Tipsy Scribbles: Landscape Project Update

Landscape Project Update!

 

Last week I shared the beginnings of the landscaping project we had started around our house. Last weekend we bought three Baby Gem boxwoods, two sets of Tiny Rocket lilies, a pack of twelve Celosia flowers, and one baby Japanese maple! The garden is a first for us, but the maple is our first tree we have planted together as a couple. I know that sounds a little cheesy, but planting a tree, even a small tree can be a symbol. A symbol of a growing and lasting relationship, creating a permanent home, and setting down firm roots. This is our home, and our little tree. From the day we stepped foot in this house we knew it would become our home.

But all sentiments aside, I really hope it doesn’t die.

Our garden is not complete but this is an update of our progress so far!

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Japanese Maple
Japanese Maple
Celosia Flowers
Celosia Flowers
Tiny Rocket Dwarf Asiatic Lily
Tiny Rocket Dwarf Asiatic Lily
Baby Gem Boxwood
Baby Gem Boxwood

 

And no garden would be complete without a personal touch. The frog mosaic is a gift from my best friend Sara and her grandmother Mimi. Mimi is one talented lady I have always looked up to. If I become a fraction as awesome as she is in my future, I will be happy.

Frog Mosaic Stepping Stone
Frog Mosaic Stepping Stone

 

And my other dash of whimsy from my in-laws as a Mother’s Day present. I’m in the process of adding a bit more paint to the design before I seal it and place it in the garden. This was significantly nicer than the presents I received from my own children: cat vomit, dog slobber, bodily waste, and lots and lots of hair. But it’s the thought that counts.

Butterfly Garden Stone
Butterfly Garden Stone

 

“For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.” — Martin Luther

 

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Saving Time: Part 9

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Saving Time: Part 9

After an hour of several increasingly frustrating attempts, I finally managed to get the ATM to display something other than Facebook. A string of numbers filled the screen in a blue and yellow recreation of the Matrix.

The machine sighed a puff of tobacco scented smoke in resignation as I sighed in relief.

This is ridiculous. There’s no way that it is actually Darlene. This is some kind of weird prank.

Somewhere within the ATM, a small motor began to hum. Half a dozen empty candy wrappers slid out of the receipt return and littered the floor at my feet.

The endless numbers cascading passed the screen stopped. A text box appeared, “Access Denied. Contact Your Supervisor For Assistance.”

“Dammit, Darlene,” I breathed. “Fine.”

Back to Boss Lady’s sad excuse for an office.

As I drew near, I could hear voices. No, a voice. I slowed my pace so I could listen better. A man was yelling.

Oh crap. It’s Mr. Acetone.

“I don’t care how  smart you think she is,” he said, his voice carrying through the shadows. “Make. It. Happen,” he said each word slowly with an implied threat. Which he followed up with a direct threat, “Or it’s your ass.”

I took a step back, thinking I could return to the front and pretend I was never there. Then the door to Boss Lady’s office opened. The large ominous form of Jack Acetone filled the door. His eyes were on me.

“I always have to do things myself,” he mumbled, just barely loud enough for me to hear. “What are you waiting for?” He asked louder, with his focus on the shadows beyond me. “Grab her! Take her downstairs.”

Downstairs? Wait, who’s grabbing me? I turned around to see Namer and another haphazardly assembled machine shambling towards me. I barely had time to process what my eyes were telling me when the machine tripped over a dangling cord and crashed into Namer, knocking them both to the concrete floor. The impact echoed through the hallway. Parts and broken pieces of machinery clattered behind me as I turned to run.

I knew Mr. Acetone was close behind me and I might not reach the exit. But I might have time for a phone call.

I pulled out my cell phone and frantically scrolled through the call log. Desperately, I hoped I would recognize the number when I saw it. You should have saved the number. Stupid.

There! I pressed the call button.

My feet suddenly lifted from the floor mid step. My eyes blurred from the sudden stop of momentum. I realized that someone strong had grabbed the back collar of my shirt. It took another minute to realize the phone wasn’t in my hand anymore.

“That’s quite enough, young lady,” Jack Acetone said. “I should’ve known you’d be trouble. It’s always the cute ones. But I think we can fix that.”

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Tipsy Scribbles: Landscaping Project

Landscaping Project

 

It is spring at the Hideaway and this crazy woman has gotten the bright idea to enter into the world of gardening. Do I know how to garden? Absolutely not. Not in the slightest. I literally have no clue what I’m doing. BUT I have drawn this cute little garden map to make it look like I know what I’m doing. That’s the key to life: look like you know what you’re doing. “What’s the worst that could happen” you ask? Everything dies. The chances of that happening are probably higher than I’m willing to admit to myself, so let’s not dwell on the negative!

Landscape simple sketch - Tipsy Scribbles

Now, the picture above is a sketch including all future projects we would like to tackle, but right now let’s focus on the current project in the picture below. This is the front corner of our house that is really in need of some curb appeal (we don’t have a curb, but it sounds better than “ditch appeal”). My dad, who used to run his own landscaping and stump grinding company, helped us design the bed’s outer edge. The gentle curves, rather than sharp corners, makes for easier mowing.

Landscape Plans Sketch bottom right

We would like to add a small wooden deck, some flowers, a few bushes, and THIS BAD BOY! Check that out. That is a Japanese Maple. It’s a beautiful plant that is somehow a tiny tree and a giant bonsai at the same time. It’s also expensive so this will be our yard’s crown jewel.

This classic Japanese maple variety bears deeply cut, feathery red-purple leaves that turn bright crimson in fall. We also love its graceful, weeping habit.
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Here is a sneak peek of our house before the plant murder and total gutting process. Although most of these plants were healthy, they were not what I wanted for our house. Keep in check next week for our Hideaway’s transformation part 1!

Front flower bed before
Front flower bed before

 

“If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.” –Marcus Tullius Cicero

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Tipsy Scribbles: Prayer Updated

Prayer

I forgot Tipsy Scribbles last week. I then forgot to apologize for forgetting Tipsy Scribbles so I then said “whatever, I’ll do one next week.” It’s next week so here it is! This is my latest chalk painting I did for me, this isn’t a commission. It was originally practice for drawing people, which is not my strong suit. But I know my weaknesses and I am willing to work on improving them. That’s a step in the right direction.

On another note, I would like to say I have a new found respect for artist who are able to recreate realistic skin tones. Skin is not just peach or white or tan. It’s every color.

Prayer chalk pastel 7x9inches - Tipsy Scribbles - A picture says a thousand words when wine loosens the tongue.
Prayer

“Prayer is more than meditation. In meditation the source of strength is one’s self. When one prays he goes to a source of strength greater than his own.” — Chiang Kai-shek

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Mother’s Day Writing Prompts: May 2017

Mother’s Day Writing Prompts

We would like to wish a very happy Mother’s Day to our mothers, Deana and Lisa; our sisters, Krystal and Megan; and to every mother reading this. We love you more than words can properly express.

As per usual, these aren’t necessarily your mushy story starters. That just isn’t really our style. These are the prompts to get your story started, so make it as good or mushy as you want. And don’t forget to share it with us! We enjoy reading stories others create from our writing prompts. Your story may even be featured on the site, just like Askien’s Keeper of the Guardians.

I’m a little nervous to say that this will be the last post to reference the incomplete first draft for the Brix and Gregor novel. I started the final chapter this morning. It will certainly need extensive work, but the story, at least, is nearly all on paper. Once it is complete, I’m going to let it sit for a couple of weeks before starting the second draft. During that time, I will begin to work on Detective Peirson’s next case!

Mother's Day Writing Prompts-May2017-Nothing could diminish a mother's love, even death.
Nothing could diminish a mother’s love, even death.
Mother's Day Writing Prompts-May2017-Although it was just a word, she had poisoned every letter with her treachery. She was no mother.
Although it was just a word, she had poisoned every letter with her treachery. She was no mother.
Mother's Day Writing Prompts-May2017-After agonizing years of waiting, her lost child had found their way home.
After agonizing years of waiting, her lost child had found their way home.

 

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Saving Time: Part 8

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Saving Time: Part 8

 

“Oh good, you came back!” Blue Tie sighed dramatically as I walked into the building. “Come with me, Bobby.”

“I’m not even clocked in yet,” I said over the rim of my coffee cup, but he continued to nudge me through the building.

Blue Tie led me to Boss Lady’s office and gestured for me to enter. He slammed the door behind me and trotted away.

The office was more like a broom closet: small, cramped, and dusty. Boss Lady stood behind her small desk and gestured to a dirty upturned bucket, “Please, sit.” Her voice was calm and she seemed bored. Her frantic movements and unkempt appearance gave off the impression of a caged animal eager to escape. “How do you like it here so far, Barbara?”

“Its a little…,” I searched my vocabulary for a word other than weird or odd, so I settled for, “Different?”

“How so?”

“Well, em, a guy tried to rob the bank and Mr. Acetone just paid him. From his own pocket.” I looked up at Boss Lady, expecting her to be shocked, however she remained silent and thumped a dead fly off her desk. I continued, “Then there was that whole thing with Sharron and her kid–”

Boss Lady waved her hands in a violent blur, “She is none of your concern. Her service is no longer required here.”

“She’s fired?” I couldn’t believe a company would be so heartless regarding their employees, especially a mother.

“She refused relocation. But never mind that. We would like for you to assist in the installation of a new ATM machine in the bank lobby.”

“The M stands for machine,” I said.

“What?”

“Never mind,” I sighed. “Computers and I don’t really get along. Plus, I have so much paperwork to sort and Darlene just sits there–”

“Darlene is doing her job,” Boss Lady interrupted me again.

The door to her office flew open and I looked up to see Mr. Acetone’s features soften as he smiled down at me. “The tech is here. Let’s get started.”

I followed Mr. Acetone to the lobby where a man was struggling to straighten a bulky machine with a large screen and dozens of buttons. The machine seemed to have once been white but now was a faint yellow with black grime embedded in all its crevices.

“I got her running,” he said to Mr. Acetone, and there was something oddly familiar about the man.

I immediately imagined what the man would look like with a ski mask obscuring his face and it hit me: He was the robber from last week! I squinted my eyes at the man, judging him, hoping he would notice I recognized him. I stepped up to the machine, “So where did you steal this from?”

The robber/tech man made a mock gasp and caressed the hideous machine. “I will have you know this is a genuine Enelrad brand ATM.”

Mr. Acetone made a loud throat clearing grunt and the robber/tech stepped back not saying another word. “Thank you for all your hard work,” and shooed him away. “Now, Bobby, I need you to figure out how to work this thing before a customer comes in.”

“Does Darlene need to learn this too?”

“Don’t you worry about her,” Mr. Acetone looked me in the eyes with an icy stare and kicked the machine. The screen blipped on and turned a soft blue. In the middle of he screen was a white, lower case “f” symbol.

I looked back at Darlene’s desk. It was surprisingly clean. The clutter of food containers and candy wrappers were all gone. Even her chair was missing. I could still smell the faintest hint of cigarette smoke. I turned back to the ATM and saw a thin puff of white smoke rising from out of the credit card slot.

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Mystery Writing Prompts: May 2017

Mystery Writing Prompts

Happy Birthday, Mom!

This week’s writing prompts are from a favorite genre of my mom’s: Mystery. You will likely notice some Lovecraftian themes in these since I am reading the Gods of HP Lovecraft. I’m only on the third short story, but it is well done if any of you are interested in the works of Lovecraft. Anyhoo, the Brix and Gregor draft is coming right along. I’ll get it finished one of these days.

I hope you all enjoyed the guest writer’s Keeper of the Guardians this week. If anyone would like to be featured in a future post, let us know!

Mystery Writing Prompts-May2017-A single named breathed from the lips of every person.
A single named breathed from the lips of every person.
Mystery Writing Prompts-May2017-The door at the end of the hallway must never be opened.
“The door at the end of the hallway must never be opened.”
Mystery Writing Prompts-May2017-The frantic scribbles upon the scattered papers told the investigator a terrifying story.
The frantic scribbles upon the scattered papers told the investigator a terrifying story.
Mystery Writing Prompts-May2017-The shadow crept closer to the bedside lamp.
The shadow crept closer to the bedside lamp.

 

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Keeper of the Guardians

Keeper of the Guardians - A Flash Fiction by Askien - Read for FREE!

Keeper of the Guardians

Written by Guest Writer:

Askien

 

Long ago, deep within a lush forest teeming with life, there was a darkness. A murder. A man had slain a wolf and captured her cubs for his own selfish and greedy means. But where there is death, there is life. The wolf and her cubs were a sacrifice to save one. Hidden beneath the twisting bramble of a nearby bush lay a silent pup frozen with fear. Curled tightly against the damp chill of the forest floor, the abandoned cub waited for his chance at survival.

The following evening in the last light of sundown, another lone wolf made his way through the forest like a looming shadow. He embraced his solitude and refused to depend on any pack. He out-weighed and out-witted any wolf who had the ill fortune of crossing his path, until now.

A weak whimper sounded from below the wolf’s enormous paws. The cub shivered against the chill night air. Catching the foul scent of man, the wolf knew this pup would be left to die. The wolf cradled the trembling cub in his maw and returned to the safety of his warm den.

As the seasons passed, the cub grew into a strong and fierce wolf. The two became an inseparable pair, a pack of their own. Together they roamed the wilds without fear of man or beast. But with life, comes death.

Legends say the two wolves perished together, leaving behind their physical forms to fade into the forest. Their spirits entered the realm of the supernatural as great beasts with obsidian fur and eyes of burning stars. Their afterlife of guardianship offers guidance and protection to those who are abandoned.

In the span of two centuries, the guardians had not felt abandonment quite like this. A deepening loneliness drove their spirits across the universe to find one so empty and heartbroken; they vowed to never leave her side. This young girl who once felt so alone is now the keeper of the guardians.

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Tipsy Scribbles: Bagheera

Bagheera

 

This week, my artistic focus was on a cat named Bagheera. No, not the black panther from Rudyard Kipling’s book  the Jungle Book. And no, not our own black, long-haired cat also named Bagheera. This work was for a white cat, loved by her fur moms, Chassidy and Amy. Sadly, Bagheera and all her nine lives couldn’t win the battle against cancer. Her purr has faded, but her spirit remains in the hearts and memories of those who loved her.

Pets are family, and their passing leaves a hole in our hearts forever. Let us remember all those who have suffered through the loss of a loved one, animal or human, to cancer.

Bagheera Chalk Pastel 8x10in - Tipsy Scribbles - A picture says a thousand words when wine loosens the tongue.
Bagheera

 

This past week we also lost my grandmother, Edna, my father’s mother. She was a beautiful woman. She babysat my sister and me when we were young, but we lost touch as the years passed. She loved Barbie dolls and made sure we loved them as well. We would drink Diet Rite and eat angel food cake, then play with her hair until she couldn’t keep her eyes open. She will remain in that memory within my heart forever.

“Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.” – Emily Dickinson

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