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:-(

The last seven days have just plain sucked, especially when it comes to BPAL. First I managed to burn out my nose- all my BPALs suddenly smelled like "vague perfume". I totally lost the ability to tell them apart. I went without for two days (well, actually, it was more like a day and a half- I couldn't wait any longer) and that seemed to help.   Now I'm having a different problem...all my scents are turning to soap on drydown. I tried Succubus today and it was one of the few "OMG" scents I've found so far...but within half an hour? Soap. Nothing but f*cking mildly orange-scented soap. I'm so sad.   Maybe it's just because I'm in the "PMS monster" part of my cycle? Could that be it? If not...I guess I'll have to see how Succubus does in a scent locket, because dammit, I want this scent to love me like I love it!

lilirose

lilirose

 

The end of the Bewitching Brews

Plans for this week:   Unit 37: Wilde DONE Unit 38: Zephyr DONE Unit 39: Nocturne DONE Unit 43: Sheol DONE Unit 44: Shroud. DONE   the end of the Ars Moriendi line (probably my least favourite GC line, too much earth and cypress and lilies).   I need to skip units 40-42 because they might be left out or condensed for the exam.   Now, for each book I read out of the books I must return to the library in three weeks, another imp, that I will pick up as I finish them.   Dissenting Voices: Undertow. Mujeres en el Mundo: Envy. Masculinity and Polite Society: Gluttony.

Nia

Nia

 

Weekend TALs

my TAL list is now two bottles and 3/5 after all the hard work I have done in the garden during the weekend And also because someone said something annoying and I had the good sense not to start a fight. Yeah.

Nia

Nia

 

BPAL Fan Art!

Based off a conversation I had with my good friend Jenni.   I told her Rose Cross would suit her. We agreed it sounded like a Final Fantasy special attack. She asked what I thought it would look like, and I told her. Today I needed some practice doing digital inking, so I drew it.  

Indigo

Indigo

 

Hooray for labels

I see that I'm no longer dubbed the embarressing Newbie term of "casual sniffer" I'm now a wrist sniffing wench! haha someday I'll be something like sexy swapper or imp-pulsive. and maybe the power member too! funny things that make one feel speshal.

Meshuganah

Meshuganah

 

...wow.

I now officially need a bigger BPAL container.   <lj user="kandrinchae">, as a "thank you for enabling me" gift got me:   Midnight on the Midway Bakeneko Madame Moriarty: Misfortune Teller Monster Bait: Bigger Critters   and the lovely person she got them from gimped me with Obatala and Pinched with 4 Aces, as well as some LUSH haircare.   <lj user="crazyfurries"> sent me a box of stuff I'm to give to others, but also gifted me with chocolate body wash [and I was just about out of soap, too!], bath bombs, plush toys [including a chibi Hiro!] and a little box that may have been an Altoids tin in a previous life, which is now full of bpal imps:   Purple Phoenix [how did she KNOW? And she sent me a bottle of it too!] Djinn Has no Hanna Cheshire Cat Ultraviolet [which I think I've tried already? Maybe?] Whitechapel [...Jack the Ripper?] Marie Embalming Fluid [oh, that'll be fun to wear for work, yes it will] Gluttony Sophia Dove's Heart Drink Me     ...do I have incredibly awesome friends or what?   Or is that I have really insistent enablers?

Indigo

Indigo

 

Day One

Finally enabled my best friend last night and we spent a good few hours (with breaks for our sniffers, natch) going through all my imps and bottles. It was a great time, but I realized something. I am really, really disorganized. Sure, I astounded her when she had me sniff something and I cried, "Oooh, I love Red Lantern!" without having to look at the label, but that's pretty basic, really. You smell Red Lantern once, you recognize it again.   She's really good at descriptions. She'd sniff something and then tell me a story about how it reminded her of sitting in her studio apartment two years ago writing her first story, so I've encouraged her to come to the boards and read the reviews and then leave her own, so I hope that sticks.   Anyway, I realized that my list of what I've tried and what I haven't and what I liked and what I didn't, etc. is very sloppy. It's one .doc file with highlights and different colored fonts that I can't remember what they mean anymore. So, yes. Organization. Maybe this blog will help.   Today I'm wearing Pumpkin Patch #1, the one with cider mulling spices. It makes me ache for fall.

Magda

Magda

 

More BPAL Magic

I have been having an ongoing problem with a coworker I call "Freckles," and his tendency to go all religious, and work religion into conversation or the class I'm helping him teach, whenever possible.   My LJ friends have been very supportive.   Today, though, I wore Wolf's Heart.   I got the courage to broach the subject with a couple coworkers. One told me she finds him abrasive and she has the urge to tell him to STFU every time he cracks on how skinny she is.   The other informed me that when word got around I'd be working with "Freckles," the response was "uh-oh -- conflict," because people thought our personalities would clash.   Today was also the least offensive he's been to me in four work days.   I think I need a bottle of STFU.

Indigo

Indigo

 

More on the Canada Stuff...

Okay. Apparently, the way we initially wanted to do things is not going to be nearly as easy nor as smart as we thought.   I've looked through tons of information as of last night, the lump sum of which states that the onus to prove out a "genuine relationship" pretty well falls on me. It also appears that a quick civil ceremony with no family and no reception afterwards will look rather suspect on the application. This doesn't particularly make me happy, as it adds an entirely new level of stress to the whole situation.   My dad, who doesn't know about the whole marriage thing yet, is convinced I'll have no problems getting up there on a work visa. That's all fine and good. There's just one thing I keep seeing in bold, all over the work visa applications. "You must be able to prove to the officer that you will leave Canada when your permit expires".   Granted, I can always apply for extensions to such, and all of that fun stuff, but...eh. This leaves a ton of questions drifting through my head, and I really do not want to get caught with my ass dangling out somewhere up in Ontario with applications in such a fashion that I need to drop everything and come back down here because an immigration official said so. That would suck.   So. Uhm. Eep? I'm perplexed!

heartbreakangel

heartbreakangel

 

Update and mushy love stuff.

Well I guess I'll update this thing.   The main reason I wanted to write something , is that I wanted to post in the cute love thread but didn't know what I wanted to say and didn't want to ramble since I tend to do that alot.   Allen and I are together and we are so happy. Last night I went over to my parents house ( they are out of town, I'm water plants and getting mail for them). While he was at work, I cooked up some treats for him, and did laundry. He came over after work ( about 4am) and we laid on a blanket and watched the stars.   We talked and held hands, and cuddled. I had never seen a shooting star before. First one I saw, I made a wish on it. He tried to guessed what it was but he was wrong.   We laughed, we talked about stars, and a few other things. After a good bit and many falling stars ( I saw a bunch) he started to get eaten by bugs so we went in. We decided to stay in the big guest bed, it's and king and why the heck not.   He showered and I got the bed all ready, we snuggled in this big fluffy bed while watching tv ( don't have a tv in the bedroom). The whole night I had HUGE grin on my face.   I fell asleep snuggled on him, when he finally went to sleep he cuddle on my back like he normally does. In the morning we cuddled in bed a bit before he had to run off to a Dr's appointment.   It was such a simple night but it was so amazing. He sleeps at my apartment all the time, we spend tons of time together, but something about last night was special. I can't put my finger on it.   Sometimes I look over at him and just smile from ear to ear, I do it when he isn't looking and just watch him.   When he wraps his arms around me it feels like home, when he smiles, it lifts me up, it makes me smile and I think how lucky I am to love him, and that he loves me too.

RogueFeenix

RogueFeenix

 

Oh Ehm Gee!

I figured since I have something momentous and happy to write about, I'd finally start a blog over here. So, here it goes.   I'm getting married! EEEEEEEEE!!!!!   *ahem*   Not only that, but I'm moving to Ontario, likely at the end of next summer. I have school to finish, and some other stuff I need to do as far as finding a job and saving money, so I really need to get my backside in gear with things and make this happen.   What we're considering right now is her coming down to visit in the spring, so we can have the civil ceremony then. It'll cost less down here, for one thing, which is why it appeals so much. It'll be around that time that I'll hopefully just be finding a job, so then I'll have the ability to grab up the funds for application fees. I'm going for permanent residence status, as far as how it's looking right now.   Which means I have a ton of stuff I need to read through, and figure out. I've probably also got a ton of calls to make to ask questions, and...gaaaaaah. It's going to make me crazy, but it'll be so worth it.   The really funny thing? She asked me four times about three years ago if I'd marry her. I kept saying no, because we weren't in a good spot to even remotely consider the idea. I still have the ring she bought me with the intended purpose of proposing, and I never take it off unless I'm having x-rays done or something along those lines. It's a nice Celtic knotwork band that we got at a mall kiosk. We wound up laughing about this over the phone the other night, since that's one less thing we really have to worry about.   But. Yeah. I'm getting MARRIED, to an absolutely amazing woman that I've known and been with for five years, give or take. I keep alternating between feeling a bit shocked, and being so giddy that all I want to do is skip around the house like I'm six.

heartbreakangel

heartbreakangel

 

A wonderful compliment!

Laurin said I should start a food blog. I thought that was a great compliment. I love talking about food and getting in the kitchen and tinkering with new recipes. I was recently in hospital for 6 days having had emergency surgery and while I was there I was on a clear liquid diet. I lost 7 pounds, but other than that lovely bonus, not being able to enjoy food is one of the worst tortures about being confined to a hospital room.   I have low potassium so we bought more bananas than I could eat or make smoothies with on our supermarket stock up when I was discharged on Thursday. A pile of overripe bananas just beg to be made into a succulent banana cake. I have a favorite banana bread recipe, but I decided to jazz it up a bit.   Cranberry Walnut Vanilla Spiced Banana Cake   Basic Banana Bread: 2 cups AP flour 1 teaspoon baking soda 1/4 teaspoon salt 2 eggs beaten 1 stick unsalted butter 1/2 cup brown sugar (I mixed dark and light) 2-3 cups mashed overripe bananas   Additions: 1 tablespoon best quality vanilla extract 1 package cranberry walnut snack mix from Trader Joes (about 1 cup) tossed in 1 teaspoon flour 1 teaspoon best quality ground cinnamon 1/2 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg   Whisk together flour, soda, salt and spices. Cream together brown sugar and butter until fluffy. Beat egg and with vanilla and mix into the butter and sugar mixture. Stir in bananas. Mix into dry ingredients to moisten and then stir in the cranberry and walnuts. Pour into a prepared round cake or loaf pan. Bake cake pan for 45 minutes at 350 or loaf pan for 60-65 minutes. Let cool if you can stand the wait and then devour.

Ina Garten Davita

Ina Garten Davita

 

Plane Flight

Right now, I'm flying somewhere over Florida/South Carolina. I'm heading up to Raleigh NC to be Corporate Girl for a few days. It's some sort of training that they send us younger engineers on to show us the way. It should be interesting. I'm looking forward to the camaraderie part of it too. Too often I don't get to interact with the engineers on the "other side" of the office. I would like this chance to get to know them better.   My favorite time to fly is sunset. The most beautiful sunsets are above the clouds. Tonight's was no different. The colors are so rich and beautiful. However, while this may have been one of the better sunsets, it has also been one of the most turbulent rides. The pilot warned us that we will be going through some thunderstorms here soon. I hate thunderstorms. We just passed a huge black cloud - very ominous. Although, it also contrasts the beauty of the sunset very nicely.   One of the guys with us hasn't flown on a plane in since he was a kid. As such he had no idea about the liquid rules had to turn around at security to go check his bag. I had to check mine b/c of my moose. That doesn't come in travel size. Another of our group managed to misplace her boarding pass right before we boarded the plane. Thankfully that isn't an issue. Actually the truly amazing thing is despite my ditziness this afternoon, I haven't been the most flighty of our group.   Actually over the past two to three years I really have done a lot of flying. Between visiting family and visiting Mr Man before I moved down here, I feel like an airport veteran. Welp – time for me to put this away we are making our decent into Raleigh now.

korshka

korshka

 

Saving Private Squirrel part deuce

Well, we put the little man to sleep this morning. I came in and he was same as yesterday, flailing and limp on one side. Nora and I concluded it was some sort of concusion and spinal trauma. Something that couldn't be helped in the case the he was a squirrel and not a regular pet. I asked our Doctor to euthanize him and he obliged. I couldn't bear to just drop him somewhere outside after our manager expressed how uncomfortable she was having him in the clinic. The thought of him helpless to walk and take care of himself, stranded in some remote bush with no food, and eventually dying of starvation was something I couldn't have on my conscience. With one direct plunge of the syringe into his heart and a barely audible squeak he was dead within seconds. instead of inhumanly disposing of him I put him in the freezer with our other passed on pets to be cremated. I was sad for him, I tried as hard I knew to help him and there was just nothing I could do. I hope he won't hold it against me that we put him down, I hope he had some sigh of relief as the Euthasol quickly killed the pain and stopped the heart. I'm just a soul who's intentions are good, oh lord don't let me be misunderstood.

Meshuganah

Meshuganah

 

Update

Me= -6lbs   Birthday= ipod knockoff, WoW boardgame (...I don't know), book store gift certificate, a bptp scent locket (!), Singing Moon tee and possibly an Arkham tee... and a membership to a local gym. Henceforth it'll be about $75 a month for both of us, but it's an important investment. (I'm way more excited than I sound, seriously. This is a really spectacular birthday for me.) This year's scent: Morocco, completely by chance. It was just on my desk, and a lovely surprise- the notes shouldn't be pretty on me.   Switch Witchery= The universe hated me (or my switchee) this round. My witch is wonderful, as per usual. Really delightful tea and I ADORE the loose tea filter. It's awesomeness.   Life= Joined a weight loss support type group; TOPS. Personal weigh-ins weekly sans humiliation. You say if you've gained or lost and how much and people applaud or encourage as necessary. Then there's other stuff. It's a bunch of little old ladies with silver hair and good stories. Baby shower for a friend in about an hour.   Out.

smallvoice

smallvoice

 

Plans for the week

Unit 32: Phantasm DONE Unit 33: Rakhshasa. DONE Unit 34: Sudha Segara DONE Unit 35: Tushnamatay. DONE Unit 36: Veil DONE   Each new page of dissertation: Velvet DONE.

Nia

Nia

 

more TAL

The last few days were quite good. another 2/5 of a bottle.   this means I already have two bottles and 1/5

Nia

Nia

 

Sugar Cookie 2005

Affectionately nicknamed 'The Devil's Bake Sale'   Reviewed 08/13/2007   The first few times I wore this, I loved it. LOVE. It was gorgeous. If you are baking cookies and you cream together the butter, vanilla, and sugar, and lick the beaters, that taste is how this smelled.   Then, apparently, my body chemistry shifted. When I put it on yesterday, I had to take off running for the bathroom and wound up throwing up before I could get it all off. It smelled like rancid butter, and even after scrubbing my arms twice it still lingered. Wow. I'm going to keep this around for those times of the month when it's not awful on me, but I'm going to be very, very careful with testing it each time I use it.

Rovylern

Rovylern

 

Saving Private Squirrel

Driving up the road from the store today, I saw something flailing in the road. At first I thought it wassome random garbage or something blowing around, but when I drove closer I realized it was a squirrel that ha been struck by a car. I stopped the car and hit the emergency lights and ran up to the squirrel. He was in shock and spinning around in circles on his side. I picked him up and tucked him in my jacket and held him still. My mom hurried us over to my vet clinic and I gave him a small dose of our pre-med to calm him and relieve his pain. I palpated him and felt no abnormalities in his spine, legs, ribs, etc. He wasn't bleeding either. I gave him Subcutaneous fluids and took an x-ray of his back. the x-ray was negative to my knowlage, I saw no spinal damage or internal damage. I turned on our echocardiogram machine and took a look aty his heart and organs, everything seemed normal although his heart seem arrhythmatic, this could have been caused by shock. I did all I could and set him up in a comfy kennel with lots of blankets and a hot water bottle to keep him warm. he was pretty lkonked out when I left from the pre-med, but he seems to be somewhat stable now. I'm just sitting at home waiting and fixing some dinner. after we eat we are going to go check up on him at the clinic and see how he's doing. If he passes away at least I'll know I eased any pain he was in, but I'm hoping he'll pull through like a champ and I'll have a great story of survival to tell friends and fam. I hope I did him some good with what I knew to do, I'm no expert so it was just the knowlage I've gathered over a year and a half at the clinic thats all I had to work with. Lets hope it served him well.

Meshuganah

Meshuganah

 

La Petite Mort

Seduction, sensuality, the Act, and the aftermath all in one. The scent of warm, damp skin flushed with the glow of passion, touched by the luxuriant potency of ylang ylang and myrrh.   Reviewed: 08/11/2007   This did not start off well. It was intensely floral and soapy for the first half hour, and I was ready to write it off completely. After about half an hour, though, it faded to a very spicy, subtle floral that was lovely. Unfortunately, it was completely gone within two hours after the morph so it really isn't worth the flowery soap phase for me.

Rovylern

Rovylern

 

Black Opal

A play of geological darkness and jagged brilliance. Soft and luminescent with flashes of black fire.   Reviewed 08/11/2007   I don't get any floral or greenery from this at all, just creamy tonka, soft musk, and something I can't identify but, oddly, brings to mind the sound of a mountain stream bubbling over rocks.   This is a scent of seduction. Not much throw on my skin; it clings very close and getting a whiff makes you want to get closer. A tiny bit lasts for quite a while, too; six hours and still going as strong as when I first applied it.

Rovylern

Rovylern

 

When Monkeys Attack

The Culprit   Here I was, Saturday morning, minding my own business, when I spotted something gray in my front yard. Thinking it was another cat trying to pop a squat in my marigolds, I ran outside. It was a monkey. I saw the first couple of monkeys two weeks ago. They were walking along the front wall of my yard, not bothering anything.   I live in the capital of Ethiopia. I live in the city. I am truly puzzled as to how these primates are making their way into my yard. Moreover, I am pissed off that the little motherfuckers are eating my flowers.   I used to like monkeys--buy pyjamas with monkeys on them, subscribe to Monkey Wire news alerts, enjoy looking at them in zoos--but when they start destroying my property by pulling up plants whose seeds my husband brought from China, well, a monkey ass is going to get a hammer thrown at it.   It's on.

Confection

Confection

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