Wednesday, November 18, 2009

New Wickedness

New listing in my Etsy shop: Anti-Christ-mas ornaments!
Ornaments for those who are sick of having X-mas commercialism shoved down their throat months before the actual holiday.
I'll be busy working on other non-conformists ornaments through mid-December, hopefully.
Also, my website is finally open for business again! Go me!
Now back to the work table with me!

Monday, October 26, 2009

News From the Trenches and Other Tales.

Well, actually I just wanted to catch your eye. I'm assuming it worked since you're here. Just kidding!

The trip across country is now done. Thankfully! It went smoothly considering all of the stress I was holding on to. The last big move from state to state, I almost killed Jaysan. Seriously. This time we did it the easy way and had the Army move us. We were only without our household goods for a week or so which was very nice to say the least. When I was young, my parents had to wait forever to get the household goods. Since the movers arrived and unloaded an entire truckload into a small townhouse, I've been slowly gettting organized. I have a much small house now, so everything has to be in its place at all times. It's hard sometimes being a packrat. I am hoping to get the unpacking completed by the end of this week. We shall see....

I also wanted to pop on here and mention a link I came across this evening.
It's full of interesting stories of the, well, dark kind. Anything from ghosts to swindlers, etc. So if you get a chance, I recommend you check it out. You might find a good story to haunt your friends this Halloween.

I'm off to conquer more packing paper and boxes. Will it ever end? Hehehe...

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Death of a Serial Killer

Years ago, when I was 17 and lived in El Paso Texas, there was a killer on the loose in the neighborhood. Girls were disappearing. Girls from the middle school that my family lived across the street from. There were also older girls and a few grown women who went missing. 1987 was shit for my social life! My Dad gave a super early curfew. I was livid. I was invincible. Immortal, as are all teenagers. However, I soon learned about mortality and fear. It came in the form of a man (I use this loosely) named David Leonard Wood. He was a neighbor. He lived in a house across from mine. He was kind of slimmy, but I didn't really think much of it. I figured he was some sort of stoner or something akin. How wrong I was! He killed 6 girls and is linked to 3 more. He is and was a sickness. I have thought of him much over the years. Amazed that I had lived in such close proximity to a killer. I could have been one of the girls whose body was tossed into the dirt of the El Paso desert and buried like I meant nothing.

Yesterday, I was reading Ugly Shyla's blog about the local serial killer. I told her of Wood. I then searched for some info to send her way. What I came upon was this:

It is so strange that I would go looking for info only to discover this. I think I was supposed to find this to then know he was "taken" care of. He cannot hurt anyone anymore. Justice came way too late. 22 years since 1987 when the killing happened. 17 years since he was convicted on all counts. That is older than some of the girls had lived when he snuffed out their lives. Justice? What kind of justice is that?

I wish it was ol' Sparky, and I could see the lights dim all the way in central Texas.

He got another stay of execution for the very thing he got the last stay for. I think they doctors would have been able to determine his mental state by now!!

Monday, August 3, 2009

Saturday, August 1, 2009

We Are Given So Much





Enjoy this beautiful day. Appreciate what has been given.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Sharon Kopriva and Nuns

Pronunciation: \ˈnən\ Function: noun Etymology: Middle English, from Old English nunne, from Late Latin nonna

Date: before 12th century

: a woman belonging to a religious order ; especially : one under solemn vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience.

Bench of Nuns, paper mache/ mixed media, 1991, 48"x 122"x 24"

I think I may have found a new favorite. I would absolutely love to own the above piece of art!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Friday, June 26, 2009

New Addition to My Humorous Religion Collecton.

I've had this for awhile now, but I just recently took a few photos to share.
The little handbook is hilarious!
One day, my Nuns will take over the world. Oh, yes, they will....

Friday, June 19, 2009


I've been busily working a logo design this week. I figured it was about time I moved in a forward direction...enough procrastination! Hopefully, I'm close to having a finished product. This might be a far as I make it considering I suck at editing.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009



A werewolf is an animal from folklore which can change from human to wolf and back again and is believed to consume human flesh or blood. (Wer is an Old English term for man.) While there are no documented cases of any human turning into a wolf and back, there are documented cases of humans who believed they were werewolves. To suffer from such a delusion is known as lycanthropy.

Lycanthropy is a psychosis in which the patient has delusions of being a wild animal (usually a wolf). Delusions of being a wolf or some other feared animal are universal and, although rare in the industrialized countries, still occur in China, India, Africa, and Central and South America. Not infrequently, bizarre and chaotic sexuality is expressed in a primitive way through the lycanthropic symptom complex. Patients whose internal fears exceed their coping mechanisms may externalize them via projection and constitute a serious threat to others. Throughout the ages, such individuals have been feared because of their tendencies to commit bestial acts and were themselves hunted and killed by the populace. Many of these people were paranoid schizophrenics.


Dig Your Own Grave

Just imagine the dark cemetery, and you with a shovel. The soil drying on the hem of your skirt, caked and mucky. Toss the dirt over your shoulder. Again. Again. Sweat streaks your dirty face. This is beauty.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Little Girl with Bats

"See No Evil" by Anji Johnston (found at Redbubble)
Such a lovely piece.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009


The front.

The back.

The...uuuhhhh...sitting. :)

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Trip to the Parental Units

Just a few photos from our trip to my parent's house.
Texas blue bonnets, the state flower, and Indian paint brushes.
Blue bonnets and my beautiful daughter.

Blue bonnet.

Indian paint brush.

Rowdy, my cousin's horse, that I get to feed when I go for a visit.

Monday, May 18, 2009

She's Easy

Notice how her new "more successful" personality draws the attention of men only?

We all know where that can lead....

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Mother's Day Bouquet

My wonderful husband, Jaysan, got me this beautiful bouquet for Mother's Day!

Jaysan also made me breakfast this morning. Then he and the kiddos made me strawberry cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. I took a few photos of the cupcakes, too. They were yummy!
Happy Mother's Day!

Friday, May 8, 2009

Pretty in Pink

I'm sooo excited to call this chair mine! I scooped it up at a yard sale that I came across on the way to pick up Emma from school. Once I clean it and recover the arm rests, it will be so fabulous.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Cherub Chandelier

I snagged this beauty in Canton, Texas at First Monday. I managed a fantastic deal, too!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

New Velvet Flower Hair Clip

Please excuse the shoddy photo of the flower in my hair. I took it myself hoping it would come out well. And, yes, I cropped my face out. No makeup!!

Available at:

Soon to be available at:

Tuesday, May 5, 2009


Just a photo of one of my orchids. It makes me very happy

Monday, May 4, 2009

D.H. Lawrence

~~D.H. Lawrence~~

"This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge this passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten."


Rigid sleeps the house in darkness, I alone
Like a thing unwarrantable cross the hall
And climb the stairs to find the group of doors
Standing angel-stern and tall.

I want my own room's shelter. But what is this
Throng of startled beings suddenly thrown
In confusion against my entry? Is it only the trees'
Large shadows from the outside street lamp blown?

Phantom to phantom leaning; strange women weep
Aloud, suddenly on my mind
Startling a fear unspeakable, as the shuddering wind
Breaks and sobs in the blind.

So like to women, tall strange women weeping!
Why continually do they cross the bed?
Why does my soul contract with unnatural fear?
I am listening! Is anything said?

Ever the long black figures swoop by the bed;
They seem to be beckoning, rushing away, and beckoning.
Whither then, whither, what is it, say
What is the reckoning.

Tall black Bacchae of midnight, why then, why
Do you rush to assail me?
Do I intrude on your rites nocturnal?
What should it avail me?

Is there some great Iacchos of these slopes
Suburban dismal?
Have I profaned some female mystery, orgies
Black and phantasmal?