Lawnchair with Umbrella ... Some Stuff http://lorettalouviere.com/blog The Art...The Writing...The Life...The Blog Tue, 04 May 2010 22:59:52 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 Everyday Stuff http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=80 http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=80#comments Tue, 04 May 2010 22:59:52 +0000 Loretta http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=80 On this page I will tell you what it is like to be me.

Today I am sitting with my cat, Violet. She is elbowing my arm with her head.

OK…the Story of my cats…

First is Violet…she is 1/4 Siamese on her mother’s side and 1/4 Siamese on her father’s side. That is 2/4 Siamese…but I can not actually say she is 1/2 Siamese. I don’t know if you can understand why. She is sort of crosseyed and very strange.

I will take a photo of her so you can understand what I actually mean about her. Don’t get me wrong…I love her!

]]> http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?feed=rss2&p=80 0 Annabella http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=77 http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=77#comments Tue, 04 May 2010 22:57:24 +0000 Loretta http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=77 My kitty Annabelle…We named her that because she is out Little Orphan Annie. We saw some guy pull over and place her outside his car and then drive away. It was in the middle of the country near a small dairy farm. We pulled over and she ran to our car and jumped in my lap. We turned around and drove home. We set her up with food and water in our basement until we could come home and properly introduce her to our dog, Fraycheck.

Fraycheck loved cats but we didn’t know how these two would get along so we took precautions. They got along famously in the end. Picture of Annabelle to follow. Her name is Annabella but we call her Annabelle.

She also a peculiar cat.

]]> http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?feed=rss2&p=77 0 This Theme http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=62 http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=62#comments Tue, 04 May 2010 01:33:38 +0000 Loretta http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=62 This theme is kind of weird but I love the colors…and the way the tabs glow so I am using it. Thank you!

]]> http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?feed=rss2&p=62 0 Hello World…from this place http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=60 http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=60#comments Tue, 04 May 2010 01:30:34 +0000 Loretta http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=60 Yay!!! I want to jump up and down because I have finally after about a six years…figured out what was wrong with my blog coming from my Loretta Louviere website place. It needed to be updated in the backend area of the website. Why it couldn’t have just notified me in English is slightly beyond me but I finally found it and I am so SUPER happy! I am having a little Geek Party for me!

]]> http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?feed=rss2&p=60 0 Haven’t been here in a while… http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=59 http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=59#comments Tue, 30 Mar 2010 23:59:21 +0000 Loretta http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=59 This is my original blog…but it is a difficult blog to deal with. I wont go into how but just take my word for it. Never the less I actually love the look of it. I love the look of it like I love the look of my house and yet I am always trying to change it. I try unsuccessfully because I have totally botched something up on my website and so…I can not take advantage of the great wordpress.org templates that are available. OK I have already told you too much. For now this is all I will say. Good Night! ]]> http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?feed=rss2&p=59 0 Hello world! http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=1 http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=1#comments Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 Loretta Welcome to WordPress. This is your first post.

Edit or delete it, then start blogging!

]]> http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?feed=rss2&p=1 1 http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=54 http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=54#comments Mon, 26 Jan 2009 03:30:39 +0000 Loretta http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=54 ]]> http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?feed=rss2&p=54 0 Chicken Boy http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=53 http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=53#comments Mon, 26 Jan 2009 03:27:13 +0000 Loretta http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=53 This is the beginning of a story about Chicken Boy and his unicycle. Chicken Boy is tall and lives in a shed. He got a unicycle and rides it thru his little town. People yell to Chicken Boy and want to know his real name. His real name is Ernie Packwood. He moved to his shed when he was seventeen. He has a small wood stove and he is very brave. He’s not a chicken at all and his parents didn’t make him move to his shed. He did move there with his parents’ blessings. It is in their back yard.

Maybe he’s called Chicken Boy because his shed was a chicken coop once. Do Not Worry, there is no danger of his contracting that disease that Bob Dylan had around his heart from something to do with chickens because this chicken coop hasn’t been inhabited by chicken for over thirty years.

Much longer ago than thirty years his small town outlawed chickens inside the borders of the town because roosters woke up everyone way too early. Chicken Boy was sad when he learned that.

To be continued…

]]> http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?feed=rss2&p=53 0 Happy New Year http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=46 http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=46#comments Mon, 31 Dec 2007 07:11:29 +0000 Loretta http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=46 It’s 2:01 AM New Years Eve early morning…I have the whole day to think of my New Years Resolutions. I usually don’t make resolutions…Instead I look back on my year from my own favorite day, October 12th. I am resolving to to do three things this year. You will see them here. Novel, Cards and Scarves. Scarves I just thought of yesterday morning. I want to make my own scarves. OK…Happy New Year to you all!

]]> http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?feed=rss2&p=46 2 I Love The Night…A Story http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=33 http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=33#comments Mon, 12 Nov 2007 05:59:10 +0000 Loretta http://lorettalouviere.com/blog/?p=33 I love the night…I love the deep dark quiet and the big velvet blue. I don’t want to sound corny about this but I really love the night…and so what – what does it mean to me, the big cheesy yellow moon? The stars that my sister thought were holes in the sky. She always thought backwards which is one of my biggest blessings in the whole world, to have a sister who I love who looks at everything from the back. I can always know that my sister will see things exactly as I do not.

My sister also has an incredible sense of color…color relationships. It’s just in her. She is able to see the color combinations that are impossible to me. She will see the most subtle of all colors in a complicated piece of fabric and she will pull that exact color out of the fabric and paint her kitchen cabinets with it…and me…I never even saw it till she already bought the paint!

Other night things…I don’t like to be scared…but the night all by itself does not and never will scare me. It’s only all the lurking shadow lovers that scare me. Beings that take the good soft bounciness of the night…which is like a gigantic comforter that your real strong friends will hold the corners of and toss you into to the air till you laugh yourself silly…and the lurkers will use it to hide their evil intentions and maybe even scare you…I don’t like it.

I’m OK with owls…I mean to an owl it’s really day anyway…and those other big eyed expandable eye pupil animals…they are fine…and they make great sounds. Well all right…if you insist on knowing, I would rather have extra terrestrials visit in the day. Like at Teatime. That’s when I would rather be confronted with life from another planet. Of course that spoils the lighting effects, especially if the beings actually glow themselves. But hey…let me get use to you before I have to deal with the special effects, OK? Don’t scare me, all right? Then I’ll have fun showing you around.

I love my fireplace in the night…snowy winter nights by the fire…another time that I choose not to be disturbed by visitors from outer space. I mean if I have a preference, that is. As a matter of fact I would like to be shopping downtown when the aliens land…and I wouldn’t go pushing my shopping cart in an insane direction when the spacecraft landed. I would probably just stand in awe. I guess I would try to calculate if poison gas was coming my way…and I would be able to see it too because it wouldn’t be night.

Well, on second thought I would like to see the space ship land at Wegman’s at about 2 A.M. but this is only for the light effects and other witnesses. Otherwise it has to be Tea Time.

I’m pretty sure my sister believes in beings from other planets living amongst us. What am I talking about? She still tells about the seven-foot tall sheik in the long black coat that bumped into her on East 86th Street and when she turned to look at him she saw instead a little old lady with a white flowery hat…and that was the daytime!

I did have a nighttime disappointment once. Something I never saw coming. I was with my boyfriend Leon. We were in his 1950 Ford convertible with the top up. He just finally got his license and it was our first ride around date and it was raining. I thought, the rain on the fabric roof and driving around at night on the dark streets in October was going to be the best possible combination of my favorite things, cars, night and rain…when all of a sudden, on coming car lights and every light in the whole night…on that street…were all glaring off the wet pavement and sparkling in annoying pin pricks of pointed light from every rain drop on the windshield. It had the emotional effect of a migraine it was so radically disappointing.

It is rare for me to miss the wacky geometry of reflection, but I was young then. It still happens however, there are still things like pin prick reflections that work their way into my quote unquote perfect universe…things that have a way of activating when I least expect it…that can come whimpering or roaring to life right before my eyes…and I’m shocked that I didn’t see them coming…maybe they’ve lurked in under a shadow…I don’t really know…but I do know that I will never blame it on the night.

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