I thinks I have a bit of a corkscrew problem.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
How Morgan became a Mad Scientist
Back in the days before Jason walked into our lives and shortly after T died, Morgan was prone to experimentation. She was just about 8 at the time and she would haunt the library shelves looking for experiments she could try at home. I encouraged this behavior since I felt that my own childhood had been sorely lacking in the scientific experimentation phase (I was flat out told no, I didn't need a chemistry set....pout!)
That summer after she had left to be spoiled as the youngest grandchild of my parents, I discovered that she had left me a little surprise. Imagine opening your cabinets to find something oozing out of every container on to the shelves and threatening to take over the kitchen. It seems she had decided to try an experiment to make crystals, so she could make me a necklace.
Awe! How sweet! you say!
Yes, it was sweet, except she could not find all the correct ingredients and made a few substitutions, hence the over growth of flubbery like substance that was taking over my kitchen.
That is the day Morgan became a mad scientist and earned her title of Evil Child.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
I Got My Busted Head last night from the Wonderful Talented +Steph Ratte'
I got my Busted Head today from the wonderful and talented +Steph Ratté .. You should really pop on over to her profile and see some of the amazing work she does. She also have a very talented sister +Jess Ratte .
Steph Ratté originally shared this post:
Next up, it's +Anna Rowe ! I kinda improvised on your hair, but I hope you like it nonetheless :) Your Hi-res, non-watermarked version will be PM'ed to you momentarily! :D
#BustingHeads #Art #Illustration #Avatars
#BustingHeads #Art #Illustration #Avatars
Anna Rowe, your head's been busted! :D I used two pics for reference for this, so I hope you like it! :D Markers and PrismaPens on printer bond. Art © 2012 to SGMR.
2 people were tagged in this album - Marc Jansen and Anna Rowe
I am a handy girl to have around. Jan 24, 2012 Almost caught up
Tonight the pipe under the kitchen sink broke. As the man walked grumbling out the door with phrases of "Have to call a damn plumber", "Going to cost a fortune," and "What the hell else can go wrong this week?" I grabbed my trusty pipe wrench, the stretchy fix-it tape and started to dismantle the pipes. 20 minutes later, leak is fixed, didn't cost anything but time and I found a silver three prong fork in the pipes.
#Iamhandytohavearound
#Iamhandytohavearound
Chocolate-Covered Coffee Beans or MY DRUG OF CHOICE!
I am so trying this recipe out as soon as possible.
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Just Call Me Sexy!
Have some TARDIS
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I am going through Whowithdrawal....
My Haunted House part 2 January 23 2012
“I know there is strange things happening in the house, but not so strange the I should find knives stashed everywhere.”
Yes, that statement just left my mouth. When we used to live in the old neighborhood with the occasional drive-by, I did stash weapons around the apartment. I wanted to make sure there was always something close at hand for defense. It was usually one of the many blades I've collected over the years or my hockey stick. I do swing a mean stick. ;op
The house is different, than the old neighborhood. The old neighborhood was haunted by the specters of human evil and greed, where the house just feels somehow alive. There is just a feeling of never being alone, even when you know you are the only one in the house. It is like there is someone in the next room from you, but you can never quite find them. At times I get a bit of conversation that I should not hear or make out what the words are, yet I am not afraid. We've lived here over a year now and the only problem that I want to address with my unknown specter is “Please close the backdoor and lock it when your done.”
So far the wedging of a chair under the door is working at night, but the door still opens on other occasions and we still cannot debunk it.
Yes, that statement just left my mouth. When we used to live in the old neighborhood with the occasional drive-by, I did stash weapons around the apartment. I wanted to make sure there was always something close at hand for defense. It was usually one of the many blades I've collected over the years or my hockey stick. I do swing a mean stick. ;op
The house is different, than the old neighborhood. The old neighborhood was haunted by the specters of human evil and greed, where the house just feels somehow alive. There is just a feeling of never being alone, even when you know you are the only one in the house. It is like there is someone in the next room from you, but you can never quite find them. At times I get a bit of conversation that I should not hear or make out what the words are, yet I am not afraid. We've lived here over a year now and the only problem that I want to address with my unknown specter is “Please close the backdoor and lock it when your done.”
So far the wedging of a chair under the door is working at night, but the door still opens on other occasions and we still cannot debunk it.
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