Unusual Girl Studios

Warning!!!!   There is some uncomfortable nudity in this post.  Let me temper that with the fact that most nudity is uncomfortable for me.  (Hey- I won't look at your parts if you promise not to look at mine.  Well, actually- even if you do happen to inadvertently see something of mine I am still going to try like Hell not to see anything of yours.)  So what is this oddity below?  Why is there a creepy head in a creepy cage?  And why share that?  Because that's me.  I share.  Headless Amy came about in protest to the unfairness of my children being able to play with dolls that look like friendly and fashionable monsters.  If you haven't heard of Monster High Dolls well....it just means you don't have kids in the 8-11 age group.  I find them hilarious.  I hated those slutty Bratz dolls.  Thanks, people for sending my girls the message that "hot" means barely dressed.  It really conflicted with my message that hot means don't touch the stove.  Monster H

Ever had an employee review?  Remember the comment section of your report card?  Did you ever hear phrases like these?  If so...I like you. Not quite square- peg in a round world. Flunked out of "ordinary". Doesn't think outside of the box because...she lost the box and is still looking for it. Reliably tardy and somewhat foolhardy. Is at war with reality. Doesn't quite fit the mold. Easily lost in minutia. Still contemplating a style of frame to fit "the big picture." Carries the world on her shoulders and is armed only with a good support bra. Have a good week everyone!

Man, I had a busy weekend...some friends threw a surprise party for me...(It was great- thanks, ladies!)...I'm way behind on the ole' schedule.  So I thought what if I just don't post this week- that would be alright- right?  And then the thoughts came creeping in....what if I was in a horrible accident and never posted again...and my last ever post was my bare naked face covered in huge mountainous zits ? So if you can give me just a couple of days I'll post something....it may be my explanation of how I fumbled the whole "this is where babies come from" fiasco.  It may be this hilarious story that Kayla wrote- and when I say hilarious I mean it- she's a genius.  Or it could be about our not so recent discovery that she has O.D.D. which stands for Oppositional Defiant Disorder, commonly associated with ADHD.  Or it could be about Headless Amy- my newest art doll/self portrait/new friend.  I'm obsessed with her right now.  Probably why I don't ha

Remember how busy I was with the whole sculpture/artprize thingy?  Well there were a lot of things that happened this summer I wanted to share with my blogger friends.  Why you?  Because you like me and I like that about you.  I think all of us who blog get that we are doing it because we need an outlet and a way to document for posterity's sake all the weird things that happen in our lives.  Two things recently, big things in my little world that I pictured going just a bit more smoothly. 1.  The 25th class reunion 2.  My young daughter learning about the facts of life. Now, when I explain the 25th class reunion I should explain that it did go well.  It was a blast.  Thanks to Facebook a lot of the awkwardness was avoided.  About a year ago we, the classmates that are friends on FB started discussing the reunion and someone suggested creating a page which I did, mainly because I happened to read the suggestion look to the side bar and see the words "create a page"

1.  After watching way-ay-ay too many scary movies while forcing the children to fold laundry my daughter says.."Mommy....I'm scared...."  and I reply with a question "Why?  Do you see dead people?" 2.  On the trick or treat trail through the never ending subdivision I decide I am tired and want to be done.  When I tell the girls that I want to turn around and go back they cry like little sissy babies and say they don't have enough candy yet.  Always the problem solver, I tell them to switch jackets and hit up the houses again. 3.  When the perfect one staunchly says no, she won't do it, I suddenly have a vision of her years later as the crabby librarian with the wart on her nose telling all the fun kids to shush up.  I offer her a dollar and actually use the phrase "C'mon, you know you want to!" 4.  When the only home owner who has a clue recognizes my little criminals I loudly state (as they shuffle back to me empty handed)..."