New Nun,Skull and Dolly Head Necklaces

I just listed some new jewelry on my etsy shop.I have a new nun charm necklace,as well as some skull and dolly head jewelry.Visit my etsy shop for pics and info
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On receiving charity.

I thought I’d post this because I know some of you are like me and try and give a helping hand to those in need,and maybe it will encourage some of you who don’t to try it.
This seems like such a intimate thing for me to talk about even though it sounds silly.The other night after I staggered home after busting butt in the thrift store.I crashed in the bed and realized I didn’t have a top blanket to cover with because I had put them all to be washed.I went and dug in the armoire and all I had clean was this blanket I got during Hurricane Rita.It’s not even a real blanket it’s a black moving blanket http://www.uline.com/BL_7900/Moving-Blankets I thought to hell with it and threw it on the bed with a sheet under it.
When I climbed in bed under it I was reminded of hiding in a house from all hell breaking loose outside during Hurricane Rita.But not in a bad way we had gotten the blanket through some people donating things people may need.Even thought it was hot out during some of the days we were holed up in a house with all hell breaking loose outside that stupid blanket brought me some weird comfort.Even though it was so hot I’d have to sleep in my bra and underwear some nights I still had that stupid blanket.I never realized how partial I was to that stupid blanket till I took it back out the other night.Even though it wasn’t even a “real” blanket I was still very very grateful for it,and bizarrely partial too it.I also remember that my 3 legged kitty Scooter who passed on a few years back had claimed this stupid egg crate foam piece that was folded like a taco against the wall.When the weather got really scary outside he’d get in his foam taco looking thing.I would put his taco with him in it on my uncomfortable air mattress and sleep with my arm in his taco.That was I could feel him in there and know he was ok.
After the hurricane I remember being so freaking grateful because some of the Pentecostal churches gave out packages of things people might need.Like shampoo and maxi pads and small things like that you totally take for granted.And again I was very very grateful to just have a helping hand of not having to worry about what to do because you couldn’t get things like toothpaste at the store because they didn’t have any ect.I remember being so bummed because of the longest time you couldn’t get mayonnaise.LOL
People always think it’s strange that as a non-Christian I still donate to churches or charities,but they don’t realize that it’s because I know what it’s like to be in a bind and and have somebody help me out.
Like I said this is a almost intimate thing for me to talk about for some weird reason.But I really thought with things like the tragedies in Haiti I should share it.Maybe it will make people understand about how grateful you are,even over small things when you are stricken by a upsetting situation.Yes there are people who are ungrateful and they are horrible people because they are the few bad apples that ruin it for everybody.But there are ALLOT of those *including myself* that were very grateful that some stranger was nice enough to even give you free toothpaste.
I believe that if you give with the right intent, that even if it falls on a ungrateful head your kindness will go into your little karma piggy bank and you will get kindness shown back to you.

My friend Aunia Kahn and her family need help

My friend Aunia Kahn who has been a friend,artist buddy and also the
designer behind the layout for my uglyart.net website is going through
a terrible time right now.Her brother recently took his own life on
V-day and her mother is struggling with cancer.They need help covering
the cost of funeral cost so please please if you can donate to them
please do so. Info and how to donate cane be found here
http://aunia-kahn.blogspot.com/2010/02/asking-for-help.html
I’m going to try and make a doll or something and sell and donate all
the proceeds to her so y’all keep a eye out for it.

ALSO allot of you know Saryn Angel she is doing a 24 hour dance marathon to raise money for cancer because of her having family members battling the disease so please consider donating even a dollar to her cause the link to her info is
http://www.danceathon.org/donate/?loadbody=mip&mid=629
Even if you can’t afford to donate you can help by at least passing the info along.

I will be showing at Art Walk Lafayette,LA

I will be showing at Art Walk Lafayette,LA
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Time: 6:00pm – 10:00pm at Sadies Nightclub
425 Jefferson Street
Lafayette, LA 70501
http://www.facebook.com/#!/event.php?eid=286647833786

My V-day wishlist and things I like.

My Valentines Day Wishlist http://www.wists.com/uglyshyla
Kindness doesn’t go unrewarded ,I also send thank you notes to whomever sends me gifts.So make sure and include your postal addy with the gift,if you would like a thank you note from me.
Gifts can be sent to: UGLY SHYLA, PO BOX 439,JENNINGS,LA, 70546 or if it’s a e-gift certificate it may be e-mailed to uglyshyla@gmail.com

Things I’d like.Victoria’s Secret gift cards cause I’m in need of some better bras,A digital SLR cam even if a used older model so I can get the hang of shooting with one,Photography lighting again used is fine because I’m just getting the hang of things.A Netflix’s subscription.

Things I collect or enjoy.Gift certificates to everything from book stores to home depot,neko cats,spiders,owls,magazine subscriptions to fashion,doll,art or odd magazines.Religious art,alligators,alligator purses and shoes size 8 1/2,odd Jesus statues,Japanese Horror,Odd Indie films,the grim Reaper,items related to REAL voodoo and Santeria.

Books on dolls,art,how to make art or crafts,fashion,photography,survival,religion,catholic mysticism,saints,ghost/haunting,Hans Bellmer,Louis Wain,I LOVE LOVE LOVE books and magazines.Again new or used books are fine.As are burnt DVD’s of odd foreign,art,horror or just generally weird films.

Pic’s of me modeling some of my jewelry I make.

Some of my conjoined twins doll jewelry I make.Find it for sale at either my etsy site http://www.etsy.com/shop/uglyartdotnet or my website Ugly Art Dolls photos by Alas Vera

ShotGun Wedding Pic

ShotGun wedding pic by Alas Vera

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So I got in a car crash

I was at work at the thrift store in the morning.Usually when I get there our helper Sally is already there and then Allen comes in later.So I usually will cook some bagels or something for us all for breakfast.I started cooking the bagels and I realized I didn’t have any cream cheese and not enough butter to go around.
I came home to get some,got back in my car and my house is right by some crossroads.I pull into the road in front of a man behind me.I stop at the red-light which then turns green.Mind you where I live right when you pull out you are right at the red light,so you don’t usually have to deal with yielding at a yellow light because you can see it’s a red light and just drive up and stop or just go if it’s green* so I stop at the red light which must have been red when I drove up there and turned green.I go straight ahead and just as I’m passing the cross roads I see this guy barreling down the road.He’s looking down at the console area like if you are looking down to put a drink in the drink holder or to change the radio.I’m half way T-ed across from him and I see him totally NOT looking up which driving.Which is VERY VERY bad for this area because this is the ghetto and ALLOT of people cross right there walking because they don’t have cars.He’s looking down and I see him barreling towards me and I swerve thinking ok he will see me and hit his breaks and we will have a fender bender.He never even taps his break because like I said he was NOT looking at anything but the floor of his car.
NOoooooooooo.He just SLAMS into me.WHAM!Into my front passenger side.As I’m going into the steep ditch all I can think about is to hold on to my steering wheel really tight so I don’t get jostled around.My arm is sore today from holding on to it so tight and I guess bumping against the car door.I remember seeing glass explode and the head light just fly off.The speed limit is 35 there and from the damage on the car and it looked to me like he was going a bit fast I’m now wondering if he was speeding.
After I come to a stop in the steep stupid ditch,I realize I’m all tangled up in the air bags and seat belt.And I know a car can explode after being hit if the gas can is puncher.I tell myself to not panic and just make sure and think clearly since it could be a dangerous situation.I hurry and untangle myself and I can’t get my driver door open.And I can’t get the passenger one open.I was actually thankful that the glass on the passenger side broke so I could climb out of there.Which wasn’t all that easy since I was in that stupid ditch.My little Cajun feet aren’t made for uphill climbing.
I get out and walk up to the guy who hit me to see if he was ok and I walked back to the field by the ditch my car was in so I could call my mom.I called Sally since I had the cell phone and told her to tell mom I was in a wreck and I was ok and on the corner.Then Sally called me back and it dawned on me to tell her WHAT corner.LOL.
Thankfully the one cop I know that knows me was the one that came to the scene and hollered my last name and asked me if I was OK.And I told him yea I was all right.
While I’m waiting a few folks drove up to see if everybody was ok then this little old black lady that comes into the store almost everyday must have passed and saw me standing near my destroyed car and she parked by my friend Gary’s building and came running up to see if I was ok.She was all upset and worried about me and at that time mom came up and she was hugging on mom and telling her I was ok and asking if she was ok ect.Mom and Allen came to see if I was ok and Allen looked all upset too and I felt so bad for making everybody worried.I was scared mom would totally freak out but since I was outside of the car and walking around talking to the cops ect she knew I was ok.Thankfully I think they drove up the back side so she saw me before she saw the destroyed car.Which kept her calm.The ambulance arrives and they ask me if I want to go and I told them my neck just hurt a little bit,and I had beat the heck out of outer thigh on the car door and that was the only thing really hurting.The airbag just brushed me on the side of my head by my fake eyebrow and I was a little red there and I scraped my knee on my jeans hitting the dash I guess.At first I told them I didn’t need the ambulance but I changed my mind because knowing me my thigh bone could have been snapped in half and it wouldn’t hurt me.I figured if I went then in the ambulance I wouldn’t have to go back later and wait 3 days in the waiting room to get seen.
The guy who hit me after the wreck got out and was walking around just holding his chest.Which I’m SURE he hit being as he was driving with his HEAD DOWN.But when the ambulance came he starts acting like a elephant sat on him or something.Moaning and groaning like somebody had just murdered him.
They put him into the ambulance and I tell them I want to go get checked out.Well for some CRAZED reason they put us in the SAME ONE.What in the WORLD!Thankfully I was on good behavior because I didn’t know what was going on and why the guy wasn’t looking ect.But if I had wanted to be a jerk I could have just jumped on that guy and started whooping him being as they stuck us in the same ambulance.I don’t know why they would put two people who are in a conflicting situation together in a ambulance.
I get to the hospital and mom rode in the front of the ambulance to come with me.I realize I feel sort of itchy all over and it dawns on me that it’s because I have glass head to toe.None of it cut me but I don’t know why they don’t at least brush you off before strapping you to the gurney.
During this Sally closes up the store to come check on me and called my cousin Torrey so they got all worried and Torrey called her husband Kevin who is a mortician to let him know I had been in a wreck.Which worried him too and then he got really scared when he saw the other funeral home driving around like they were going to get somebody.
They put me in a exam room.OF COURSE I get put in the OB/GYN room,lets put miss always has cramps in the pelvic exam room.LOL.
By now Sally and Torrey come to the hospital to check on me.They ask what room I’m in and the guy’s family who hit me over heard them and told them the “girl who ran the red light and HIT HIM was in room 3″.Whatever!They also noticed the guy who hit me has tape on his arm like they took blood.So I don’t know if maybe they thought he was drinking and took a blood alcohol test,because they didn’t take my blood or give me anything in my arm.
The nurses come in and ask the usual stuff and tell me they want to X-ray me.But they ask me when my last menstrual period was.I told them I was on it.Because you can’t go wrong with cramps AND a car crash.So they tell me they have to give me a pregnancy test before I can get a X-ray.I asked “even if I’m ON my period” they say they just have too.I say ok thinking thank God I get to go pee because I needed to go anyway after the excitement.They tell me I have to have a catheter,I have had one of those in my life and NEVER EVER plan on another.It’s not the catheter part that is so horrible it’s the trying to pee after they have scrapped up your insides with that stupid thing.They wouldn’t let me go because they didn’t want me to stand on my leg.Oh and the wonderful doc I had to see was the one that told me I was just crazy when I was having such bad hormone probs and actually has PCOS.He’s a jerk so I ask them if I can please just pee normally,they tell me they will go ask him.They come back and tell me I can pee in a bed pan.Which I don’t get because to put a bed pan under my bubble butt they had to almost contort my lower back UP to get it under me.So if my neck or back was hurt it was finished off at that point.Mind you I’m one of those people that even has a hard time peeing in a public restroom.The nurses tell me that sometimes it’s hard for people to go with people in the room and they could step out.I told them that would be great if they could do that.Then min they left I said to heck with it and pulled the stupid collar off and untapped myself from that horrid board and squatted and peed like a few drops in the bed pan.Which was about as big as the little drip pan you put under a George Forman grill.Yea I could have totally peed in that on my back.But they busted me before I could slip back under my straps on my Hannibal Lector stretcher.And the nurses wouldn’t let me take my own pants off so they had to see my black cat underwear and of COURSE I have a maxi pad on too AND I hadn’t shaved my legs in over a week.Yay go classy me.I started joking with the nurses about at least I had clean and cool looking underpants on and that they had to forgive me for not shaving my legs.They told me after working in the ER they worry about that too if they get in a accident and you don’t have on clean underwear that day.LOL.
After that my mom comes back into the room and a male nurse comes in.The thermometer is on this big o’l IV type pole and has a BIG O’L chain attaching it to it.He tells us they have to chain that on there because people were stealing them so bad.And that is also why they have the big pelvic exam light because they stole the other pelvic exam lights,the forceps and also somebody came in with a trench coat on and stole the paintings off the wall of the hospital.Ahhh the charming south.
They X-rayed me and found nothing was broken and gave me some pain meds and a anti-inflammatory and leave me in the exam room with my mom so I can put my drawers and pants back on.I ask my mom to help me because I felt like I still had glass all over me,so she helped brush me off and shake it out of my hair.And I realized my bra felt itchy.I pull my cups out and out falls a handful of glass.I realize how hard I was hit at that point when you have glass in your bra cups.None of it had cut me though,thank God that would have HURT!
While I was in the ER I found out the guy who was behind me *who I don’t know if he knows the man that hit me,but they are around the same age peer group ect* said what I did was He flagged me on to get in front of him in the road *which he did not or I did not see because he was far away enough for me to safely pull in in front of him,which was far enough where I couldn’t have seen if he was flagging me in.And that I pulled in and then stopped at the red-light for a few moments and then just went on through.Which doesn’t even make any sense.You either run a red light or you just plow through.And let me say I’m crazy in some aspects of life but I’m NOT one of those that is a crazy driver.I don’t like driving so I’m very paranoid when driving.I do NOT speed,have never had a speeding ticket and obey the traffic laws because if you don’t you could hurt somebody and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did that.You can ask my mother and she will tell you I drive like a blue haired old woman.
Which makes the accusation even more aggravating.I’m very worried now that I will get accused of being in the wrong and insurance won’t pay for a replacement car
Car crash bruise on my left outer thigh.The only injury I came out with from the car crash.Thank the Lord I have lots O’ padding on my butt area.LOL

Kissing Ass Pic

Kissing ass.HAR HAR HAR Model me/Ugly Shyla Donkey is Miss Donkey and photographer is Alas Vera. I have to credit the Donkey because it’s a total diva.I hear she is trying out for SG soon.LOL

Photos from Grinder

Photos from the Grinder art event http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v11/uglyshyla/grinder/