Pour Some Glitter on Me

I've been hit with a bit of a gnarly cold. Of course, it figures that when I went to the medicine cabinet in search of medicine, I found: deodorant, perfume, hairspray, wire cutters, needle nosed pliers, some eye cream, white acrylic paint, 4 paintbrushes and 2 tubes of glitter. Of course.

I then went digging in my purse, where I found a lonely blue pill that I thought might be some sort of decongestant, but may also have been someone slipping a roofie into my purse....I guess we'll find out in about 20 minutes.

The lesson to be learned here is: Be prepared - a cold can strike at any time. Those who don't prepare will most likely end up roofie-ing themselves, and waking up with glitter pouring from their nostrils...eyeballs probably, too. Maybe with white paint in their ears. I'm not sure why the white paint would show up, but glitter can very easily be mistaken for Nyquil.


Whatever - I don't feel well. I do what I want. Also, this is kind of a lame blog post so to make up for it, here's this picture of 80's super group Def Leppard in short shorts:




I know what you're thinking...I have that exact same outfit in my closet, too. It's pretty embarassing when I show up at the same party as Def Leppard and we're all wearing the same outfit. Thankfully it's only happened a couple of times - I think they've learned their lesson.

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I'm still a scientist, right?

Instead of a biologist, I'll just be a craftologist for a while. Of course, this means that I will still get my lab coat which is FANTASTIC!
I have been a jewelry creating fool. Alas, I'm not putting anything up for sale quite yet. I'd like to have a little bit more done before I start up the store. Soon...very soon. Until then, a few pictures of what I've been working on:

Sorry about the picture quality but they're only meant as teasers:)

Also...does the show "Cold Case" make anyone else weep like a baby? Those last 2 or 3 minutes, when there's closure and flashes of vindicated ghosts...there's me, bawling my fool head off. And wouldn't it figure that it's always on at 3 in the morning, right about the time when James comes home from work...so on a regular basis he comes home to find me in near hysterics over a television show. All I really need now is a box of bon-bons and to start talking about watching "my stories."

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