Okay...I have a confession to make.
I am an addict.
Hardcore. I'd give it all up for my drug of choice.
I am addicted to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.
Seriously, my fandom leaves track marks.
What is this dangerous substance that threatens to put me in the poorhouse and straight into divorce court you may ask.
It's perfume....
But not just any perfume. It's the bomb-diggity. 100% pure natural perfume oil blends, no synthetics, animal-friendly.
It is long lasting - and very potent stuff. No commercial alcholic laden crap here.
I know...I don't look like a goth-girl. But, trust me...there's something here for everyone. So, scent-whores unite! And visit Black Phoenix today.
Beth will make you her slave.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
What Are They Called Again?
Sugar Gliders.
That's how I answer that question. I get it practically any time anyone asks about my pets. Usually, I end up repeating myself ("They are called S-U-G-A-R gliders!") and going into a spiel about what they are, where they are from, what they eat, blah, blah, blah.
So, here's my Sugar Glider Centerfold of the Day:
This is Cosmo modeling on the backdrop of my hubby's bright orange shirt. In February, Cos went to live with new parents in NC along with his girl Mena and their twins, Orion and Icarus.
I currently have 5 gliders:
Bael - my fat fluffy boy. Beautiful, he is my sweetest and oldest glider. His brother, Bandit, recently passed away.
Contessa - mama girl. She's a bit sad since her mate died. Tessa has always had a minor attitude problem. She was a rescue and although things got much better, you just can't push this girl into liking you.
Blue - Mr. MellowMushroom - He's very laid-back, and just goes with the flow. Ain't no sweat off his back...
Neuro - the little Houdini escape artist. If there is an tiny crack or crevice, he can find his way out of anything. I can't tell you how many times I've woken up to him scurrying around in my room after Meko, our Maltese, has alerted me to his presence.
Willow - little baby girl - Like her mom, she can take it or leave it. She prefers the company of other gliders to humans. No biting, but she can definitely jump and run away if she doesn't want to play.
Gliders are not the kind of pet for everyone. They take lots of care and time. And...they aren't the cheapest pets to own either. Fresh food, frozen veggies, chicken, meal worms, crickets, vitamins, calcium - it all adds up.
But, it is oh so worth it to see those big eyes and fluffy tails.
That's how I answer that question. I get it practically any time anyone asks about my pets. Usually, I end up repeating myself ("They are called S-U-G-A-R gliders!") and going into a spiel about what they are, where they are from, what they eat, blah, blah, blah.
So, here's my Sugar Glider Centerfold of the Day:
This is Cosmo modeling on the backdrop of my hubby's bright orange shirt. In February, Cos went to live with new parents in NC along with his girl Mena and their twins, Orion and Icarus.
I currently have 5 gliders:
Bael - my fat fluffy boy. Beautiful, he is my sweetest and oldest glider. His brother, Bandit, recently passed away.
Contessa - mama girl. She's a bit sad since her mate died. Tessa has always had a minor attitude problem. She was a rescue and although things got much better, you just can't push this girl into liking you.
Blue - Mr. MellowMushroom - He's very laid-back, and just goes with the flow. Ain't no sweat off his back...
Neuro - the little Houdini escape artist. If there is an tiny crack or crevice, he can find his way out of anything. I can't tell you how many times I've woken up to him scurrying around in my room after Meko, our Maltese, has alerted me to his presence.
Willow - little baby girl - Like her mom, she can take it or leave it. She prefers the company of other gliders to humans. No biting, but she can definitely jump and run away if she doesn't want to play.
Gliders are not the kind of pet for everyone. They take lots of care and time. And...they aren't the cheapest pets to own either. Fresh food, frozen veggies, chicken, meal worms, crickets, vitamins, calcium - it all adds up.
But, it is oh so worth it to see those big eyes and fluffy tails.
Some People Will Read Anything...
I am rather amused at the moment
I haven't stopped by the blog in quite a while. Yet, I just noticed that some of my posts have comments. Actual comments from what I can only assume are actual people. I find this interesting.
I assumed that noone would ever stop by to read these ramblings.
That's probably mainly due to my tragically low self-esteem and the fact that I believe that noone really cares. Yes, I know that it's public and in fact anyone can read it - but I never anticipated that anyone really would.
So...thanks to my readers. Whether one or many...maybe this will inspire me to at least write more than a couple times a year.
I haven't stopped by the blog in quite a while. Yet, I just noticed that some of my posts have comments. Actual comments from what I can only assume are actual people. I find this interesting.
I assumed that noone would ever stop by to read these ramblings.
That's probably mainly due to my tragically low self-esteem and the fact that I believe that noone really cares. Yes, I know that it's public and in fact anyone can read it - but I never anticipated that anyone really would.
So...thanks to my readers. Whether one or many...maybe this will inspire me to at least write more than a couple times a year.
Friday, July 29, 2005
Forbidden Fruits
"Snow White ate the poisoned apple, Eve ate the 'forbidden fruit', pick your fairytale"~Bill Maher
History always makes women out to be either bad or stupid. It's bothersome really. I'm not saying that there aren't stupid sluts and tarty tramps out there. I just have trouble believing that all the bad shit in this world is the result of some wench munching on an "apple".
History always makes women out to be either bad or stupid. It's bothersome really. I'm not saying that there aren't stupid sluts and tarty tramps out there. I just have trouble believing that all the bad shit in this world is the result of some wench munching on an "apple".
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