The Ninja Chick's Lair

Firestarter

...too bad though, I'm no Drew Barrymore and I can't start fires with my mind. Although, in giving that a good hard thought, it'd probably be a lot safer if I could.

So, over the weekend the family and I celebrated my cousin's birthday and they took us to this swank little tool store in the next city over. A tool store that had some pretty sweet deals. It's one of those places where you do a lot of 'oooohing' and 'aaaaaahing' because the price alone will do that, but one if you wander the store long enough with said item in hand - you can talk yourself out of (maybe).

J and I had a lot of stuff we walked around the store with and the bulk of it we did put back. We try really hard to nix impulse buys because it can easily turn into a: Where'd all our money go? Scenario, which is not fun. However, the pencil torch made it out of the store.

It's small. It's compact. It's re-usable. And I'm sure J and I can use it for 1001 purposes it was never intended to be used for (let's hope we only attempt 5 off that list). What I charmingly said with a smile and a batting of lashes was: Oh, I can make Crème brûlée now, see.

Yeah...sure I can, but will I at home? Probably not.

It's not that it won't be used, because I'm sure it will, but not for any of the aforementioned kitchen appointments we had laid out for it. Though, we may surprise ourselves. What we're hoping DOESN'T happen is that I wind up setting something I shouldn't on fire. I have a penchant for using flames in projects and past entanglements have been near misses. 

I will say I come by it naturally. My Dad had a not too distant experience with his outdoor grill. The proof is in his eyebrows - the parts of them that still haven't grown back well (if at all). Here's hoping that once we take it out of the package and begin to use it...that all of our eyebrows stay intact...among other things.

So here's to safety with fire...after all Smokey says only you can prevent forest fires...or fires in general. Ya get my drift, right?

- Sinjin Muse

[The above photo is part of the Self-portrait Project 365: #1]

5 Things

This note is part of the story project: iheart

Survey says...

...yes, my name is Angela!

It's been awhile since it's been correct, but yesterday morning at breakfast - TADA! Bonus is the fact that they didn't even ask me how it was spelled.

/impressed

Author's Note: This is a follow-up post to: Hello my name is...

What's your story?

How much?

While meandering through the Valentines Day aisle in Walmart, J and I witnessed (what we hope is) a pricing mistake. We really hope these NASCAR chocolates aren't $65 a box. 

Here's hoping that life isn't like a box of chocolates, because at this price - I can't afford to have one. ;)

- A-Mused

#1 - The Kitten Hannibal, A Renaissance Man, and My 4 Ever Friend

It was dislike at first read. We met in a weathered castle in January, which was just about to tiptoe into the month of love. You were eating kittens in a corner of the room. You and I really got off on the wrong foot. In fact, you threatened to eat my own cat, to which I promptly told you that you’d find he’d be a reanimating meal. That is of course if you could do it before I removed your head from your body. I can’t recall my exact threat at the time, but it was no doubt gruesome, long-winded, terribly punctuated, and cruel. I was a Mean Girl back then too.

When next we’d meet it’d be February and you no longer ate kittens. You traded your filthy whiskered habit into a sharp dressed, mood-ring eyed, rose-giving Renaissance man. The change one so dramatic that not even I noted your clever disguise, I’m not sure the others in the castle keep did either. You gave me a rose, like many of the men often did, but offered something they didn’t, intelligent conversation. A conversation not intent on a female character’s heaving bosom. Heaving bosoms aside, you were kind of charming and fun to write with.

Like numerous characters I’d met before, you disappeared. We both kept different schedules and at times, still do even now. However, amazingly, you found a minion who delivered me an invitation, an invitation to meet again at a certain place on a certain time. It was not an easy task, but one met. We met again on a Tuesday in February and you took me to dinner. We had pasta. I’m not sure what vampires eat pastas, but apparently ours did.

It was a nice dinner, an amazing one and one that would later lead to an amazing friendship. You and I have been friends since I was 14. The characters I just spoke of had one of the last truly large IRC weddings, before V:TM took hold and changed what was written in those channels forever.  Not only are you an amazing friend, but you’ve become family. I love you and my family loves you.

Thank you for championing my hopes and my dreams and for being that person I can (and have) called at ungodly hours of the morning for a sanity check. You’ve seen me at my best and still loved me when I was at my worst. There’s a million things to like/love about you, Len…one thing I know I’m grateful for and like immensely is that you don’t (nor ever have) eaten a kitten. Izzy, Roz, Sylvester, Milo, Chessa, DaVinci, Umei, and the other cats that hang out here (both past and present) are happy about that too. =^_^=

Ducky + Sparkles = 4 Ever Friends

(From the 30 Day Challenge - The person you like and why you like them)

Strike a pose

"Hey, check this out...ready? No, okay, I'll wait."

"Shot lined up? Ready? Do you know what pose this is?"

"What was that? No...it's my thoughtful pose. See, I'm thoughtful, don't you think?"

"Hey...where you going?"

"No...come back, I can do other poses too."

- Sylvester

Pie Fail...

Challenged?

While I suffer from all sorts of challenges - a great many of them being in my head alone, I've decided to humor this list. I found it on my creative partner in crimes Tumblr site and figured: Why not? Although, I didn't actually go over the entire list when I first saw it. However, there's nothing contractually binding that I do them all or can't make my own substitutions...some of these things don't apply or would be fearfully short. 

Short like one sentence short. 

However, I supposed I could make up something. Do something fictional, not for me per say, but for creative writing things. Hmmm, yes, maybe that's what I shall do. For things where I can't come up with anything for myself to write...maybe I can substitute it for a character blog entry.

See, I knew 2011 was going to be full of creative notions, here's another to add to the barbie. <--- not the doll kind either. 

 

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