Today is about advice not a product. Have you ever gone to a new hairdresser to get your hair dyed and come out with the scariest thing you’ve ever seen? Well, I did. My regular hairdresser moved away and I had to find someone new. Never a fun thing to do. I’m very weird with my hair. I like to do funky things with it, so I need someone that’s not afraid of color. I usually have long black hair with colored highlights. This time I just wanted to redo what I had last time which was platinum highlights. I was in a hurry on Tuesday and thought I’d try one of the cheap chains (Fantastic Sams). MISTAKE! The guy could easily see what my hair should look like, he just needed to touch up the roots and freshen up the color. Easy, right? I came out with orange hair and three different shades of blond highlights! It was horrible, to say the least. I would post a picture, but even I don’t want to scare anyone that bad. I then got a recommendation from a friend and went to a professional salon to get it fixed today. It took three hours, but it now looks gorgeous again. You get what you pay for. Lesson learned. If I can get a decent picture of my fixed hair I will add it later.
Well, Christmas is officially over so I thought I’d leave it with one last image. I saw this picture quite a while ago and never got around to using it. It made me crack up when I saw it, so here it is for you as well. Can you imagine these guys showing up at your door to sing Christmas carols? I needed a little laugh today anyway. I was told by the vet today that one of my cats, Agatha, is dying from kidney failure. So forgive me if my posts lack a little something this week, but I’ll do my best
came across this wonderfully creepy doll artist, photographer and storyteller the other day and had to share her with you. Her name is Christy Kane and you can see all of her amazing creepy dolls and read their stories on her
website. Ms. Kane has a great sense of humor and writes these amazing little stories about each of her creations. She also wrote a book that tells the story of her dolls called
Tales of the Sisters Kane. She even produced a short film on one of her dolls called Callalilly which can be seen below. Do yourself a favor a check out this eerily peaceful little film. Scary daughter found it to be pretty scary. Each of her creations are original and one-of-a-kind and can be purchased at
etsy.com. She also sells t-shirts and jewelry featuring photographs of her dolls. If you have an odd way of looking at life the way I do you
will fall in love with the talent of this woman like I did.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse;
The mouse came from a medical research lab test,
But didn’t completely die like the rest;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While nightmares of spiders danced in their heads;
And mamma in the kitchen had spotted the mouse,
Whacked it with a hammer and got blood in her mouth;
Inside her body there arose such a clatter,
As the virus mutated to make her mad as a hatter.
Away out the door she flew like a flash,
Ran down the street moaning, covered in a rash.
The moon shone on her as she ran down the lane
Seeking to quench her new hunger for brains.
When, what to her rotting eyes should appear,
But a group of carolers singing with cheer.
Their cheers turned to screams as she bit at their heads,
Soon the whole group was lying there dead.
But that didn’t last long as they rose to their feet,
They now also wanted some brains they could eat.
From door to door and throughout the night,
Zombies ruled the town and everything in sight.
The army was called in with big guns and tanks,
They surrounded the town and protected their flanks.
But a little old lady, now undead and quick,
Bit the arm of a soldier, and made him get sick.
The soldier was taken to HQ to be checked,
And soon the army base was totally wrecked.
The army, the guard, and the mighty marines,
All failed to stop the bloodthirsty fiends.
I wanted to run, and was turning around,
Then down from the sky St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in kevlar, from his left to his right,
He knew how to protect himself from zombies that bite;
A bundle of weapons he had flung on his back,
And he looked like an action hero ready to attack.
His eyes — how they twinkled as he fired his guns,
His cheeks were like roses, his aim second to none!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the blood of the zombies covered the snow;
The pins of grenades he pulled with his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
And his axe cut through zombies like jelly.
He cut off their heads, to kill them for good,
Saving the world as only few could;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but finished his work,
And burned all the bodies; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up from the rubble he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Those damn zombies really ruined my night.”
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