How to Catch a Mouse

   So, I currently live in this cute little house that's about a hundred years old or so. On the one hand, this gives it some incredible character and weird little cupboards all over the place. On the other hand, the floors are incredibly creaky (I guess no one can ever sneak up on us?), and a sudden, unexpected third resident has set himself up behind the fireplace. His name is Herbert. He's a mouse. He's adorable.
   I know that I really shouldn't have named the stupid little thing, but I couldn't help it. I like little animals. I have a hedgehog, which is way cuter and less disease-ridden than a wild mouse, but they have a lot of things in common. Also, when I was little, I snatched a mouse away from my cat and saved his life, but then he bit me and I dropped him in the house, and I had to lure him back with cheese. He was soft, and I never got sick from the bit, so I never learned my lesson.
   I even gave Herbert a back story, which is just asking for even more trouble. He's a loner, kicked out from his family, so he moved into an old house and befriended the musician living there. Unfortunately, his human friend moved out, leaving Herbert alone, and his home was invaded by two other people who already had an animal friend.
   It's tragic, really.
   Anyway, I'm super off-topic. Travis has decided that Herbert is a problem and has to go. I will admit, Herbert is getting increasingly bold and/or stupid about wandering the house. He's easily lured out by peanut butter, although not easily trapped, which leads me to believe that he's an adrenaline junkie. That's right, even mice can be affected. My new goal is to catch Herbert without killing him and release him somewhere far away from our house; hopefully he won't find his way back.
   I set up a failed trap last night, which would have confined him to a small trashcan, but I will keep trying. Sooner or later I'm going to get him.

Marceline and Marshall Lee Cosplay

   Once upon a time, I was a huge Adventure Time nerd, and Halloween was coming up. So, I harassed my friend for long enough until he agreed to be Marshall Lee to my Marceline. The pictures of the process were lost in a tragic phone-in-sink accident, but I do have the final product. Here's how this ended up:

If you look closely, you can see that the colors
are actually mixed from my blood, sweat and tears. 

   Both are made from foam insulation board, which was cut down, sanded (very, very messy), spackled, and finally painted. The skull on the guitar was made from Crayola modeling clay.

  

   Of course, Marceline has a thousand outfits to chose from, so I simply went with the "No Smoking T-shirt from "I Remember You" and a pair of red boots (not the cowboy boots, mind you) from the beginning "Bad Little Boy." And, of course, I have her basic skinny jeans. I've seen lots of amazing cosplay Marcelines with super long hair, which is awesome, but the long haired wig I bought was a mess, so I went with a shorter, more manageable one. 

You can't see the bite marks on my neck,
nor can you hear the awesome bass I'm pounding out. (I have
no idea how to pretend I play bass guitar.)

   My Marshall Lee was dressed in red converse, a plaid shirt, and his shaggy black hair. He also insisted on looking down or making a weird face in every picture. You can't blame him. he rarely ventures out of his house long enough for a photo to be taken of him. 

He actually knows how to hold a guitar, but looking at people
makes him break-out in hives. 

   In the end, I didn't know how to properly hold a bass, and he can't make a normal face, but it was a good time for all, especially since we were taking photos ourselves (obviously), so to take a picture of us together, we had to set the camera on timer and then run really quickly into position. 

We never found out who owned that bike, but in another world where I'm prone
to stealing things, we had some epic playing-guitar-on-a-bicycle shots.

    This year, I'll be cosplaying with Travis Neil. We're pretty sure that we're going to be different reincarnations of the Doctor, from Doctor Who. I'm going to be Matt Smith, and he's going to be David Tennant. Hopefully, it'll actually happen. Pictures will go up if it does!

New Beginnings

   My name is Emily Elizabeth. I am a bisexual woman, happily married to the man of my dreams. I am a faithful and worthy member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I am a copy-editor, a writer, a pianist, a student. I was raped and I still found love and trust. I am all of these things, but I do not let one single thing define me.
   I have started this blog over several times; I hope that this will be the last reboot. My life has gone through so many confusing things lately that I decided a blank slate would be best.
   This blog will be a lot of things. I'm not very good at sticking to one topic, so expect pictures of my hedgehog, Prof. Dorian Snuffleumpagas PhD, adventures I get into with my husband, Travis Neil, and tales of being the Archery Club President at my university.

   Nice to meet you,