YEAH!!!

The official verdict is .. it is NOT a brain tumor!!! It may be MS, but I can deal with that if and when... know what I mean? You dont have to have brain surgery for MS and I feel alot less like a death sentance was put on my head. Have an app. on Friday with another doc.. just have to wait and see what happens next. For now I am going to go try to sculpt hands for my poor steam punk dude.

Oh and most importantly... THANK YOU so much for your prayers, thoughts, healing well wishes. I KNOW it helped!!

Zoya

If your still in the wishing mood...

Okay, with out to much drama, doc said it may be either MS or a brain tumor. I seriously doubt the tumor, I dont have the other signs it said on the net. And Im voting against MS cause I dont want it. I have an MRI tomorow ( Im claustraphobic so that should be fun) and that should help narrow it all down.

Aint life grand??

Zoya

Oh yeah, and if your still in the praying or wishing mood I would appreciate it. :o)

Wish me luck

Im get to take a break from the real world and worry about myself for a while. ( sounds selfish, doesnt it?) Saturday I woke up with pins and needles in my left hand, and my face feels kinda numb, so tomorow I have an appt. with the doc to see whats going on. Wouldnt really mind, but my hand hurts when I try to sculpt and that makes me mad. Wish me luck, maybe there's a pill or a shot I can get and it will all be better.

Zoya ( who has a steampunk project thats NEVER going to get done at this rate!!)

The twins..

Here are the twins. They are the unfortunate result of the fairy folk messing in the world of man. Every once in a while a fairy will take it in her ( usually it is the females, the males cant be bothered) mind to replace one of our babes with a changeling. The human offspring is then taken as a slave to the world of the fae. This was such a sorry tale to start with, and when the queen chose Cohol ( a fairy know by all for his inability to hold his drink) the story just got worse. Of course the queen making a decision was a reason to celebrate ( living forever makes for a lot of parties to ease the boredom) and Cohol got just about as drunk as he ever had. When he got to the babes house the queen had decided on the spell seemed to be harder then he remembered, and the slurring of several key words didnt help either. Well, long story short the next morning poor Peter's mother found he had.. shall we say...a split personality..?? Anyway, she started refering to the other one as Re-Pete and all would have been okay had the father not protested. Now Pete and Re-Pete are waiting adoption at the local orphanage.

Zoya

The finished hoonie...

Here he is, poor little guy. He actually LIKES cold weather, .....lol. He has his fur trim now and a box of tissues handy at all times, I should have him hang out in the bathroom next to the cold medicine. And a quick view of his hiney, I chose a shell with spikes, so if the little guy slips on the ice he wont slide too far...lol.

Zoya

new work on the way

Stay tuned for the latest, an unfortunate pair of twins, created by the mistake of those pesky fairy folk. And I have started a new guy, an imp repair man in a steampunk style..... yeah finally I will get to use my steampunk accessories!

Also am trying out a new clay.... Fimo doll clay, its a little softer then I would like, definitley wont be using it in August ( my work area is a sauna in the summer) but not bad. Have no idea what it will be like for strength, but A+ for color after baking and blends quite well. I got it with a gift certificate from HobbyLobby for Christmas and because I can actually get it locally it may well replace the Cernit I was buying over the internet.

Am hoping to have my etsy store up over the weekend. Ive been rummaging around and have a few pieces to put up.

And my quote for the weekend.. ( thanks Aunt Jan)...


Whatever you give a woman she will make greater
If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.
If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.
If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.
She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.
So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit.

Written by a wise woman.

Zoya

Wow,

That was incredibly whiney. And if you read it already I apologize.


:o(

Zoya

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Ive been very literally minded latley... and so.....

Severity Mc Pherson

With a nod to Edgar Allen Poe and Lewis Carrol, I apologize.

This is the tale of a girl quite fine

named Severity Mc Pherson, the youngest of nine.

Not named for a virtue ( her parents could think of no more)

She got a gift one day from her Great Aunt, in a box by the door.

An egg it contained, the shell dark and spotted

with a note tucked beside it her Great Aunt had jotted.

This egg is from a bird we have found

It's neck quite long, it's body plump and round.

It's feathers are colorful silky and bright,

but it awakens at sunset, it flies from the light.

Although the feathers are handsome, glossy and sleek,

its the claws that are prettiest, the claws and the beak.

The one we had captured seemed to be quite smart,

it lived in the tent I shared with your Uncle Art.

(What happened to Art we can't quite figure.)

Did I mention the bird keeps growing bigger?

When my guides started dissapearing in the darkness of night

and the bird was so big he couldnt take flight

I thought I should leave before I was left all alone.

But the bird ,I found the next morning, had choked on a bone.

A bone about the size of a finger

(my last guide is gone now too, though he'd promised to linger.)

The bird had left in her nest an egg,

I send this to you to care for I beg.

So Severity watched the egg, and in due time it hatched

she kept it in a cage with the door unlatched.

It must have made her sisters uneasy

Prudence was gone first ( but she always was sleazy.)

Grace, Hope and Charity all left the same night.

Though they all are quite small together Im sure they're allright.

Then Temperance and Peace and all of the others

as well as the neighbor and her two bratty brothers

were gone with out notice, nary a word.

Severity didnt notice, her life was the bird.

The bird was a comfort to her during the day

when the servants and butler all went away.

Her parents went missing when she taught the bird to talk

It was too big to fly now, all it could do was walk.

The weirdest part was the pharse it repeated

"Hold your self still now, no ketchup needed."