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This continues to be a week that needs to be fired. It has included a miscarriage, a stroke, a financial blow, and a sudden pacemaker surgery. None of the medical occurrences are me, SALM, or the Spawn, but they are all people whom we are close to, and I think we are getting collectively emotionally ragged. 

I am propping myself up as best I can, which includes spending as much time at work as they will give me because work means both money and immediately tractable problems, as well as spending time on making myself look my best because it is something over which I have a semblance of control. Today I am pairing red jewelries with a dark blue maxi dress, and my hair (which was up all day yesterday drying in a clipped bun) is down loose and curly and moussed to stay that way.

Today I'm also back to experimenting with my smells. I could not find the One Smell I Wanted (which, come to think of it, is probably in my winter coat). Instead, I combined CBihateperfume's In The Library, which smells like dust and old books, with ZOMGSmells' Jäger  #1.

In The Library: In the Library is a warm blend of English Novel*, Russian & Moroccan Leather Bindings, Worn Cloth and a hint of Wood Polish
Jäger #1: Clean as freshly-washed dirt, sharp as a brick. Lemon oil, oak moss, patchouli, white aniseed, and a pink rose in the lapel, because...well, yu never knows...

This, I smell like a Jäger in a library, which would quite possibly a confused but intrigued creature in such a place. It's an off-kilter sort of smell, which suits this week quite rightly.

Ooof, my back just reminded me that I have pulled a muscle somewhere in the vicinity of that awful area between left shoulderblade and base of neck. And there is something going on in the outside edge of my foot, too; hurts to stand. Hurts to sit criss-cross-applesauce with any amount of pressure bearing down on that side of the foot. WTF, meatsuit?

The one thing in the list of woes over which I might possibly also exercise some control is the financial hit. That hit is this: My car needs some massive repairs, to the tune of nearly $3K according to the dealership. I applied for a loan; it was approved, but only as a counteroffer of $1K. I'm going to accept, and have another half a grand in savings, but am trying to figure out ways to make up the rest of that money to actually get the repairs done. I'm going to take it to a different mechanic, because I have no doubt the dealership's pricing is padded (they have a lot of space, a lot of people, a lot of expenses to cover) but I still expect it to be pretty expensive because among other things they say my whole exhaust system from tailpipe to (but not including) the manifold needs swapping out for new.

I'm trying to think of some small but easy-to-produce thing that people might have interest in. The Lost Souls skull motifs could be one, especially if I just stick just to the face part without the border. I'm trying to find other small fun things that I could make up and stick in the shop; I was thinking a flat heart motif with a long tail like a balloon string, a la floatyhearts, could also be fun.

Maybe there will be some slow time at work today and I can research other such small things. Suggestions welcome!

Hello, Blisstopia.<3
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How to start a day: Make coffee, get kids to school, rediscover an indie musical artist who was just getting started last time you listened to them and plow through all their new-to-you music on Youtube, get antisemitic anon hate on Tumblr, fix glittery nail polish.

Yes, really.

We are barrelling toward the end of October - Halloween is coming, as is the switchover from the Nightmare Fuel Project to NaNoWriMo. I still have not settled on what I'll be focusing on for NaNo this year. I might try to pull out an old novel and see what progress I can make it, or I might just sit down and write [s]porn[/s] erotica every day. Or create some new fairy tales. Or more horror. Or or or.

I'll figure it out when I get there.

I learned some interesting things yesterday, including that Bosslady thinks I've got the chops to advance pretty quickly within the organization. I'm mulling over the ups and downs of more scheduled hours and higher associated wage versus maintaining the part time level and continuing to attempt to make something happen for myself in the field in which I actually studied.

Still waiting to hear about the loan. Still driving my car as little as possible, and with the windows open.

Are any of you going to be doing NaNoWriMo? If I run writing group chats on Hangouts or Skype or something, possibly even simply in posts on here, would that be valuable for you or distracting?

Hello, Blisstopia.<3
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I gave myself an extra twenty minutes in bed this morning, although I did not sleep for any of it. That was typical for the night, though. 

You see, I took my car in to the shop yesterday. You remember, we were all hoping it was going to be an inexpensive fix, like the heat shield replacement or something. Well, it’s an “or something,” but not an inexpensive one: the entire exhaust system except for the manifold need replacement. Also, my brakes. All to the tune of over three grand.

Y’all, I do not have three grand. I only started this job four months ago, and I was feeling good about pulling together half a grand on short notice. *headdesk*

So I had them replace the bulbs that needed replacing, and do the oil change, and I have applied for a loan through my credit union. I should hear back on that next week. In the meantime, I borrowed Secret Agent Lover Man’s car last night to take the Eldest Spawn to his dad’s, and then also this morning to get to work, because it makes me super uneasy to drive my car knowing that CO2 is leaking into the cabin.

Borrowing the car meant not leaving till 5, and with traffic I didn’t get home till half past ten. I had a coffee to carry me through, so I don’t think I was actually asleep until close to midnight.

At 3am, the smoke alarm went off. It was very exciting for a couple minutes, but ultimately we sorted out that it was because SALM had set up The humidifier underneath the smoke detector, not realizing how sensitive it is to water vapor. he turned it off. I calmed Youngest. We went back to sleep.

At 5am the cable to his smartphone started to malfunction, the flow of electricity to the phone stopping and starting, and every time the phone chimed. Irregularly. After a dozen or so chimes I elbowed him awake and asked him to take care of it, and he did with all suitable apologies.

Now I am at work, and so stressed, and so tired. There is espresso and sugar in my coffee.  I will edit in the selfie later, because it is not happening on the phone.

Hello, Blisstopia.<3
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I am trying a thing with my hair. (Have you noticed I just about always mention my hair in the mornthings? It’s definitely a function of how the daily mornthing selfies started, for sure, but I wonder if it comes off as vapid and aesthetically self-involved to folk swho don’t know about that. Then I wonder if I am not, in fact, decidedly aesthetically self-involved. #BitchIMightBe ) One of the things that has really helped my curls work toward being their best selves was dropping $5 at Christmas Tree Shops a year or so ago for this microfiber “Turbie Towel”, a.k.a. a little microfiber thing with a deep pocket at one end for your head, and it gets slender toward the other end, and you plop your hair into the pocket and pull it down around your head and then twist the tail hanging from your forehead until it is a twisty ropey hoobiedo and tuck the end of it into the little elastic tabbything on the back of your head. The idea is that it schlucks the wetness out of your curly hair and lets the curls get mostly dry without a lot of motion and rubbing, which tends to make curly hair go all frizzy the way it tends to make wool get felted.

Now, the turbie towel itself is not new. As I said, I’ve had it going on for a year or so. Slightly newer, acquired over the summer, is the dark blue do-rag I picked up at the dollar store. I meant to use it for sleep, and it works on approximately the same principle: Gatherplop the hairs into the pocket, tuck it in around, tie it down, and go to be knowing that my restless ass can toss and turn and my hair isn’t turning into a felted mat rubbing against my pillow.

One morning a couple weeks ago I was getting ready to go meet a new friend for coffee, and I didn’t have the turbie towel on hand because I’d thrown it in the wash. ALAS! So when I got out of the shower I gently squeezed the water out of my hair with my hands and then put the do-rag on, and went about the rest of my readiness routine. I took it off right before I left, and turned up the air in the car to let it finish my hair drying as much as possible.

Holy crap, but my hair looked good. Dark and shiny and curly. It’s what I dream of my hair always looking like, and I had to point out to my coffee companion that my hair never looks that good and to not get too used to it. (They have seen several selfies of it since, so they have realistic expectations with regard to my hair.)

So this brings us to today - when I am wearing both. I put the do-rag on first, because it has even less texture than the turbie, and therefore is even less likely to frizzify my curls. The turbie is on over it to catch and collect the moisture slowly coming out of the hair.

I will have to do a secondary selfie later, to see how it turns out. Because the only difference between fucking around and science is writing shit down. #HAIRSCIENCE!
 

Me, with a hair turban on my head

 

In non-hair news, my car goes into the shop today. I am hoping for the best (a quick and easy fix) but planning for the worst (it has to stay there for the weekend which would mean borrowing Secret Agent Lover Man’s car to shuttle Eldest Spawn to his father’s and also to get to work tomorrow). In the meanwhile, since Bosslady gets me, I am having the car place shuttle take me in to work even though I am not on the schedule. Spending the middle of the day working and earning monies and being with people whose company I enjoy hella beats sitting around in the car place waiting room trying desperately to ignore the TV that is playing morning daytime talk show stuff.

I feel like I was going to write more but my brain has TL;DR’d out. Time for coffee and catching up on other folks’ posts!

Hello, Blisstopia.<3

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Me, looking dubiously at one of my own curls

What is that curl doing? I don’t know.

What am I doing? I DON’T KNOW. Sometimes a short and stupid post is all y’get. People keep resisting joining me here as if you're only allowed to make long, thoughtful, introspective bloglike posts and I'm like bitches, it is what you make it. Bring memes to the table!

I’m-a try and remember to actually pack m’self a lunch today.

Appointment made for car.

Yus.


Hello, Blisstopia.<3


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Me drinking coffee


Last night I went and visited my parents for the second day in a row. This time it was just me, meeting up with my dad, and we went down to the harbor to pull the boat out for the season. Even though I no longer live with my folks, this remains a thing that he largely asks me to come and do with him, and I always say yes. We've done it together often enough, the putting in and taking out of the boat, that there's pretty much no need for giving instruction any more. We each know what needs doing, and we do it efficiently.

This time we did it differently, though. Rather than dad driving the boat in to the boat ramp and then me standing knee deep in the water with one hand on a bow line and one hand on a rail to hold the craft steady in the water while he went and got the truck and trailer to back down the ramp, we began with backing the trailer down into the water, and he went and got the boat to drive directly onto the trailer. It worked like a dream, up onto the padded rails in one shot, and with the new tiedowns he got we were on the road to home in record time.

On the way home, my car started making A Noise. It was basically awful, a sort of rattling that is louder when the car is idling. I pulled into a station, checked the oil, put some in Just In Case, and did a visual check of my undercarriage as best I could in the dark. Nothing is dangling. I made it home without incident, but since I am due for an oil change anyway I will be making an appointment, hopefully for Friday. My best guess is some kind of hole or disconnect somewhere in the muffler/exhaust system. I am not looking forward to how much that fix is going to cost me.

This is coming on top of me flubbing funds availability for a Comcast payment, which they attempted to take out twice and I got hit with a NSF fee both times. Forty bucks it cost me, and I am pissed that they tried the second payment without contacting me first, and I am even more pissed with myself for mucking up that funds availability.

Between this and the car, my savings is going to be shot by the end of the week, and a nice thing I was going to do for myself is going to have to get put off indefinitely.

Jury is still out on whether or not I'm going to buy myself payday flowers, because I'm really not feeling the love for me right now.

You, though. YOU are great.

Hello, Blisstopia.<3