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I’ve not damaged a dragon yet, but a Muse decided to fall off a bookshelf when I clocked it walking past (it HURT too). The poor soul lost one of his feet. I was able to fix it myself, but man I was annoyed!
I’m not a dog person. I don’t have the time to pour the discipline and patience that you need to give a puppy or younger dog.
Cats, on the other hand, I dearly love. My mum let me get my first cat for my 14th birthday. I was adopted by a year-old ginger beastie. She had been abused, and was terrified of bottles for a year or so. And she was the sweetest, most loving, demanding, loud, cantakerous affectionate little rascal after she’d been with us six months.
She never grew properly, presumably due to the abuse. Our vet suspected malnourishment as a kitten or growing cat, as her legs were always a bit shorter than they should have been.
Sadly, she had an accident (a slight tendency to run up to cars to say hello will do that) and I lost her, but I know she had five gloriously happy years with me.
I’ll only adopt adult cats, from rescues. Kittens are easy to home, adult cats, not as much.
Friends of mine used to have a huge German Shepherd cross. He was a lovely, lovely dog, although he had about as much brains as the average chicken. Unfortunately, due to some inconsistent training, he thought the hierarchy went Dad, Sons, Dog, Mum, Daughters. When I was playfighting with my boyfriend-at-the-time, Goofy’d weigh in on his side. Which is hilarious until you get licked in the face!
He eventually re-arranged his personal hierarchy, to accept me as his superior. After he growled at me and refused to follow me while I was taking him for a walk once, he discovered that I may have been polite – but I would NOT take that behaviour from him.
*chuckles* I fail at jargon, apparently. The existing sold-out keepers are the ones I’m referring to. Ah well, guess I’ll just have to be Patient..
Yep, there’s a thread here. I’m waiting for PYO Secret Keepers before I buy any more!
(Speaking of which, how far away are they? Does anyone know?)
I’m utterly and completely talentless at paper drawing. No, really, I can’t even draw stick figures right.
But I loved my first PYO, completely screwed up a few things, but learned heaps – and I’m completely happy with him, and he’s on display (ie, he’s good enough that I’ll keep him in my living room!).
And now I’m hooked.
(I use the Folk Art acrylics, mostly the metallics, too.)
*grin* My mum keeps encouraging me to elope. For all sorts of reasons, it would be less complicated than arranging a wedding!
But I have no siblings, so I’m lucky like that.
*hug*
*chuckles* I don’t think I’ll be selling any – I’m from New Zealand, and the shipping costs might be a wee bit prohibitive.
MY fizzkit!
(I’m to blame, at least partly, for the fizzkit. I bought a Loonakit from SPark for myself for Christmas. My other half saw it, *blinkblinked* a bit, then yelled FIZZGIG! at it. And then I HAD to beg her to make a proper fizzkit with a mouf. *grin* He loves it!)*delurks*
I’ve been hanging around a wee while, and recently decided to delurk. Pardon the photos – I’m not a great photographer, and the light wasn’t brilliant either.
Dragons! The black base dragon (click for details) was my first. I had heaps of fun painting him, and realising just how much I had to learn! And by then I was hooked. (I also learned that metallic paints cover a multitude of sins. We like metallic paints.)
The green and gold is my most recent dragon. I started experimenting with shading. I’d intended a blue dragon, with a few green highlights… and then somehow this happened instead. Not quite sure how! But I’m pleased with her. I couldn’t find a jewel I liked for the tail curl, so I did this instead:
Even managed to balance it on the curl without glue or blutack. NO idea how I pulled that one off!
And then muses!
The chap in the middle was my first. He introduced me to feathers, which I do believe I detest painting, but oh he was so much fun. The three of them live side-by-side – they share a chain passing through sleepers hung through their nose rings, and hold little trinkets and photos for me. I love them!
(Click for details: Blue/green muse
Copper/crimson muse
Lavender/green muse)
(edit: I fail at links. Fixed for muse links!)Kyrin wrote:Aaron was fun though, he worked at night and slept during the day, so when the Jehovah’s came calling he was pretty cranky, and usually slept nude. So when he saw who it was at his door, he yanked it open, still nude, and yelled, “What do you want?!” They hustled out of there but quick and never came back!
My other half was mid-butchering a (bled, gutted) pig for a barbecue once. Some religion or other knocked on the door – he opened it, covered in blood, holding a Large Knife, and invited them to come join the sacrifice. They left in a hurry.
Pizza and pasta!
We pretty much live on pasta anyway. it’s easy to cook, and it can be stodgy (lasagna and such) or light (salads!) depending on the weather and such.
I love pasta!
I don’t remember how my school addressed the topic. I do know why I don’t remember though – my mother had (my father passed away when I was little) made VERY sure I understood the biological facts. She’d taught me like it was just another lesson – colours of the rainbow, planets, body parts – and like being shoved or hit or otherwise bullied, it was made clear that Abuse Was Wrong, Tell About It.
The puppet show sounds creepy to me…
I find that I can find clothes that fit me, and more importantly that I like, once every three years or so (as fashion rolls round). So I tend to buy as much as I can then, and pray it’ll last until the next fashion turnover!
(I’ve been lurking a wee while reading the forums… *waves sheepishly*)
