What Fun! The 1980s Have Returned!

I was at the store with my kiddos, and we found these treasures. “I loved these as a kid!” I squealed. They didn’t care.

Lite Brite! Puppy Surprise! Popples! Care Bear Cousins! I know all of these!

Even better? Tiffany’s “I Think We’re Alone Now” was playing over the speakers. I practically grape-vined my way out of there in legwarmers. My children were horrified. Serves you right, kids! My childhood was a blast.

Miss Murder’s Easy Pressure Cooker Mac and Cheese

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You guys know me: if it isn’t easy, I most likely won’t do it. But I’ve fallen madly in love with my pressure cooker (I named it Sachiko after the friend who introduced me to it) and one of my favorite things is easy Macaroni and Cheese. You throw everything in one pot, it takes four minutes once it comes to pressure, and it’s a great way to sneak some spinach in there. Yeah, I said it: spinach mac and cheese. And my kiddos still eat it!

I have a Cusinart pressure cooker, but you can make this recipe with any cooker.

Ingredients: 

16 oz small pasta shells

4 cups chicken broth

1/2 teaspoon mustard

1/4 teaspoon smoked paprika

1/4 teaspoon pepper

1 1/2 cups cream

3 cups chopped spinach

2 cups shredded cheese, any type. (I usually use cheddar)

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  1. Mix pasta, broth, mustard, paprika, chopped spinach, and pepper in the pressure cooker. Lock the lid, put it on high pressure, and set the timer for four minutes.
  2. After the timer dings, release the pressure manually.
  3. Stir in cream and cheese. Salt and paper to taste. Voila, you have dinner and there’s even a vegetable in there. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. Enjoy!

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Black Widows, and Brown Recluses

Vegas is home to a whole bunch of creepy crawlies, and I’m not just talking about the human kind. We have a plethora of black widows and brown recluses in our backyard.

The chickens used to eat them like nobody’s business. Since we traded the chickens for Marsh and Taco Truck the outdoor cats, we now have to have people come spray for these suckers.

Walk softly and in combat boots, friends!

 

Pimp A Friend Friday: Lillian Rose and Meriweather Asterios

You guys! YOU GUYS. Lillian Rose Asterios and her husband Merris do some of the most gorgeous artistic work that you’re going to find. I can’t tell you how breathless I am to see what they create and sell. Things like this:

Image may contain: shoes and outdoorDo you see those stunning earrings? They’re made from ethically collected butterflies who have already passed. I swoon. I mean, seriously. In fact, I just placed an order for a pair.

She also created this gorgeous coloriong book, available on Amazon.

Merris painted these:

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And this!

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Please take a minute to scour their Facebook pages and see what you’d like to purchase. Their work is wonderful! You can find Lillian’s work on her page, as well as Meriweather’s work on his.

I hope you find something that fills your soul while supporting artists. ❤

 

 

Cemetery Dance Interview: Yardley’s First Fright

The very cool John Brhel interviewed me in Cemetery Dance, where we discussed important things, like my apparent but not-so-realized fascination with animated unicorns.

It was a fun conversation done over Skype and then transcribed into text. If you have a second, come read about the first thing that truly terrified me. 

He looked like this:

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Can’t. Stop. Screaming. Anyway, enjoy!

Announcing Where Nightmares Come From!

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I’m delighted to announce that I’ll being joining the impressive lineup in Where Nightmares Come From, edited by Eugene Johnson and Joe Mynhardt. Coming soon by Crystal Lake Publishing in Fall 2017. Hooray!

 

Join their Facebook page (Where Nightmares Come From: The Art Of Storytelling In The Horror Genre) for regular updates, sneak peeks, links, interviews, and more.

This makes me happy, and I hope you find it useful!

Miss Murder’s Creepy New Doll

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I was out thrifting and I fell in love with this beautiful mermaid doll.

Dolls don’t call to me. In fact, they make me nervous. I don’t like dolls, marionettes, and mannequins, really. They’re not people, but they try so hard to be. It’s deceptive. But this lady? She was meant to be mine.

I was joking with My Angry Ginger that this is how home possessions start. She was joking back until the doll’s eyelashes fluttered and it winked at her. Then she put the doll down and noped her way out of here.

I didn’t let it bother me. I started brushing and braiding the doll’s hair while humming.

 

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Then I realized that I had braided her hair into a noose.

June’s Finish It UP Project: Cabinet Knobs

It’s a small touch but I’ve wanted them forever. After painting my cabinets white, I was looking for turquoise, shiny knobs to add a little pizazz to the place. Cue my father, who came and put them in for me. Thanks, Dad!

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So perhaps they’re a bit loud, but we prefer the term “whimsical.” They sparkle in the sunlight, and the children think they’re the prettiest things they’ve ever seen.  I can’t disagree.

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So here’s to whimsy, and a touch of joy. More than that, here’s to finishing up a project that has been on my list for months! These knobs were just hanging out in the garage, and now we can enjoy them every day. What did you accomplish this month?

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The Day Facebook Killed Me.

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This is the tale of how I died.

It was in November, because I had just voted in the presidential election. This little window popped up at the top of my Facebook account saying, “We hope people who love Mercedes will find comfort in the things others share to remember and celebrate her life.”

Well.

Well. I guess I’m dead.

It was a massive glitch that affected quite a few people and Facebook fixed it shortly with an apology. Some people thought it was pretty funny. Others were horrified. I made sure that I called my parents and let them know everything was fine before the deluge of phone calls buried them. I interact with so many people online that if I’m gone for more than a day or two, I’m bombarded with so many well-meaning”Are you okay?” messages I can’t crawl out from under them.

Remember me fondly on Facebook, friends.

 

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