Don't disregard excuses

The reason for my seeming absence has been a number of reasons, ranging from lack of time, to brain being too full.
I just have so many post ideas, it's overwhelming, and I don't know how to turn these ideas into actual posts, and then, I don't write them down (I never write anything down, and it's bloody stupid of me) and I always forget them.

-Posts about my writing
-Posts about reading to Children.
-Posts about being inked (and my confused emotions of it)
-Posts about my life (I'm going to a Museum Friday, shooting one of my friends tomorrow, and meeting another friend on Saturday oh, and tomorrow, after shooting my friend Katy, I'll be attending a Passover remembrance) (and yes, I said shooting, but I promise not to use flash. That is a crime, using flash with photography)
-Posts about how I just made the most awesome brownies you ever did see. (not really, but, honestly. They are so fluffy and beautiful, I want to cry. I think this is the first time food has come out how I desire)
-Posts about Vampires, and my take on them.
-a Vlog
-A book review (...I actually have a few)
-I'd like to start outfit posts too...maybe.
 -Posts about really nothing in particular.

Like this one. It's truly filled with nothing of any importance at all, and yet, it will probably get published...crazy, eh?

Well, I'm going to go stare at my perfect brownies, and maybe shed a few tears over their beauty, and then, I take my emotional strangely foodie self to bed.

Oh.

Here is a picture of Henna. I found it, and kinda fell in love:

I got a henna done once, I think that was one of the most happiest 30 minutes of my life.  The artist even put sparkles on it, so I was all shimmering, and it smelled like mint while the clay was on. And it stayed there for like, 2 weeks. Or maybe it was 3 weeks...I almost didn't wash my hands, but the germaphobic part of me won. 
I'd like to have another Henna, it was worth my $10...

Oh.
and this:

I found this too.
Can it get any more perfect?
I think William Shakespeare is my Dead Author boyfriend, sorry H.G Wells, you just got dumped. Something is just so darling attractive about a man who makes his own phrases that actually makes sense.

Gosh.
I'm tired.
I'm saying things even I don't completely understand....

“You speak an infinite deal of nothing.” 

-"Sturdy With The Wordy" Shakespeare. (aka: Billy Whizz)

Goodnight, me ol cream crackers. 

a better post to come soon, 

pinkie promise.

 Ashley The one to Totally Blame.

Odd Thoughts

 “The question is very understandable, but no one has found a satisfactory answer to it so far."

-Anne Frank

I think such odd thoughts.

Like, how do we know we can't breath in outerspace? Did someone try it? How do we really know? Maybe we are just told that. How do we know what stars are, or that the Earth moves around the sun. Has anybody touched a star, or been far enough away to watch the Earth circle our sun?
Maybe stars are pinpricks in heaven?
Who knows what's on the dark side of the moon? Maybe it's a lost civilization.

What does it feel like to die? Is it scary? Or peaceful? Do you realize you are dying before it even happens? Do you truly see your life flash before your eyes? Do you float away, or is like a bright flash? Do you get a holy trial or do you just wake up in Heaven or @#!*% ? Preferably heaven.
Is dying dark, or is it light?


What goes through an animals mind? Can they love? I know they can fear, or feel happy, but can they hate? Do dogs go to heaven? Who first decided to drink cow's milk? How did they come to that conclusion?

How did letters and words began? How did they decide A says ah?

Who kissed or hugged first? Was it awkward? Who was the first person to be married by a priest/preacher/pastor? Did Eve freak out when her stomach grew larger with Cain? How did they react to childbirth?

How did myths start? Were Greek gods based off of real (though not godly) people? Was there truly a curious woman named Pandora or a strong man named Hercules?

Did God make a chicken, or did God make an egg?

How did Noah and his family react to watching people drown in the flood? Did they get seasick? How did the Ark smell? Was it lonely, being the only people on earth?

Who named Colors, or discovered color blindness? What was Sir Isaac Newton doing under the tree? Who first looked up at space and said to himself, "I want to travel up there"?

I think a great many odd thoughts....

 “‎Halt looked up at the trees above him.
"Why does this boy ask so many questions?" he asked the trees.
Naturally, they didn't answer.” 

-The Ruins of Gorlan 

(SCORE! The Ranger's Apprentice. You all know very well, you can't ask another question ever again without feeling a bit like Will...)

The Coulson Conspiracy

We all saw it, Agent Phil Coulson died.
Right?

Yet, The Huffington Post declares, "Clark Gregg's Agent Coulson is coming back to S.H.I.E.L.D. Despite meeting a tragic end in "Marvel's The Avengers," the beloved and by-the-book agent will apparently make an appearance in "Marvel's S.H.I.E.L.D.," the new television series produced by Joss Whedon".

While Mr. Whedon (AKA: Moffat's apprentice) hasn't said how this will come to pass, I have my own theory.

Coulson's death proved to be the kick in the pants the mismatched Avenger team needed to kick Loki's butt. It would have taken a great time and effort to fully start their engines if he hadnt.
What if Coulson and Fury realized that?
What if Coulson never really died?
What if it was all a set up between him and Director Fury?
Lets look at who pronounced him dead: Fury, Who was willing to lie about where Phil Coulson's reading cards were to spark the flame in the Avengers, and who, lets admit it, isn't the most truthful son of Adam.
And you'll also realized, none of the Avenger team saw Phil's body, except Thor, but he didn't stay to see him die.
And of course, we have the paramedics to figure out. Lets look at it this way, for these guys, keeping secrets come with the job. Don't you think they could be made to understand the importance of keeping Coulson 'dead'?
And the final hump in the road of my idea.
Loki himself.
We all saw what happened to Phil, and I highly doubt myself that he could've lived through that.
So, lets take a step back and look at the S.H.I.E.L.D helicarrier. It's pretty impressive, and with state of the art technology.
Perhaps it was capable of Holograms. In fact, it's very likely it had Holograms.
Perhaps the whole time, Agent Phil Coulson was sitting back, in a dark room, allowing himself a laugh, while watching as our Avengers (and Agent Hill) were distressed at his death.
Making Agent Coulson pretty similar to Sherlock.....
Someone needs to make sure Joss Whedon and Stephen Moffat aren't having secret Skype meetings every midnight and sharing Meticulous planning for their own murkiest scam.

What do you think? Is my theory even remotely possible? And is it even something J.W would do?(I know Moffat would, but it isn't Moffat's movie, now is it?). What's YOUR theory?

I'm just going to say, if they just 'bring him back' without a possible, and realistic reason how, I'm going to be so very upset. And, I know Huffington Post said something about an Android with Coulson's memories, but I don't like that very much either. It won't BE Coulson. Why don't we just kill Tony Stark, and make a Red suited Android? See, not the same. 

Hoi.

Friends, are what make it all worthwhile
Just try and show a little style
And life can put a smile
On your face

-Love Always Comes As a Surprise-

 

I feel particularly sassy and sarcastic today, and weird. and wired. It probably has something to do with the fact that I've eaten more sweet things today then I have in the last 3 months. yay, go me.  I've also pumped out some pretty awesome writing today, so, I guess it's a little bit of a win-loss.  

Hey, guys, I have a huge confession.

I am in love with a physco murderer who lives in an ultimate lair.

Ha ha ha.

Got'cha.

Blogger keeps turning my font into italics, and I'm losing the fight with myself to keep changing it. gershgershgersh.

I laughed like RumpleStilken today. I made myself very proud of Me, then, I realized laughing like a maniac villain who I haven't even watched wasn't a very good idea. 

I realize I should be writing, but, well, I'm kinda at a difficult place, so I'm chickening and just blogging instead. Hey, I could be doing worse things....like Tumblr.

I have another confession...I'm not a big Scottish accent fan, much preferring the Irish accent, but, Gerry has a beautiful accent. He really does. 

You will notice, I'm still typing in Italics.

And, I just noticed my font is smaller too. It's not intentional, I accidental didn't change it from the beginning song lyrics. oops. and i'm lazy right now. oh look. i didn't capitalize. 

nanowrimo is teaching my some very bad habits of not fixing typos and stuff.

in fact, i've just kinda gotten to where i just let the word doc tell me if stuff will be fixed, and some of it is fixed automatically. thats really nice.

really really nice.

 

i probably look either a) really lazy or b) really copycat right now, since i'm all 'small font, no capitals' right now.

but i swear im not.

i'm just tired, and ive been writing all day.

and i'm feeling strangely wired too.

i just feel strange. lets leave it at that.

i'm always strange though......

i have a question. 

if you argue with an idiot, are you the bigger idiot for arguing with someone of lesser intelligence then you? and if that is the case, then that would automatically make the other guy the lesser idiot, which would mean you are arguing with someone of greater intelligence then yourself, which means you wouldn't be the greater idiot, so would that automatically shift you to the lesser idiot?

and that probably made no sense.

go to bed, ashley. you're tired.

good night strange world. actually, i might write more....

or go to bed.

or write....

or tumblr.

tumblr is always a good idea.

(Oh, I am almost at 40K! YAYAYAYAYA me!)

ya know, that capitalized stuff is pretty nice....no. ocd, kick in. now. now. ocd, where are you? tell me i need to spell things right. why are you failing me?

The Urge To Be

I have never been plagued with the 'Follower-Contest' and 'Lack-Of-Popularity-Depression' that so many other Bloggers have been plagued with. I think it's because I started out with this blog (Then named 'Notes From the Field'. Gosh, I'm a totally different person then when I first started this blog) I didn't have any goal in mind other then for it to be an online journal. I had only one follower, and it was fine by me. That follower was my then-best Friend, and we talked weekly, yet still kept up with each others blogs. I was, and have been, perfectly content with the follower count, popularity, and such. Comments could be higher, but oh well.

Green hair? It's a edit, I swear. My hair is NOT green. I've very much a blond. Very much.

But I'm not a blogger goddess with no pitfalls. By no means am I. While I might not be desperate for more followers, pining for more comments, or trying boost my overall popularity, I have my own thorn.

The Desire to be whimsical.

Ok, that's enough. Stop laughing. It's true! I look at Bloggers like Rachel, Jocee, Lucia, and Annika, and think, "That's how I want to be. I want to be whimsical. I want to spell everything in lowercases, Use only my own photography in posts, Have random photoshoots of myself and use them in posts, And eat a Rainbow unicorn poop Cupcake a day. Because I think Jocee does".
Ok, so, kidding on that last part, maybe, but I'm serious. I want to be whimsical, and well, try as I might to tell myself otherwise, that's not who I am.

I like Video games that involve killing (NOT whimsical AT ALL). I get cupcakes once a year. I always capitalize. Even Things That Don't Need To Be Capitalized. Literally. It hurts me to NOT capitalize things. Sometimes, I'm just to lazy to use just my own photography in posts (Im actually working on that, though. Copyright infringement, KWIM?). I use abbreviations and smily faces, XD ^.^ KWIM LOL :) (: ;D and I use them often.
I don't have any Bohemian in me, unless you count a singular passion for Henna. I'm not the Anne Shirley type. I don't see fairies behind every door, and Magic in everyone's eyes. I adore Anne, but I'm not her.
And in case you ask, I'm Jo March. 100% Jo March.
I make typos. Becuase Im noy pergect. (unlike Jocee).
I don't write Posts in prose (like Rachel).
And I don't make Black and White look like color (Like Lucia).
I don't have big pictures and a darling little font (like Annika) because, I'm American and I like things big. (Joking).
I don't wear my heart on my sleeve, I don't find inspiration in cupcakes and dust and Dirty Fingers and Everything in between.

I'm just not whimsical.

I'm not them.

I'm me.

And even while writing this, I took 3 minutes trying to decide what to title it. I originally had "The Urge to be" but wanted to change it to something that was one word. Since, subconscienely, I was noting, that is what Rachel does. And thats the 'popular' thing to do. One worded Blog post titles.  But I caught myself, gave myself a mental scolding, and changed it back to 'The Urge To Be'.

That is my error. I try to make myself different, even in real life, I stretch and pull myself to be different. It's not intentional, I don't even notice I do it until a Thor-like lightning bolt hits me square in the cranium. A friend says she likes Breaking Benjamin, and Skillet, a week later, so do I. It's not that I try to be like others in that way, I don't want to fit any preset form. But, I don't like telling people I don't like something they love. So, I teach myself to love it. I teach myself to be a chameleon and change colors. But I do it so often, it's sometimes hard to remember what color I really am.

If I don't watch out, I'll lose my identity.

I'm me. Ashley Tahg (The One to Blame). I'm weird, I don't follow any fashion style unless its mine. I don't type in lowercase. I love superheroes and Halo to much to be whimsical. I like cheesecake more then cupcakes. I don't have a mini font. I use Pinterest pictures in posts sometimes. My post titles are rarely inspiration on their own. I take pictures of things, not myself. I have my own style, voice, and path. I need to stop urging myself to be something else.

Who are you?

The Day Before

Can it be? Already? Oh my goodness. Where did October go? Didn't it start, like, a week ago? How can it already be November? 

Well, tomorrow is November.

Tomorrow is the first day of NaNoWriMo. 

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I'm sorry, I just kinda dazed out there for a moment. 

It's NANOWRIMO tomorrow. Tonight, when the clock strikes twelve, the imaginative gates will open, and all across the world words shall pour into billions of Word Documents.  Billions of Writers will sip their coffee, and dare to stay awake a wee bit longer. 

And this shall begin the word race. 

I haven't yet decided if I'll stay awake until Midnight, my gungho side says, "COME ON! It'll be fun!" And then my more reserved side splashes coffee in the face of Gungho-side and says dryly, "Sleep is still important". 

I'm still watching the sides battle it out, and I'll know presently which wins. 

BUT TOMORROW! People! Readers! Friends! TOMORROW! Tomorrow I will be clickity clackitying away on dear old Greg the laptop. And should he even dare to fail me, I have a sledge hammer ready. His death will be swift and explosive. 

Ok, I really do love Greg, and would never harm him, but if he knew that, he would only act up all the more.  I only dare write this since I'm typing this post up on Irene (iPhone). She won't get terribly much use this November, and I don't want her to feel unwanted. ;) 

So, I really should be doing other things, like finishing the last few sentences to some of my scheduled posts, Filling out another plot sketch I found, Cleaning my writing workspace, or maybe eating breakfast...yes. Breakfast would be nice...

But here I am, I won't have much more time to just laze around, so I'm not rushing myself to do ANYTHING today. 

Anyway, I had a Vlog planned, but as always, YouTube hates me, and won't let me upload it. >.< I wish I could say, "Humph, I hate you too, YouTube" but that's not even near the truth. I'll just love YouTube, and lump coals on its electronic head.  

Anyway. 'See' you guys later. I'm going to take Saturdays off, and perhaps to Vlogs on my progress, but that's only if I can get my proper word count in. And it's going to be hard enough, since I see many hitches already. Thanksgiving being one of them. My family doesn't celebrate Christmas or Halloween (though, I accidentally wore my 1950s garb today, forgetting the date. XD it's warm, it's cozy, I'm not taking the 'costume' off. So there. But you guys can know, I'm wearing a red flannel poodle skirt, and a white shirt that's tucked in. As well as a black slightly military style jacket which does NOT fit the look, but is my season favorite) *clears throat* My plot bunny should be very happy if I branch off the same way in my novel. AS said, we don't celebrate Halloween or Christmas, so we put all our season festivities into Thanksgiving and New Years. My family would never forgive me, should I forgo our Thanksgiving. And I'd never dream of even thinking of passing it up.  

And then my fellow writers on The Incantevole Tales want to meet up and discuss book things, since we are all getting confused by what's going on. Which, brings up another thing, I have to keep writing my RP characters on Incantevole through NaNoWriMo as well, since I really think they will strangle me if I dropped it for a month. I started the idea, I have to stay with it. 

And then My Mom, Shauna, and I have a shopping date planned for this weekend. Which I love, but I'm biting my nails at having to take a break so early in the game. Oh, and Daddy said he wants to take me out somewhere too, since we never get to spend much time to talk. And since I'm apparently getting to 'that' age, I think he wants to confirm I have no boys throwing their hearts at my feet.

Don't worry, Father dear, I'm not going to become the Queen of Hearts any time soon unless its in cosplaying. 

 

So, yep. There you go. A long ramble post in which I got nothing done, but needed to do anyway. 

It felt good to simply just TALK.  Oh I love you guys, what would I do without my readers? 

Ah, yes. I'd talk to air....and now THAT'S boring, isn't it? 

Actually, I do talk to myself. I never realized I was odd to do that until recently. But, I like talking to myself. I'm hilarious, and me and myself have such good pep talks. Problem is, once one of us is depressed, it spreads among Me, Myself, and I like a Black Plague...

Bunny trail again. I swear, my plot Bunny, Soren, will be completely pleased if I do this in my book. 

Aye yi yi. 

So, well, fairfallen to all you wonderful peeps. I'll still be reading comments and publishing. So if I don't get ANY comments all November, I'm going to cry, ok? ;)

Not really, I cry easily, but only over books and movies, so I promise, no salty tears. 

Salty tears, that phrase always interested me, I mean, aren't all tears sal-

I did it. Again. 

I guess I just don't want to tear myself away. 

On the count of three, ok? 

1

2 

3

FAIRFALLEN! I'M GOING NOW!!

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

 

 

All images are mine, so please don't steal them. Otherwise, I will sic my Word count dragon on you. Don't under estimate Peb. Right now he may be mini, but I'm gonna feed him, and he is gonna be huge. Don't make him bring me send him on you, please don't. I don't want to explain to the police why there are burnt people in my yard.  

Feels (In other words, just a plain, goofy ramble)

I have been running on feels all day. I know I'm going to have a break down, but, eh. I'm on cloud 9 with thunderbolts, so, why care? 

The sad thing is, I don't even know what is making these oh-so-giddy feels, or, what started them.  Feels rarely need any great thing to continue their burning, absorbing, devouring flame.   

I highly doubt it started with 'The City Of Ember', which, I read in about 5 hours flat.  And then, I promptly started reading Eion Colfer's 'The Supernaturalist'.  And ya know, THAT was what probably started it. I always get extremely giddy and exited and emotional when reading Mr. Colfer's books, even if they aren't that special. Which, is why I tend to have difficulties reviewing the books....I am very biased, and I know it, so, I take it harder on them, and look for bad things, but I don't believe the bad things and...ugh. I get in such a stinky, self made mess.  And to think, it all started because of a Naughty 12 year old boy who still believed in fairies. And happened to be a Criminal mastermind. With an awesome Butler, named, Butler. Yeah.

ACTUALLY, no. I just remembered, I now know, without a single doubt, WHAT started these feels which has led to this I-must-be-drugged-I'm-so-happy day.....

This Facebook page.

You simply WON'T understand the gloriosity of this page, the sheer epicness, the amazing delight, the supercalfragilisticexpialidocous of it, unless you follow THIS girl's blog, and have kept up to date on her Novel (Which will be published in May!) called 'Monster'.  So, if you want a giddy, I'm-drugged sorta day, I suggest you get to know Mir. He is a DOLL. Any girl would love him. Come to think about it, I can't remember if there is any girl who DOESN'T....

So, anyway, thanks to Mir having a facebook page, I've been happy, and giddy, and all around good natured. You want proof? I got up at 6 AM, and didn't kill anyone. Or yell, or throw something, or eat some one's brains (I get rather Zombie-ish during early mornings).   And, for the most part, I've just sang songs, fangirled over Scar, and saved the world from, ya know, normal things. 

And then I saw it.

I have no idea why I haven't seen it before, I mean, Honestly, I've heard of it, but how could I have missed up on seeing it?!?!?  

THIS. THING. I stumbled upon the Ranger's apprentice series. By mere accident, on Pinterest.....I didn't care what it was about, or who it was about, or if it was a cheesy book, or an awesome book, this was my reaction:

"THEY HAVE CLOAKS. AND ARROWS. AND HOODS. AND CLOAKS. AND HOODS. AND OH THEY ARE GUYS IN CLOAKS AND HOODS. FORGET VAMPIRES. THEY HAVE CLOAKS AND HOODS. CLOOOOAAAKKKS AND HOOOOOODS!!!!!!"

I say, I might have a slight mental problem when I see men in Cloaks and Hoods.

ehehehehehe. ^^^^^^ It even looks like me.....^^^^^^

But, nothing says, "I am a mysterious man, with a tragic back story to boot, so love me" more then a fellow wearing a cloak and hood.
And then, I rode my pink, puffy feels cloud over to Paperbackswap.com, where I discovered that, GARBANZO! ITS FATE!,  The first book is available, and I have like,2 or 3, extra credits to spend on whatsoever I please. 

So, I'm full of pink, bubblegum feels, and I discovered if you accidentally make a slip up while typing 'pink' it comes out 'oink'.

It has been said idiots are easily entertained, and I'm trying to decide if that's a hint in my life...


The girl with feels,
The girl who plans irony (Is that irony?),
and the girl who just ordered 'Wicked'.
Ashley

Hello October

Hello, new beginnings.
Hello, change.

Hello crispy weather.

Hello darling smells.

Hello pumpkin everything.
Hello blue skies.

Hello comfy jackets.

Hello stylish leather jackets.

Hello Boots.
Hello fuzzy socks.

Hello happiness.

Hello hot chocolate.

Hello Chilly nights.
Hello open windows.

Hello Writing sprees.

Hello NaNoWriMo prep.

Hello colorful leaves.

Hello quilts.

Hello happy twirls.

Hello Owl City weather.
Hello cuddles.

Hello, October.

Wet hair Ramble

My hair is wet right now. Me, Mama, Shauna, and Kyla (and the Baby) are going to a Thiry-One party, and I can't go with my hair a mess. It would be a breach of class. Just can't do it. But anyway, because I always draw a blank on what to call ramble-y posts, I dub this one, "Wet Hair Ramble".

I just realized there is Bokah in the background of this! YAY!!! I didn't think my camera would do Bokah. Now I'm proud of my baby Camryn. :,-)

Well, here in Florida, it is Summer. And I don't know about the rest of you, but it is already H.O.T, hot. This little blogger has taken to the indoors again. Spending my days cooped up with a book, a pen and my big ol' imagination.  There might be a reason I'm Vampire white...You think?

The reason I have been MIA this last week is mainly due to being busy, and Memorial day. While my family doesn't 'do' anything spazzy for the weekend, the Internet company does. Mama paid our bill, but they left before turning our internet on, so all weekend I've been running on the 3G for my iphone. 3G is better then nothing, but I wrote dear Will Ichabod Fernando Issacson (WIFI) a endearing letter when he was returned to us Tuesday. It was a rather happy reunion for me. I dunno about him, darling Will is very quiet.

As I said, Me, Mum, and 2 of 'the' sisters are going to a Thirty-One party. Everyone else is going to another run. I think it is only a mile, though. this will be Evan's second, Zeb's first, and even Annaruth wanted to run! Daddy will be going with her, because it is a night time run, and it really isn't safe for a girl/lady of any age to run alone at night. KWIM?

Lest you think I have forgotten about the Vlog, I haven't!! It is just..postponed. Youtube isn't wanting to upload my videos, and those things honestly take a long time to record.  I haven't had time to film a Vlog that may or may not be accepted by Youtube. Do any of you have any suggestions?

My library books are all over due. Thankfully, June is Fine Free month, so, I'm pretty safe. I know...I'm so sneaky. But, I'm not willing to pay the $.70 I'd be fined in total. I'm a cheapy.  Once I return my stash, I want to borrow Les Miserables. I've heard so much about it, I can't resist finding out what it's about. I could get the book free on my e-reader, but I don't want to do that. It seems wrong to get classical books on my Kindle. Especially ones as long as Les M.

I'm eating Peanut Butter on a spoon. *horrific gasps from crowd*. I can hear Time magazine already, "ASHLEY IS EATING PEANUT BUTTER!!". Yes, ok, so, it might be a little shocking that the peanut hater is actually eating the stuff of her own free will. But, I was craving it for some odd reason. I'm not craving boiled peanuts, though. So don't wave those under my nose. I might get sick. I've hated Peanut Butter since I was like...10. And I can't remember the last time I've eaten it from a spoon. 2 years ago I had a PB&J sandwhich, and hated it. And thats probably been the last time Peanuts have been eaten in butter form unless they are in cookies.
Ground breaking, I know. I'm eating Peanut Butter.

More Bokah!! Oh Camryn, you are making me so proud!!

I have been thinking about merging Writerly and Cheery-O together. What are you guys thoughts on this? Do you think if would make my blog confusing? Or more clear?

This weekend we were Bunnysitting for the Daycare next door. Their pet rabbit got out, and was running around (being terrified of our dogs on the other side of the fence) the playground area. I caught him (I was pretty proud of myself. I've never even caught a chicken) and then we called the owner, who we happen to know pretty well. The Rabbit had chewed his way out of the chicken wire in his cage, and hopped out. She asked us to watch over Mr. Bunny until she could come and repair the cage. In the meanwhile, our little girls got attatched to the thing. They put our little Dog harness on him, and walked him around the house. They fed him, played with him, and I feel a rabbit may be in our future.

Well, thats been pretty much the whole happenings around here. Pretty quiet, all in all.

Keep calm and Spock on,

::Just a Wee Phantom Ramble::

Life's been itself here lately. Nothing to huge, nothing to dramatic. Just itself. I'm currently listing two new items at my Etsy Shop, and Listening to 'Phantom of the Opera'. I must tell you, I have been captured by Erik yet again. It happens about once a month. I'll be going my little, own way, and I'll see a POTO pic, or hear a song....and I'm rehooked. For 2 weeks, I'll not be able to think of anything else. Erik will dwell in my dreams, and It's all I can do to not break out singing "You'll give your love to me, for Love is blind".

And the trigger point this time, was ^that^. Ohmigoshbubbles. Let me repeat that, Ohmigoshbubbles. All I can sing sing is "Look with your Heart" and "The Beauty Underneath". The story is sad, ubber ubber sad. I mean, REALLY REALLY sad. I do like, however, Raoul's portayal. Drunk, pitiful, annoying, Worthless Raoul? Bless you ALW. Bless You.{Getting off topic} Hearing the song "All I Ask of You" when Raoul and Christine are singing it brings tears to me eyes. But, as Christine says, "Tears of Hate". And then when Erik sings it to Christine, What does the brat do? Rips his mask off, and reveals him to the whole Opera. More Tears of hate.  {Back to LND}. 

The Fact that Erik and Christine have a son is a bit, OK, more then a bit, disturbing. First off, its pretty much impossible. and Second off, its pretty immoral. It DID provide a nice little plot twist. I somehow knew it the whole time, though. Somehow. I just don't know how.  People may slur Love Never Dies as they wish though, they can call it cheap and cheesy. They can call it boring, I still like it. It will never be the same as the original, but it is still pretty good.

At the end of the school year, our homeschool group does this little performance/speech/thingamajig
 that we grandly call 'The End of the Year Party'. We are SO ingenious.  Anyway, Me and Evan have decided what we will do next year. He shall play 'Think of Me' on the piano, and I shall debut in my Broadway career, and sing it! And I'm gonna try to get my hair and a dress as alike to Christine's as a I can. naturally, I'll want mine to be a little more modest, but I'll still face the small 20-30 person crowd, and pretend I'm singing in the Paris Opera house, as I someday wish to do.



Ok. Probably boring all you non Phans out there.

Sorry.

I'm such Phangirl, so, you must just put up with me.

Tootles, and may the Music of the Night never be done,

Mon absence de photos

(Translated, means, "My Absence in Pictures")

You are all wondering if I was eaten by Zombies right after doing my Spirng Blog Party Post, since I have just poofed away. But I assure you, I have been busy Active and Alive!  Instead of relaying my movements word by word, care for such pictures?

 Today we realized that our library books were due today. We rushed ourselfs to the magnificent palace (also know as a library to some), and hastily returned our treasures to the grande Queens of the palace, (AKA, Librarians).  Up above, you shall see the 7 jewels I was blessed with, but hark! In a months time, I must return them, or...*que thunder claps and dramatic music*...the curse of a $.10 fine shall be issued upon mine head!  Oh, I think it needs pointing out..See I borrowed my first Scott Westerfeild novel (Ellyn?) and I FINALLY got Poalini's Eldest.  Very much excited for that, though I shall very much miss Durza...very much.

 While my absence, I reaggaranged my room to make space for this larger bookshelf. The one I had was close to half the size, and I don't think I could fit another book in it if I WANTED to. I had books stacked on books. And now, I've got everything arranged sweetly and with room to spare.

 Ok, my Potterheads....Do you see what I saw? No? Yes? For those who said no (shame on you, first off, because I'm not a potter fan, and still saw it) think Hufflepuff....

We had to go Thrift shopping due to me being invited to a 1980s themed birthday party this Saturday.  I had NOTHING remotely close to an 80s fashion, (and frankly, I don't particularly like the styles).  Thankfully, I managed to find something I didn't completely hate. However, no picture for you until Saturday. SUCKA!

 My Brother Evan modeling our Dad's Army graduation Uniform. My Dad was in the army when I was a baby, but pulled out when he realized how much time it took from us. He missed my 2nd birthday because of being in Boot Camp. Evan fit the uniform almost perfectly.

 We went Geochaching! Ohmygoshbubbles...it is so much fun. For those of you that are unfamiliar with the activity, HERE is the offical website. This was the last chache we found for the day. It was super easy, just basicallly laying out in the open, so, we..uh..hid it better. Much better.

 While Geochaching, we biked. Nice, fun, healthy family fun.  Poor Little Miss Shiloh didn't last the whole while.

 The first Geochache. Evan found it, and sorry for the quality, but it was getting dark, and we were being dive bombed by mosquitoes.

 Does 'No Trespassing' aply for Geocachers?

 My first Geochache! I found this one, and I must say, I did it with pride. It was almost completely buried in leafs and all you could see was a tiny peek of M&M green. I got to sign it. It was mine, after all.

 Riding the trail.

 As normal, FL weather has decided to just skip Spring. Welcome (or, in my case, un-welcome) summer.

I'm entering this picture in Grace Anna and Rebecca's Photo Challenge, BTW.

Another picture from our thrifting.  I saw this, and loved it. As I've been told, I'm one of the few people that can insult you sweetly.  I didn't get it, as it didn't fit well, and the fabric wasn't that comfy. But I had to snap a picture.

I have had a lot of fun times this weekend with my family.
Love them.

I'm currently reading this book, and I LOVE it. Love. LOVE. Love. Incredible. H.G Wells is now one of my most favoritest authors. Ever.

And the grand finale! I had my first custom item! Actually, if you have been actively checking my shop, this is actually the daughter's love locket. I had someone ask me to convert it into a keychain, since her mom didn't wear jewelry, and she wanted to give it as a Mother's day gift. Easily done, and now I've sold it! Soon, Daughter's Love will be headed on its way to Singapore! 

So, see now, I have had a good reason to be absent.

REMINDER:
Make sure you check out (and hopefully enter!) Grace Anna and my Giveaway and Blog Party Link up! Also, I'm sponsoring a giveaway over at Little Droplets of God's Grace in honor of Emily reaching 20 followers. Why not give her a look as well? Em really does has a sweet blog.

Signed with Scissored hands,
(I'm in a Burton and Elfman mood right now)