Boy Love? Nooo!!!! Kaylus and Marius

In an alternate universe...

Making Reese's Hat

I like hats and I was browsing around the internet for tutorials on how to make a hat and I came across this wonderful Hat Tutorial by Jessica DeBuck and I decided to try my hand at making a simple one for Reese using some things I had around the house (like ribbons and flowers for scrapbooking).  This is what my set-up looked like:

The above was my original set-up when I first started working on the hat.  I had to change workspaces as I had to set it aside for a bit and wasn't able to work on it for a few days.  Anyway, disregard the tablet, I used it mainly so I could watch some anime while making the hat. I also used it to go back to Jessica's tutorial so I knew if I was doing it right :D

I won't post pictures of all that I did, you can go see her tutorial for that. I'm just posting what mine looks like after I finished sewing it all together, which is like this:

Turning it inside out, it looked like this:

I added some ribbon using the hot glue gun:

And put a little button to hide the join at the back:

Taking some feathers and a ribbon flower embellishment, I glued the feathers to the flower:

Then I glued that on to the hat like so:

And, Viola! Reese has a new hat.

Here are the others that I made using the same pattern:

I could never have made these lovely hats if not for Jessica DeBuck's Awesome Tutorial. I hope you also get to try your hand at making your own hats for your dolliehs.  Next time, I hope I can come up with my own tutorial for making BJD-sized fascinators and other head gear.

Resin Love: My DD Creates a Magazine Cover

There are many girls in my House and quite a few of them are interested in photography.  My DD Airy (Eri) is one of them.  She managed to get two of my boys to pose for some sexy Valentine's photos, although she did have a bit of a hard time time with my Crobidoll Kyul, Tomoe.  Kaylus though was more than willing to take his shirt off in the name of "art" (he did not take much convincing. LOL).  Here is an excerpt of their conversation...

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Eri:  Kaylus, would you like to be featured in a magazine?

Kaylus: Hmmm... dunno.  I'm busy helping Mari pack for her trip.

Eri:  I'll make sure you get a print and frame it so you can send it with Mari... *mischievious grin*

Kaylus: Sold!

Eri: Er... It will be a sexy shoot though... you might have to take your shirt off...

Kaylus: I can choose which one to print?

Eri: Uhuh.

Kaylus: Just let me know when, and remember, I get to choose the print!

Eri: Yes! One down, one to go.... *off she goes to find Tomoe*
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Now Tomoe was another matter entirely.  It took Eri the better part of a day to convince him and she was only able to do so by stalking him all day.  I think he did it just to get her off his back.

Here are the results.  Of course the whole thing is a work of fiction and the voting link is non-existent.

On A Sad Note

I promised to blog more but the past weeks have been stressful and hectic for me so I never did get to blog or do anything much.  You could say I am still healing/recovering from the loss of my baby brother. We had to pack up the whole family and fly thousands of miles to attend his funeral. I just couldn't believe he was gone until I had actually seen it with my own eyes.  Needless to say, I bawled and didn't sleep for days when my family told me.  I just had to get home and thank the LORD my leave got approved and the bank extended my line of credit because Hubby and my kidlet had to come with me.  I don't think I could have managed on the plane by myself. Not that there would have been any histrionics but that it was just something I couldn't face by myself.

I really thought I would have a breakdown when I saw his body.  I didn't.  I never cried during the wake, it was only when they were burying him that I cried again.  Maybe I was too jet-lagged or I was cried out and exhausted but I just stood in front of his coffin and said goodbye. He looked pretty good as he lay there in uniform.  Oh, I forgot to mention that he was cop and he died on duty. In some ways, him being a cop made it easier in a sense since we knew that danger was a part of his job.  Some people would say we should find some justice and be clamoring for the blood of the criminals who shot him, but you know what, all of us in my family agree that that would be pointless.  We've forgiven the drug addled criminals who shot and killed him.  We believe that for what they did, well, that's between them and GOD.  I, for one, don't have the energy to waste on hating them for what happened.  For one, it won't bring my brother back and secondly, my brother won't really like it.  He was prepared for it in a way. Like he told his partner a few hours before they got shot, "We're cops, we should always be ready to put our life on the line to do our work."  Not very dramatic but it was like he knew.

I miss him. We all do.  The kid who would always make a racket every morning, knocking on my bedroom door to tell me my favorite cartoon was on.  The kid who loved to watch TV with me and tell me about episodes I missed. I could go on and on... What can else can I say?  He'll always be my baby bro and our hero.

So yeah, that's why I haven't really blogged.


Goodbye, Baby.
I shall see you no more.
I shall hear you no longer.
I shall hug you no more...
Goodbye.
I will forever mourn your loss.

Resolutions

Me: *blink. blink* Where did the time go?

Okay, so its been a while.  A long while.  Since I posted anything here. Or did anything. ;P  A lot of things have happened and recently something happened that made me suddenly realize that life is too short to not do the things that makes one happy, like blogging.  I want to write more things.  Do more things.  See where it takes me.  So I resolved to remedy that.  Like right now. I can't just sit idly by and let time pass me by.  So I will blog.  And read. And paint. And sew. And cook. And bake. And play. And love. And hug. And pray. And live.  Life is too short.  Of course I realize I can't do everything at once nor do I have time to do everything at once, unless I find some way to clone myself.  So if I'm not blogging everyday, you can bet I'm doing something else on my list.  But I will blog.  More often.  I will.

~End of Captain's log.  Stardate 27-12-12. Hohoho.

Here's a picture, I recently took.  I hope to add more.

House of Nyan: Handcuffs Anyone?

A continuation of the misadventures of the residents in the House of Nyan...

In a previous story, we clarified the misunderstanding about the somewhat dubious conversation between Millie and Yuuto. It turns out the two innocents were simply having a discussion on their act for the school talent show. We now move on to find what happened to the much maligned handcuffs in the first story...

Unrelated Madness

THIS!!!

This leads to --->

This to --->

Now this is something totally unrelated to my fandom of choice. I won't talk about dolls and figures but about something I don't often blog about - 'Real Life'. Will this be a violation of some sort of work related code of ethics? I don't know. All I know is that I won't mention names so hopefully that protects me from HIPA.

In short, I am going to VENT about WORK.

I do love my job. Most days, its the only type of thing that actually gets me to interact with other people face to face. In fact, more often than not, my job is so in-your-face that its no wonder I enjoy the five days off that I am not there. To say that I get sick of people would be an understatement, especially lately. Mind you, I'm not perfect so its not like I'm trying to behave like I'm superior to the majority of people especially since I just really hate people who think they're better than anyone else. Unfortunately, there have been a lot of them lately in my life.

Last night one of my colleagues got yelled at by a client's mother - for not getting her able bodied 20 something year old, who-can-go-down-for-a-smoke-and-canoodle-in-the-shower-with-her-boyfriend-daughter, a jug of water. Screamed at, finger to the face, emotionally abused just because she kindly told them where the water dispenser was while she attended another client who actually needed assistance. WTF? Yeah, I swore. I've been doing that lately, I noticed. It was just 20 steps to the dispenser. And the boyfriend was there. If she could go for a smoke on her own two feet, could she not go take those 20 steps? Or ask BF to do it? Thank goodness I wasn't in charge for that night or I would have lost it on the mom. That or I would have called security to body slam her ass to the floor for talking to me that way and disrupting the peace. Our Charge was diplomatic enough to smile through the abuse. I would have turned my back on her, waited for her to touch me so I can slam her with Assault (or would that be Battery?) or worse.

Anyway, going back to the issue at had. I find it laughable that some people think that once they go in the hospital that Nurses should bow to their every whim. "You are a Nurse and you are paid to do whatever your patient asks you to! If she tells you to get her water, you get her water!!!". Ignoramus. And she ranted on about how she was going to the client rep. Just because her daughter was asked to wait and told where the water dispenser was. Seriously?!  I'm sure she'll probably go on FB and write a rant about how rude the nurses were on the unit, like some people have done in the past.  And because we can't say anything to our defense without being disciplined for it because its a violation of patient privacy, we can't even say anything.  Then some other idiot picks ups the story, shares it with ten million others and we get slammed for it. And people wonder why we get crotchety at a young age.  Facebook killed us.

I want a scrub top that says "I am your Nurse, not your Maid" on it. This is a Top that would be specially dedicated to people who lose all function from the neck down once they get admitted in hospital, those who can't suddenly wipe their own bottoms, get their own water, when they can go down for smokes, raid the pantry and inhale all the ice cream in the patient fridge. Or maybe I can have something that says, "Suck it up Buttercup (your pain). I do. (your idiocy)" for those who start moaning and groaning in pain as soon as they hear the Nurse's footsteps, or they have family over when I just heard them not 5 minutes ago talking animatedly on the phone. Its like, "Gotta go, the Nurse is here. Click. Ohhh, ahhh, arghhh, moan, it... hurts... can I have some morphine? no, I'm in too much pain to walk..." 

Ack!  The HUMANITY!!!!

What the heck people?!   Grow up and get your heads out of your behinds.  I've seen more deaths, shared more pain, tears, grief, anger, despondency, fear, and yes, joy than most people have had in their lifetime.  I've gone through more shoes than the average Joe, lifted more weights than a weightlifter, wiped more shit, pee and vomit than a janitor, run more miles than a marathon runner, inserted more IVs than your average junky, seen more 'junk' than a porn star, carried out more orders than a waiter, wrote more words than a novelist, taken care of more people than a grandmother, held more hands than a politician on top of living my own life and taking care of my own family including providing for my parents who are no longer able to work because of their age... is it too much to ask for a little patience on your part?  Because its not always easy hanging on to mine. Sometimes I just want to scream this at people who think that their needs are more important that the sweet little 95 year old who is struggling to breathe who I'm trying to draw a neb on, or the young woman who is bleeding heavily because she just suffered her nth miscarriage after trying for so long that I'm trying to assist back to bed.  And I'm not just talking about patients.  Half the time its their families too.  If I'm running around and can't answer your call light in 5 mins, don't exaggerate and yell and say that its been hours.  Its probably because I was busy with someone else, its not because I'm ignoring you.  If one of us directs you to where the water dispenser is instead of getting your water for you, its probably because we didn't want to remind you that you have not lost function to your legs and are not paralyzed from the neck down (as evidenced by the fact that you just came back from a smoke not ten minutes ago - walking not in a wheelchair).

I realize what I just said probably doesn't make any sense.  In fact, I'm sure this whole thing doesn't really make any sense.  But then again, most rants don't anyway.  I'm just venting because the alternative would be worse. There.

Now I will go enjoy my days off.