picture of one and thought “damn, those look sturdy and comfortable!” I never thought so many people would have their own stories. Wow he must have been crazy talented to have built a coffin, that’s right up there with violin making – not just anyone can pick up a hammer and saw and do it. That’s an incredibly interesting story!
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that and a white scarf for the neck flappy thing they wear and you have a Bedouin Bear. My husband is used to this, bless him.
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Hey that’s a cool idea too!
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Bears, well, bears of the mostly alive stuffed bear type, are wonderful companions! I have an 18in. mostly alive bear named Three B. He has gone all over the place with me and my hubby, who thinks Three B is great fun. We always make sure he’s where he can see out a window so he doesn’t get bored on the trip.
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well yeah. I do draw the line at car seats though. When I used to do craft shows Mr. Bear went with me, and was firmly attached to a table leg. I think he probably sold more stuff than I did. =)
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Well not having kids sorta makes it hard to find a car seat too lol! Hmmm… table leg idea sounds interesting though
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ah, there it is, but its down at the bottom not under the comments made. I am always at war psychologically with WP, for whatever reason. Sometimes it wont let me like stuff. sniffle.
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Yes, this has to be one of the most “un user friendly” platforms out there.
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I am now picturing the look on the state cop who stops you for whatever reason, and notices that the child in the car seat is not a child. I am now picturing him stopping ME on the highway and noticing that Mr. Bear is nicely strapped in even if he is too old for a car seat.
My husband tolerates me. Im not quite sure why
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That’s too funny!!! My husband tolerates me too. Wait. I don’t have a husband. Sorry about that.
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You have Kelto. I’d say that’s enough for anyone, at this stage. And he looks like the kind of bear mr. bear would get on with. Is he a Hat Bear?
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What’s a Hat Bear? Sorry I don’t get out much. I do have hats he can wear 🙂
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This is what will keep me coming back: your relentless sunny optimism! I can’t speak to the comfort of caskets, but I can tell you that they are BLOODY HEAVY! Even when you’ve got five other guys helping you carry the damn thing, you have to really pay attention or you could almost slide into the hole and that would just be embarrassing, plus people might think you’re trying to upstage the guest of honor or something. Stupid coffins.
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Yes, I’ve carried one of them things too! Yes they are bloody heavy. And you do get a sense that you will slide into the hole. Hands down, most bizarre feeling I’ve ever had. Other than hallucinations of Snow White and the 7 Dwarves against a white background after not sleeping for 3 days.
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This is strangely not grim; when my Dad died, the undertaker was extolling the virtues of the best coffin in the place to my mother, and he was going on about the beautyrest mattress (really) and the Swansdown pillow and I lost it at that point and said, “a swansdown pillow? Why?” (mother elbowed me in the ribs for that one) and the undertaker said, with utmost sincerity, “well for the comfort of the deceased.” and I said, “what comfort? He’s dead,” elbow, elbow…
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I love your insight! I knew someone would see the nongrimness of this subject! I’m sorry to hear your Dad passed away.
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Exactly! That’s it exactly! Why does the deceased need to be comfortable?
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Put your bear in a child’s seat. That would look cool.
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Will do!!
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A hat bear is a bear (as you noticed) who can wear your hats, scarves, babushkas (or is that babushki), or military caps with total aplomb and understanding. Mr. Bear managed to turn a shower cap into a middle eastern sheikh’s head covering. clever clever bear.
I seem unable to find ‘reply’ in here for some reason. No worries, my dad died, wow, nearly 40 years ago, so there’s no grief there. One does eventually see the funny parts in anything, even undertakers trying to make a buck off of a widow. Good men, yep.
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Oh no….no reply button?
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Shower cap for Kelto….good idea. I’ll dig my shower cap out of my bathtub…it’s somewhere.
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