A Chant

I can’t go out no more
There’s a man by the door
In a raincoat
Smoking a cigarette.


I’ve put him in my diary
And all the mailers are lined up
On the bed, bloody in the glow
Of the bar sign next door.

He knows that if I die
(Or even drop out of sight)
The diary goes and everyone knows
The CIA’s in Virginia.

500 mailers bought from
500 drug counters each one different
And 500 notebooks
With 500 pages in everyone.

I am prepared.


I can see him from up here
His cigarette winks from just
Above his trench coat collar.
And somewhere there’s a man on a subway
Sitting under a black velvet ad thinking my name.

Men have discussed me in back rooms
If the phone rings there’s only dead breath.
In the bar across the street a snub-nose
Revolver has changed hands in the men’s room.
Each bullet has my name on it.
My name is written in back files
And looked up in newspaper morgues.

My mother’s been investigated
Thankfully she’s dead.

They have writing samples
And examine the back loops of p’s
And the crosses of t’s.
My brother’s with them, did I tell you?
His wife’s Russian and he
Keeps asking me to fill out forms
I have it in my diary.

Do listen
You must listen

In the rain at the bus stop
Black crows with black umbrellas
Pretend to look at their watches, but
It’s not raining. Their eyes are silver dollars.
Some are scholars in the pay of the FBI.
Most are foreigners who pour through
Our streets. I fooled them.
Got off the bus at 25th and Lex
Where a cabby watched me over his newspaper.

In the room above me an old woman
Has put an electric suction cup on her floor.
It sends out rays through my light fixture
And now I write in the dark
By the bar signs glow.
I tell you I know.

They sent me a dog with brown spots
And a radio cobweb in its nose.
I drowned it in the sink and wrote it up
In folder GAMMA.

I don’t look in the mail box anymore.
The greeting cards are letter bombs.

(Step away! I tell you!
Step away. I know tall people.
I tell you I know very tall people!)

The luncheonette is laid with talking floors
And the waitress says it was salt but I know arsenic
When it’s put before me and the yellow taste of mustard
To mask the bitter odor of almonds.
I have seen strange lights in the sky.
Last night a man with no face crawled through nine miles
Of sewer to surface in my toilet, to listen
For phone calls through the cheap wood with chrome ears.
I tell you man, I hear.

I saw his muddy hand prints
On the porcelain.

I don’t answer the phone now,
Have I told you that?

They are planning to flood the Earth with sludge.
They are planning break-ins.

They have got physicians
Advocating weird sex positions.
They are making addictive laxatives
And suppositories that burn.
They know how to put out the sun
With blow guns.

I pack myself in ice – Have I told you that?
It obviates their infra scopes.
I know chants and I wear charms.
You may think you have me but I could destroy you
Any second now

Any second now

Any second now

Would you like some tea, my love?

Did I tell you I can’t go out no more?
There’s a man by the door
In a raincoat.



A breath of fresh air, a beautiful resting time, peace and quiet. All of these things are now mine for the next two weeks!

I have finally finished my first year at the University of Phoenix and to reward myself and the men in my household I am taking a short break before starting my next two classes!

I have had my fill of mathematical equations and mumbo jumbo!

I have discovered and researched all there is to know about the Galapagos Islands!

Now I go in peace to watch a movie and explore Boise with my wonderful husband!


My new look!

After a few days of trying to make major changes in my blog look great, I gave up and handed the reigns over to the master!

Jeremy did an awesome job fixing up my blog! And he worked for FREE! He even created the border strip to go below the picture. It is absolutely perfect!

So, this is my official thank you to the man!


The Jets Are Coming! The Jets Are Coming!

I am completely overjoyed at seeing two fighter jets streak across the sky at lightning speed. I love the rumbly tumbly feeling in my belly as the engines roar overhead. Each and everytime, my eyes light up and sparkle again and again through their practice runs.

Luckily for me, we have found a perfect place to park and eat lunch while out and about with the boys! It’s not exactly a park, but it has everything we could ever need for an hour or two of peaceful time.

1. It runs alongside the New York Canal, so the boys have plenty of rocks to practice skipping in to the water.

2. It overlooks Boise, with big city construction and traffic as the only background noise.
3. And of course, it is right by the Boise Airport runway.

As we were chowing down on our delicious lunchtime specials this week, the military base was hopping with fighter jet activity. And we were treated to quite the aerial show.

Overhead they’d race, splitting apart and making remarkable turns, circling around, swooping down to “touchdown” and then take off again, round and round they’d go.
I get so giddy and silly, I hop up and down. Oh, it’s a sight to share!


Put on your hard hats

Pardon the interruption, this blog is currently undergoing some major changes that may take a few days to sort out.

Your patience is greatly appreciated!

Just a few things to mention...

I am disgusted with FLAT TIRES!!! I try super duper hard to be patient when things like this stomp on my threshold first thing in the morning. But it's affecting my cheerfulness today! AARRGGHH!


Adding Up

Just in case everyone didn't already know, the Rigby's are animal lovers. We haven't had any full time pets since being married what with moving every 10 months or so... but all that changed today! While at work today, I was given the opportunity to meet and bring home a little bitty kitten. This kitten is A-DOR-A-BLE!!! It is orange and yellow striped with black wisps of hair all through. She has the biggest front paws you could ever imagine for something so tiny. And she even has a name.

Now I should warn you just over a year ago we house tested a puppy, and while deciding on a name Eric chose "Store" and Timo was determined that we should call it "Tree". (Travis, I know you remember the belly laugh that caused) Well, this time we have gone an entirely different direction.

We each came up with names we liked and then we picked the very best one. The name we picked out for our brand new little friend was chosen by none other than the BigRig, aka Jeremy, and is...

Drum Roll, Please!

Monroe. Yup, you read right, Monroe.

And since I don't have a pic of the fluffy Monroe, I am posting one of the much more famous Monroe.