I don't post on this blog/ journal often, mostly because I prefer having conversations with actual people and then once I've told my wonderful story it is not so exciting to type it out on here for strangers to read.

But today is different, something strange and spooky and a little exciting happened on my street the other night.

I live in East Hollywood about three blocks south from Los Feliz, a very well to do neighborhood. I am about once block west of Silverlake, the "hipster" part of town. TO the south of my house is Echo Park, which when I was a kid, was the place where all the low riders hung out; all the Vatos with their Chola ladies who painted so much makeup on their eyes, I thought they looked like raccoons, but I liked how the Homeboys made their cars dance, now it is Silverlake Hipster overflow who lives there. Oh and then to the West is, of course, The Westside where my in-laws live and is pretty much Gaytopia; I tend to stay as far away from the westside as possible because there are just too many people at all times of the day everywhere, on every sidewalk and at every red light, they all have dogs and they all drive the same freakin' BMW. If it wasn't for their houses being slightly different, I"d be sure that a piece of South Orange County had flown over and landed right on top of where West LA used to be.

Anyhow, everywhere else in Los Angles has some fancy name, but not us here where I live. I've decided that I live in East Hollywood after looking at a map that the city had sent out about zoning or something. When I travel and people ask where I am from and I respond with East Hollywood they usually look at me like I am strange and just say, "OK" then the conversation ends. Kenny always says we live in Silverlake, I don't want to be classified as a Silverlake Hipster!

OK so here is the juicy part that made me want to type here.

Yesterday at 10 am my doorbell rang. Kenny and I were both asleep. Our doorbell is from like the 1920's when our house was built and I guess people were hard of hearing back then, (which explains my grandpa) but that doorbell is more like a door buzzer. It is so loud that I swear my bones shake anytime it goes off.

Kenny got up from bed, threw some clothes on and shouted out "be right there!" I stayed in bed wondering who it could be at our door at this hour, we were not expecting anyone. I hoped that it was our dear friend Amara, I like it when she spends the night, but I knew it was not her. I thought maybe it was the UPS man, but he always comes in the afternoon. I laid there, naked in bed waiting for Kenny to come back and keep me warm. Then I heard from the living room, where the front door is, a voice coming through on a walkie talkie, now I knew that it was the police at my door so I jumped up, threw on some sweatpants and my favorite red sweatshirt and went straight out to the living room where Kenny was, talking to the officer about weather or not he saw or heard anything in or from the back alley last night. Kenny told the officer that he had not heard anything and I didn't remember hearing anything so I told that to the officer, and then I asked the officer what happened.
"A woman's body was found in the alley this morning, we believe it is a homicide"

What the fuck? in my neighborhood? Then I told Kenny to tell the officer about the woman he saw last night while out walking the dog..

The night before, around 1030 pm Kenny left to take our dog out for a walk and when he came home he told me that it seemed as if there was something weird in the air. He went on to tell me how he saw some locals that we know out on the next street over working on their car and drinking, he told me about how one of the guys was really drunk and slurred to Kenny that he had seen me the other day and that I waved to him or something. Kenny also told me about some woman who was drunk and lost and who followed him on his dogie walk she was looking for her house but would point in a different direction every time he asked her where her house was. She also asked Kenny if he had a car to which he replied "no" because he didn't really want to get involved with taking a drunk woman home.

At 751 am on 3/12/09 someone found that woman in the alley behind our house wrapped in an American Flag.

The police still don't know who she is, they saw there were no visible signs of trauma and they are still unsure of how and where she died.

There are flowers and a candle out in the alley that I am sure my neighbor Zeida or her sister placed there.

http://www.mercurynews.com/breakingnews/ci_11900090

The Gods made the worlds with their towering trees, majestic mountains and restless seas
Then they paused and said, "these worlds need one more thing"
Someone to laugh and dance and sing, to walk in the woods and gather flowers, to commune with nature in quiet hours.
So the Gods created little girls
With laughing eyes
And bouncing curls
With joyful hearts
And innocent smiles
Feminine ways
And enchanting wiles
And when they'd completed the task they'd begun, they were proud and pleased of the job they'd done
For all the joys of the heavens above can only be found in a little girls love...

I've not been on here in forever, then today I saw Tegan's announcement and I had to come on and add her as my friend!! Yay Tegan, I'm so glad you are here! I will try and come on more and actually blog on this silly thing; I've just been so gosh darned busy lately. I recently got a new job and it is a home based job on the internet, so I should have tome to come on LJ and write silly stories for all of my lovely friends to read...Until next time. xoxoxo~ Annakin

Today I went to the dr. I found two lumps in my breasts and I needed to get them checked out. The doctor said that the lumps feel benign but that I need to go to another office where they can probe the lumps, take from the lumps and properly diagnose my lovely lady lumps. I do not like doctors. I really became a nurse just to have the pleasure of of being able to work with doctors, point out their faults, and constantly remind them of how very evil they are. The weird this is though that doctors treat nurses totally different than they do patients. As a patient my doctor talks to me like I am a moron and ignores about 75% of what I say, but as a nurse doctors look me in the eye, ask my opinion, copy down, word for word, everything I say, and give me gifts. I cannot be mean to them when they are so nice to me and as a patient I cannot be mean because they don't like mean patients and it will lead them to ignore me more or try to put me on anti-psychotic meds so it's kinda fucked. I once thought of making one of the doctors I work with my primary care physician, but he wasn't on my insurance plan...Lame.
Anyhow, back to my appt. today. After this young Jewish doctor was done feeling me up and ignoring me and paying more attention to my tattoos than to me, he decided that I needed to have my blood drawn, how I loved to be poked!! The man comes in to poke my arm and the first thing he says is "I'm a student", oh was I excited!!! I love getting poked even more when it is someone who is learning and more than likely going to fuck up. I love marks on my skin and especially bruises!!! I'm a hard stick too so I knew I was in for some great fun... Too bad this so called student was really good and got me on the first try. I didn't even feel the gosh darned needle go in to my skin. But, yes there is a but, this man took so much of my blood that I came home and slept all day. I used to give my blood away for free t-shirts and coffee mugs, but since I started getting tattooed on a regular basis the red cross people think I am contaminated and won't take my blood anymore, so I think I am just not used to it anymore.  I still wonder why they had to take so much, what the hell are they testing me for? I should have asked but I was so excited thinking about getting poked that I totally forgot and then after I was so pissed about toe totally unpleasurable poking experience that I didn't think to ask. Next week I go to have my boobs poked and smashed and scanned and whatever else they do at boob clinics, I am not looking forward to this poking, however.
Kenny and I got married last week and  it was awesome, it feels different being married. I didn't think being married would feel different, but it does and it is a good different. Now I think it is time to make babies, but first we must see what is happening with my boobies. Damn those mammary glands!
 I love you Kenny.

As I lay on my bed, thinking about you, I feel this strong urge
to grab you and squeeze you, because I can't forget last night.

You came to me unexpectedly during the calm balmy night,
and what happened in my bed still leaves a tingling sensation in me.

You appeared from nowhere and shamelessly, without any reservations,
you laid on my naked body.You sensed my indifference,
so you started to bite my body without any guilt.

Finally I went to sleep. Today when I woke up, you were gone,
I searched for you to no avail, only the sheets bore witness to
last nights events.

My body still shows marks, making it harder to forget you.
Tonight I will remain awake waiting for you...As soon as you appear I will
quickly grab you and won't let you go, I will hold you with all my strength
so you won't disappear. I won't rest until I squeeze your blood out of you.

F*cking Mosquito!

Household Tips:

1. If you are choking on an ice cube, don't panic.
Simply pour a cup of boiling water down your throat and presto! The
blockage will be almost instantly removed.

2. Clumsy? Avoid cutting yourself while slicing vegetables by getting
someone else to hold them while you chop away.

3. Avoid arguments with the misses about lifting the toilet seat by
simply peeing in the sink.

4. High blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed for a
while, thus reducing the pressure in your veins.

5. A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from
rolling over and going back to sleep when you hit the snooze button.

6. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives, then you will
be afraid to cough.

7. Have a bad tooth ache? Hit your thumb with a hammer, then you will
forget about the tooth ache.


Sometimes we just need to remember what "The Rules of Life" really
are.......

You need only two tools: WD-40 and Duct Tape. If it doesn't move and it
should, use WD-40. If it moves and shouldn't, use the duct tape.

Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.

Never pass up an opportunity to potty.

If You Woke up Breathing, Congratulations! You have another chance!

And Finally... Be Really Good To Your Family and Friends. You never know
when you are going to need them to empty your bedpan

Is there a book I can read? This is all so confusing...  I think I'm just not internet savvy, I know I am not internet savvy. The only reason I got a computer is because people kept telling me they needed to email me and job applications ask for an email address and I got sick of going to the library to check this email and having to wait in line for my turn at the computer. Anyhow it only took me like 10 years but I too now have a LJ. Let's see if I can get fancy about it and become a member of a group or something...
Oh and I am getting married tomorrow to a most wonderful man named Kenny, he is who actually turned me on to this LJ thing.

off to look for friends and create a profile...
xoxo
Annakin