Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
|You Are Vixen|
Why You're Naughty: That fur pulling spat you got into with Dancer over Santa.
Why You're Nice: Because even when you're nice, you're still delightfully naughty!
Friday, November 21, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The second swap I recieved was a wishlist swap from Luneria. I love altered matchboxes filled with goodies I can use for my artwork.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Why did it have to snow in the middle of October? Thankfully the roads were not that bad, but s I was cleaning off my car to go out to see my sister, I closed my finger in the car door. These pictures show my poor finger a few hours later. Unfourtunetly you can't really tell how swollen that finger is, my sister called it my Alien finger, because it looked like E.T.'s finger minus the glowing effect.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
"Give me $100,000,000 dollars or the bunny gets it, No Police!" My partner for this swap had mentioned that hse had a bunny doll that she loved, so I used that idea for this fake ransome note postcard. I took a photo of one of my own bunny dolls tied up and mailed it to her.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
The next package I opened was this letter in a bottle reply from my partner for the "Ghost Pen Pal" swap. I had written to her and sent a letter in a bottle (The same bottle that has returned to me), in the letter I was a young woman named Lavender who was stranded on a desert island after her ship had been attack by pirates. Lavender's message was recieved by this young man (my partner's creation) who also finds himself in a simular position. I will be sending out a reply soon (also in the bottle) from a new character who intercepted the message.
This next package I recieved from EmJayBe for the "My Favorite Magazine #2" swap. she was kind enough to send me information about some local lore and legends.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Rookie detective Charlie Kent pulled up to the crime scene. He had been a police officer for many years and he had seen nearly everything that crime had to offer. The forensics team had yet to arrive; Kent hoped that it would not take to long for them to get there. Time was their worse enemy; valuable evidence would be swept away by the coming storm. As Kent and his partner stepped out of their car, he felt his adrenaline start flowing; this was his first case as a detective. His partner Detective Albert Baxley, was a seasoned vet and would have to take the lead on this investigation, at least until Kent could handle it.
They crossed under the crime scene tape and located the officer who had responded to the scene.
“Neighbor called 911 to report shots fired. According to the witness, she heard 3 shots and then screeching tires. She looked out her window and saw a dark van disappear around the corner. She is over there with my partner, Officer Garrison.” He said.
“What did you see when you pulled up?” Kent asked.
“Pretty much what you are seeing, nothing changed. We checked the victims for a pulse. Of course when we pulled up the caller ran out to us and started babbling like a lunatic.”
“Thanks” Said Baxley, moving toward the witness. Halfway there, Baxley stopped and looked at his partner. “Charlie, why don’t you walk the scene? Write down everything that you see and draw a sketch of the scene. I will talk to the witness. We don’t have a lot of time till that storm breaks. I will be with you in a minute.”
Kent nodded and walked away.
The crime scene was a parking lot of a local convenience store, it was 3 in the morning and the shop had long since closed for the night. The two bodies lay in a heap in the middle of the lot. They had to have been standing very close to each other when the shots fired. He opened his notebook and began to sketch what he saw. He marked where the bullet casings were and the position of the bodies.
Every once in a while he glanced toward his partner. The witness was indeed babbling. Kent recalled the officer mentioning squealing tires so he searched the ground for any tire treads; nothing. Things were not adding up. 3 shots fired? Then why were there 6 gun casings lying nearby.
He looked around and spotted an ATM near the entrance of the store. He walked towards it. The ATM camera was pointed in the direction of the bodies. He jotted this down in his notebook to help him remember to mention this to Baxley.
“What do you have?” Baxley said.
Kent jumped and turned. “Baxley, you gave me a heart attack.”
“Sorry, anything you want to share. Like why you are over here at the ATM when the crime happened over there?”
“Look at this, the shootings happened within the camera’s range, perhaps it caught the action.”
“Not bad rookie, what else do you got?”
Kent explained about the number of casings and the lack of evidence that a car was involved. Over head there was a clap of thunder. “About time that the forensics team showed up, this storm won’t hold back much longer.” Kent said pointing to the forensics van that pulled in.
“The witness might just be the perp, or else not a witness at all.” Baxley said as they headed toward the team.
“Why do you say that?”
“She kept changing the story. First there were 3 shots and tires screeching, and then there were 5 shots and a car driving slowly by. So my thought is either she is the perp or she really saw nothing and is trying to get attention. You do know that sometimes the perp returns to the scene of the crime. Perhaps the perp never left.”
While the forensics team got to work, the two detectives began to compare notes. It would just be a matter of time till they solved this one, but for now it was time to sort out the facts.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
This is the information I included about my fairy. In't she cute? I love how she came out.
Fairy’s Name: Rosebud Pollywiggle Age: Unknown
Power/Talent: Invisibility, flight, causing confusion and slight mischief.
Further Information: While you have your back turned Rosebud will sneak up and take your beads, buttons, thread, ribbons, thimbles, needles, and any other little trinket she can get her hands on. She enjoys watching the confused look on her victim’s face when they turn back around and can’t find the object they were just about to use. It is believed that she will one day grow out of this habit and develop more beneficial habits and powers.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
She was always so sweet and loving, almost human-like. I can imagine her as one of those warm old women you love to be with, like Mrs. Potts from Disney's Beauty and the Beast. I can see her greeting you with wide open arms and a cup of tea. I imagine that if she was a human she would have jet black hair with white streaks (in her old age of course) and those same warm brown eyes she had as a dog.
The following poem was given to me today by a dear friend who had also gone through such a tragedy. I thought it would be fitting to include it as well.
You're giving me a special gift,
So sorrowfully endowed,
And through these last few cherished days,
Your courage makes me proud.
But really, love is knowing
When your best friend is in pain,
And understanding earthly acts
Will only be in vain.
So looking deep into your eyes,
Beyond, into your soul,
I see in you the magic that will
Once more make me whole.
The strength that you possess,
Is why I look to you today,
To do this thing that must be done,
For it's the only way.
That strength is why I've followed you,
And chose you as my friend,
And why I've loved you all these years...
My partner till the end.
Please, understand just what this gift
You're giving, means to me,
It gives me back the strength I've lost,
And all my dignity.
You take a stand on my behalf,
For that is what friends do.
And know that what you do is right,
For I believe it, too.
So one last time, I breathe your scent,
And through your hand I feel,
The courage that's within you,
To grant me this appeal.
Cut the leash that holds me here,
Dear friend, and let me run,
Once more a strong and steady dog,
My pain and struggle done.
And don't despair my passing,
For I won't be far away,
Forever here, within your heart,
And memory I'll stay.
I'll be there watching over you,
Your ever-faithful friend,
... a young dog once again.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
So here is the photo I sent out, my pirate ducky is on my dad's laptop. my ducky claims that he was searching for music for his iPod, but I have reason to believe that he was plotting world domination.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
After spending time in the park we (My mother and myself) said good bye to my friends and stopped by Hershey's Chocolate World, where we discovered a trolley tour. We had time to kill so we hoped on. It was alot of fun and I learned alot about Milton Hershey that I didn't know. Here are 2 pictures that I took on the tour:
This one is of Hershey Manor. Milton and his wife lived in this house. Plus it was within walking distance from the factory.
This picture is of The Hershey Family Homestead, It was in this house that Milton Hershey was born. I had a great time and would love to do it again soon.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
I have you crochet supplies. You want proff? Here it is!!!
Don't call the police if you know what is good for you. If you want your supplies back then you must stand on your head and recite the pledge of alligence in pig latin. Then you must bring $100 to the far corner of main street. Place the money under the mailbox and leave.
Remember, if the police are involved you will say farewell to your stuff forever.
This is fair warning!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
My favorite bible story is the story of Ruth. So the story goes that Ruth had married one of the sons of a woman named Naomi. Naomi’s husband had moved his family from Bethlehem to the land of Moab to escape a famine. While in Moab their two sons marry local girls named Oprah and Ruth. Unfortunately father and sons die soon after leaving behind leaving the three women as widows. News soon reaches Naomi that the famine is over, so she decides to return home to Bethlehem. Oprah and Ruth follow Naomi until she turns and urges the girls to return home to their parents and remarry men from their own land. Oprah obeys and bids farewell, but Ruth refuses and in my favorite bible speech declares: “Don't urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God.”
Upon reaching Bethlehem they are greeted by Naomi’s old friends, at which point she announces that she is changing her name from Naomi (pleasant or amiable) to Mara (bitter or bitterness). Ruth and “Mara” set up home again and Ruth embraces Namoi's culture and religon. Ruth goes to look for work so they can eat. She finds work gathering wheat left behind by the sewers in a field belonging to a man named Boaz.
Boaz who is a relative of Naomi's husband, sees Ruth and admires her for her hard work and the kindness she shows to her mother-in-law. He offers her protection in his fields and arranges for her to bring home more wheat. Naomi upon hearing who has been so kind to Ruth starts planning for her Daughter-in-law. To make a long story short: Ruth follows along with her plans and asks Boaz to be her Kinsman Redeemer. Boaz falls in love with her and arranges to purchase her father-in-laws land and marries Ruth. Ruth gives birth to a son who later becomes the grandfather of King David. The moabess Ruth, an outsider, becomes one of the women in the family tree of Jesus Christ.
I love this story, there is so much in here about obedience, having faith, taking chances, and most of all God’s amazing grace. It encourages me to think that maybe one day I will find my Boaz.