Skirt, The Idea

A domestic sorceress & friend !

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When I am not trudging between home and school, drying tears, or baking muffins, I am often cutting up old clothes and trying to piece them together into new clothes.

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Imagine if I actually just went to the store and bought fabric? But where would the recycling or fun be in that?!

There is never a time when I do not have at least one skirt made of old pants. And never a time when I am not without ideas. Or piles of clothes ready to be reused. In fact the first thing I think when people give me clothes is usually OOOOH What I Could Make Out Of These!

Pants beware! Shirts cower! Sleeves kind of rejoice, cause they get all kinds of fun on legs and coffee mugs… more than they do on arms I bet 😉

This week I am busy blending old denim with older shirts,

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Cover Reveal

Interesting cover. I missed the free preview, though.

Jack Flacco

Four years later, it’s done. The final book to my Ranger Martin zombie series is complete. Today I reveal the cover to Ranger Martin and the Search for Paradise. Am I excited? I wouldn’t know where to start to tell you how I feel right now. Yeah, I am excited. Can’t you tell? Next month, my dream will come true. On October 20, 2015, the book releases.

Ranger Martin and the Search for ParadiseLast Friday, I’d promised I’d tell you where the idea for Ranger Martin came from.

As clichéd as it sounds, I woke up one morning in October 2011 with Ranger’s name surfing through my head. While shaving, the image of a zombie slayer turned father-figure began to take shape. Ranger would travel across the country saving kids from the likes of chewers and eaters, providing lodging and giving them a purpose for their existence.

The story grew after I had entered it as part…

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Addressing the Elephant in the Room: Female Bodybuilding and Steroids

Interesting thoughts on FBBs & steroid usage

The Adventures of Ryan Takahashi

Don't inject yourself with anything the shady guy on Facebook gives you. The sketchy guy on Twitter, on the other hand, is probably more reputable. Don’t inject yourself with anything the shady guy on Facebook gives you. The sketchy guy on Twitter, on the other hand, is probably more reputable.

There’s a large elephant in the room that needs to be addressed.

No, it’s not Dumbo. Or Babar. Or any of the ones that carried historical figures like Hannibal or Alexander the Great into battle. We’re addressing a different kind of elephant, one that’s taking up entirely too much space but none of us are willing to acknowledge.

Sigh. As a female muscle fan, I’m not against talking about this subject, but it’s unavoidable. So here it goes.

Steroids.

There. I said it. Steroids. Steroids. Steroids. Steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeroooooooooooooooids.

Steroids.

According to the world-famous online encyclopedia known as Wikipedia, steroids – or, in this case, anabolic steroids – are defined as:

“Anabolic steroids, technically known as anabolic-androgenic steroids (AAS), are drugs that are structurally related to…

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Afloat in the Vast Sea of the Infosphere – My stream of Consciousness Floats…..

All THANKS to a cranky 7 year old desktop computer that I threaten with almost clockwork regularity. Laptops ? They are the French Poodles of the data sharing & storage world. iPads ? Feh on them ! Smartphones or cell phones with e – mail / web – browsing capability ? I’ll get back to you when I find one that works for me.

I stick to the Gutenberg printing press, the Olivetti of computing, the desktop computer. When it works, it works well. Then sometimes I have to take it in for surgery. I’m a computer – addict, but I can get away from when I have to because my apartment ain’t in Trump Towers ( & I’m glad it isn’t ) & I enjoy my fresh air & space. & petrol fumes. 🙂 & the local small town history after living in a larger area.

It feels interesting to put my thoughts out there with about several billion other people. More than 15 minutes of fame, as the late Warhol prophesied.

Stay frosty folks. Maybe I’ll hit the right combination of notes playing my digital concerto for you.