janetlin: (Miranda)
God is watering my lawn for me right now, isn't that nice of Him? I could sit in front of an open window right now just breathing because it smells so lovely.

On the other hand, sniff, see ya next time, summer.

On Friday night I didn't bother going to bed, because Mom was showing up at five in the morning on Saturday so I could drive her and Rich to the airport 'cause they're going to be in Canada for a week. So I did that, came home, and still didn't bother trying to sleep, because [livejournal.com profile] kiwifruitbat had to be at work at eight in the morning (usually he's an afternoon/evening worker). This change in his schedule was because he, too, had a flight on Saturday and will be gone for a week. His step/adoptive grandfather died at the end of August, and the memorial was today (well, yesterday New Zealand time, now), so he flew home for that. I sort-of napped while he was working (couldn't actually sleep because the kids were awake and playing in the front room and in need of occasional food/drink/diaper changes), picked him up at 4:30 and drove straight down to San Francisco. Made good time, too, despite having to use a new route because the Bay Bridge is closed. We at least knew this ahead of time and mapquested accordingly.

I thought I was done with this bullshit of putting him on a plane and sending him across the ocean. :(

On the upside, in a nice poetic circle-of-life moment, his sister had her baby yesterday, so yay for him being an uncle (by blood this time), _and_ hopefully he'll be able to see/hold his nephew before he comes home.
janetlin: (So this is love)
Despite an inauspicious beginning, yesterday turned out pretty well overall.

[livejournal.com profile] kiwifruitbat loves airplanes. Like seriously. "It's the one thing I might give up roleplaying for." So when I got a LivingSocial deal last month for an introductory flight lesson, I jumped on it and told him I would need him on Saturday the 15th (but wouldn't tell him why). I put "Alan's Birthday Adventure" on the wall calendar in the kitchen, and he put "Sierra's Evil Plot" on the calendar on his phone.

It was soooo hard not to tell him, because I knew how excited he would be and I couldn't wait to see that big cheesy grin and know it was because of something I'd done. The problem with having a low-maintenance husband is that it's really really hard to do big awesome things for him, the way he's done for me on two birthdays now. So I've spent the whole past month just absolutely giddy at the idea of returning the favor.

And it was sooo worth it. We drove up to Placerville (in Mom's car) and made it there in time, and the instructors even let me walk around and listen as they taught the other students about all the flaps and lights and I-don't-even-know-what about planes, which was neat because I thought I'd just have to sit in the office for those three hours. In hindsight, I probably should have stayed inside, since I wasn't expecting to be in the sun and thus didn't have any sunblock or hat or umbrella or anything. Oops.

Turns out Alan had, in fact, had lessons before, a long time ago in New Zealand. So much of what the instructors were teaching was jogging his memory, and things came back to him as he was in the simulator. And after lunch when the time came for each student to go up with an instructor and fly for half an hour, since he remembered the basics, his instructor had him do a little more than the other students were able to do. Like LAND THE PLANE BY HIMSELF. omg

So he has an official Pilot's Log Book now and that half hour counts toward the 50 or whatever he needs to get a private pilot's license. Which unfortunately may have to wait a while because it's a damn lot of money. But as I said, the shit-eating grin that hardly left his face all day was worth every penny.
janetlin: (Default)
I finally got smart and decided to write a catch-up post when there isn't something big hovering over me. So, nothing big and "news-worthy" but lots of little general life stuff.

Morgan )

Liam )

Home )

Alan & me )
janetlin: (Me)
Things are going pretty well. The diet is successful so far, even when I"m not 100% at following it. I haven't noticed a difference in my clothes yet, but my wedding ring is spinning around my finger, so yay baby steps.

Morgan got dance lessons for Christmas, so we took her to a allet class and a hip hop class to see which she wanted to do, and she chose ballet. No surprise there. She's enjoying it and even practices at home. We need to work on her flexing her feet, though, since all the toe-pointing might cause her feet to relapse. She's also been getting piano lessons from Mom. I finally set up the keyboard I've had since high school (and haven't had room for since then). She's shaping up to be quite an accomplished young lady.

Alan is going back to school, taking the one class he needs to finish his Bachelor's. I'm so proud and excited for him. Part of me misses school and is a little jealous. Okay, it isn't actually school I miss so much as just learning, studying something I find interesting. Alan is sojazzed, he's already read half his textbook. I'm also envious of his speed-reading ability. Seriously, my husband is like Superman. He's amazing.

Liam's doing all right, too. He's a little behind on some developmental milestones (crawling, babbling), but okay on others (fine motor skills like picking up his binky and putting it in his mouth). We've been making our own baby food with the Baby Bullet we got for Christmas, which is fun for us and he seems to be enjoying most of what we make. He isn't a big fan of rice cereal or milled oatmeal by themselves, but if we mix them with some fruit or veggie he'll eat just about anything.

It's tax time, so I'll be working again. It'll be nice for the budget, but challenging since we live farther away and still only have one car to get Morgan to school and ballet, both Alan and me to work, and Alan to school (thank goodness only one night a week). And obviously someone has to be with the baby at all times, so yeah. My fantastic Mom is helping by coming up 2 or 3 times a week. I wish we could keep her around all the time, but I think her husband would object ;).

OMG squeeee

Nov. 5th, 2009 01:48 pm
janetlin: (So this is love)
Okay, this is probably cheesy, but any other married couples out there have "Dude, we're married!" moments, like, months after the wedding? Years? Or are Alan and I still considered to be in the honeymoon phase and thus it's to be expected?

OMG squeeee

Nov. 5th, 2009 01:48 pm
janetlin: (So this is love)
Okay, this is probably cheesy, but any other married couples out there have "Dude, we're married!" moments, like, months after the wedding? Years? Or are Alan and I still considered to be in the honeymoon phase and thus it's to be expected?
janetlin: (Default)
Things is good lately.

Morgan has started kindergarten and _loves_ it. When Alan and I went to pick her up after her first day (she had been staying at her Montessori school until six, but we thought it might be a long first day, so we showed up at 4:30), she and her classmates were walking across the playground in a very nice single-file line. "Mommy, Daddy, we're going to the music room, come with us!" No amount of us saying we were there to pick her up would dissuade her. She never even stopped or stepped out of line to talk to us or give us hugs or anything. Just Music! Now! and I got the feeling that there might be a Scene if we tried to remove her, so we went home and came back an hour and a half later. When we asked about her day on the ride home she said she was so happy that she almost cried happy tears. HAPPY TEARS for school! Oh, baby love, don't you ever change.

The weekend before school started I took Alan and Morgan to Great Clips to get haircuts, and since they were cheap I decided to take the plunge I'd been thinking about for a few months and get one, too. Fifteen inches later. Locks of Love should be very happy. Oh, and I discovered my hair is _wavy_! WTF where'd that come from? My hair's always been straight as a pin (though it at least takes a curl well for those times I bother to futz with it), and this late in the game I don't think I can blame post-pregnancy hormones. Anyone else's hair randomly do something radically different at some point in their life?

I have a little bit of remorse when I look at the pictures from Chimera and realize that my hair is now anachronistic for most of the games I'm interested in, but that's what wigs are for, right? Alan enjoys not having to fight with my hair to bite kiss my neck, which, you know, isn't so bad from this end, either. ;) And it's _sooo_ much cooler; I can't take heat the way I used to and even ponytails weren't helping much. Also, dude! I hardly use any shampoo at all now! Showers go so much quicker! And my hair dries like *that*! Well, relatively: it used to take a solid hour of blow-drying. And it's still as thick as ever, but that, coupled with aforementioned waves, makes for volume liek woah. Plus it bounces. I feel all cute and girly even when I don't do anything to it. Which is most of the time because I'm not exactly dressing up much these days.

Alan has started work at Kohl's and it sounds like he's impressing people there. Yay! He's got himself up to 40 hours this week so here's hoping they decide he's worth it and keep him at that level. I probably still need to find something at least part-time for myself.

Eek! Speaking of which, I need to go pick him up.
janetlin: (Default)
Things is good lately.

Morgan has started kindergarten and _loves_ it. When Alan and I went to pick her up after her first day (she had been staying at her Montessori school until six, but we thought it might be a long first day, so we showed up at 4:30), she and her classmates were walking across the playground in a very nice single-file line. "Mommy, Daddy, we're going to the music room, come with us!" No amount of us saying we were there to pick her up would dissuade her. She never even stopped or stepped out of line to talk to us or give us hugs or anything. Just Music! Now! and I got the feeling that there might be a Scene if we tried to remove her, so we went home and came back an hour and a half later. When we asked about her day on the ride home she said she was so happy that she almost cried happy tears. HAPPY TEARS for school! Oh, baby love, don't you ever change.

The weekend before school started I took Alan and Morgan to Great Clips to get haircuts, and since they were cheap I decided to take the plunge I'd been thinking about for a few months and get one, too. Fifteen inches later. Locks of Love should be very happy. Oh, and I discovered my hair is _wavy_! WTF where'd that come from? My hair's always been straight as a pin (though it at least takes a curl well for those times I bother to futz with it), and this late in the game I don't think I can blame post-pregnancy hormones. Anyone else's hair randomly do something radically different at some point in their life?

I have a little bit of remorse when I look at the pictures from Chimera and realize that my hair is now anachronistic for most of the games I'm interested in, but that's what wigs are for, right? Alan enjoys not having to fight with my hair to bite kiss my neck, which, you know, isn't so bad from this end, either. ;) And it's _sooo_ much cooler; I can't take heat the way I used to and even ponytails weren't helping much. Also, dude! I hardly use any shampoo at all now! Showers go so much quicker! And my hair dries like *that*! Well, relatively: it used to take a solid hour of blow-drying. And it's still as thick as ever, but that, coupled with aforementioned waves, makes for volume liek woah. Plus it bounces. I feel all cute and girly even when I don't do anything to it. Which is most of the time because I'm not exactly dressing up much these days.

Alan has started work at Kohl's and it sounds like he's impressing people there. Yay! He's got himself up to 40 hours this week so here's hoping they decide he's worth it and keep him at that level. I probably still need to find something at least part-time for myself.

Eek! Speaking of which, I need to go pick him up.
janetlin: (Happily ever after)
At this point I'm so far behind on my Friends page I'm not sure I'll ever catch up.

Nightmare Circle was fantastic. I didn't get kidnapped or sacrificed, but I very nearly did get a permanent derangement. Next time, Gadget!

Mom flew in on New Year's eve after a hellacious day of airport delays. Poor thing. Alan and I went out with two of his friends that evening and had _fantastic_ Italian food for dinner and then went up to the roof of a hotel in the city and stood by the pool with champagne while we watched fireworks shot off from Sky Tower. You know, this southern hemisphere in winter thing is pretty darn cool.

The only downside of Mom being here now is that the sewing is ON. Apparently on New Year's day she was stressing and I guess I must have somehow picked that up because I declined to stay and play some quick and dirty D&D with our hosts and [livejournal.com profile] dariyan and told Alan that we really probably should head home earlier than the vague evening-ish time we'd given his folks and Mom as our ETA.

The vests for the groomsmen are shaping up nicely. I'm looking forward to [livejournal.com profile] allova being here on Monday so we can get her bodice attached to her skirt and finally see if reality matches up with the image I have in my head.

We met with the photographer this morning to talk about which pictures we wanted taken where. Everyone _assures_ me that it will brighten up by the wedding (as we want most of our bridal party shots taken outside and if the grass is even remotely wet there's no way that's happening in my dress).

Two weeks today. Suddenly it seems much more imminent now. Like, it was, "la de da, it's not til next month, everything is cool" and now it's like OMG INSERT BRIDEZILLA HERE.

Honestly, though, I have absolute faith that everything will indeed come together beautifully. I just don't like this frenzy as a deadline approaches. This is usually the point at which I decide whatever is in the offing will either happen or not and I go stick my head in the sand until it all blows over. Three guesses as to how well that mentality serves me in regards to school papers. Yeah.

Speaking of which, I wonder if grades are posted yet...

One week til [livejournal.com profile] trustme1013 flies in, whee!! And the next day Dad and Rew arrive, and promptly turn around and swan off to the South Island to have FUN while Mom and I and everyone else around us goes batshit. How dare they.

I've been helping Alan do the gardening around his folks' house, to help earn money for his ticket back to the States. Time is, of course, running out for him to be able to actually fly back with Morgan and me, but maybe we'll only have to wait a couple/few weeks for him. Nice as it would be not to _have_ to wait, considering the usual gap between our trips is three to six months, this doesn't sound too incredibly bad. In the meantime it's actually kind of nice to help him, especially as most of it involves weeding and raking pine needles and then burning the refuse. Mmm, smoke. And I love the sizzling sound when you put something green onto the fire and the water in it flashes to steam.

Morgan is having a gas. She loves going swimming every day, and is proving she has her father's skin by developing a shocking tan despite how much we slather her with sunblock. I'm quite jealous. I spent fifteen minutes watching her swim a couple days ago and now have a sunburn on my right shoulder and upper chest. *&%#(^$ Scandinavian complexion.

Oh, speaking of Morgan, the latest cuteness: Apparently she found the flashlight Mom had tried to hide from her to keep her from running down the batteries. Mom was telling us about this and said, "I tried to hide it from her, but..." an shook her head, looking at Morgan. Morgan looks puzzled and says, "Why were you hiding it from my butt?" :) Ah, homophones.

Tomorrow is the family trip to the beach (IN JANUARY!!!) and Sunday Alan and Morgan and Mom and I are going to faff around in Rotorua while fruitbat_mum is at a croquet tournament, so the hustle bustle of sewing and gardening will be pushed aside for a while. Mom could use the break, though it seem a little hard for her to relax what with worrying about Grandma back at home.

Alan would like to use his computer before we go to bed (the audacity!) so I'll scoot off now.
janetlin: (Happily ever after)
At this point I'm so far behind on my Friends page I'm not sure I'll ever catch up.

Nightmare Circle was fantastic. I didn't get kidnapped or sacrificed, but I very nearly did get a permanent derangement. Next time, Gadget!

Mom flew in on New Year's eve after a hellacious day of airport delays. Poor thing. Alan and I went out with two of his friends that evening and had _fantastic_ Italian food for dinner and then went up to the roof of a hotel in the city and stood by the pool with champagne while we watched fireworks shot off from Sky Tower. You know, this southern hemisphere in winter thing is pretty darn cool.

The only downside of Mom being here now is that the sewing is ON. Apparently on New Year's day she was stressing and I guess I must have somehow picked that up because I declined to stay and play some quick and dirty D&D with our hosts and [livejournal.com profile] dariyan and told Alan that we really probably should head home earlier than the vague evening-ish time we'd given his folks and Mom as our ETA.

The vests for the groomsmen are shaping up nicely. I'm looking forward to [livejournal.com profile] allova being here on Monday so we can get her bodice attached to her skirt and finally see if reality matches up with the image I have in my head.

We met with the photographer this morning to talk about which pictures we wanted taken where. Everyone _assures_ me that it will brighten up by the wedding (as we want most of our bridal party shots taken outside and if the grass is even remotely wet there's no way that's happening in my dress).

Two weeks today. Suddenly it seems much more imminent now. Like, it was, "la de da, it's not til next month, everything is cool" and now it's like OMG INSERT BRIDEZILLA HERE.

Honestly, though, I have absolute faith that everything will indeed come together beautifully. I just don't like this frenzy as a deadline approaches. This is usually the point at which I decide whatever is in the offing will either happen or not and I go stick my head in the sand until it all blows over. Three guesses as to how well that mentality serves me in regards to school papers. Yeah.

Speaking of which, I wonder if grades are posted yet...

One week til [livejournal.com profile] trustme1013 flies in, whee!! And the next day Dad and Rew arrive, and promptly turn around and swan off to the South Island to have FUN while Mom and I and everyone else around us goes batshit. How dare they.

I've been helping Alan do the gardening around his folks' house, to help earn money for his ticket back to the States. Time is, of course, running out for him to be able to actually fly back with Morgan and me, but maybe we'll only have to wait a couple/few weeks for him. Nice as it would be not to _have_ to wait, considering the usual gap between our trips is three to six months, this doesn't sound too incredibly bad. In the meantime it's actually kind of nice to help him, especially as most of it involves weeding and raking pine needles and then burning the refuse. Mmm, smoke. And I love the sizzling sound when you put something green onto the fire and the water in it flashes to steam.

Morgan is having a gas. She loves going swimming every day, and is proving she has her father's skin by developing a shocking tan despite how much we slather her with sunblock. I'm quite jealous. I spent fifteen minutes watching her swim a couple days ago and now have a sunburn on my right shoulder and upper chest. *&%#(^$ Scandinavian complexion.

Oh, speaking of Morgan, the latest cuteness: Apparently she found the flashlight Mom had tried to hide from her to keep her from running down the batteries. Mom was telling us about this and said, "I tried to hide it from her, but..." an shook her head, looking at Morgan. Morgan looks puzzled and says, "Why were you hiding it from my butt?" :) Ah, homophones.

Tomorrow is the family trip to the beach (IN JANUARY!!!) and Sunday Alan and Morgan and Mom and I are going to faff around in Rotorua while fruitbat_mum is at a croquet tournament, so the hustle bustle of sewing and gardening will be pushed aside for a while. Mom could use the break, though it seem a little hard for her to relax what with worrying about Grandma back at home.

Alan would like to use his computer before we go to bed (the audacity!) so I'll scoot off now.
janetlin: (Miranda)
So Alan is back in New Zealand, and it only just now occurs to me that I never changed my default icon away from the one I generally use for "Alan is away." Morgan came in this morning and looked over at his side of the bed. Seeing it empty, she heaved a big sigh and said, "Alan is still disappeared."

I feel like I should be sad and gloomy, but actually I'm fine. I could maybe make myself cry if I tried, but... yeah. It just is. And that's not me _making_ myself accept it because it's what needs to be done. Well, honestly, that probably is indeed a factor. But I think it's mostly that I've hit that point in a relationship where all the high-flown melodrama just... blows away. Now perhaps I've just grown accustomed to his face complacent in these past two months, but last night we were both online, but we didn't really talk. It was nice to just know he was there, doing his thing and I was doing mine. I can remember a time not too long ago that I was frantic for every single second, I _had_ to talk to him. Late into the night, middle of the day at school, any time I was on a computer I fired up Messenger and was on the edge of my seat until I found out if he was on or not. I'd open my email to check for any "I love you" messages first thing in the morning, still in my pajamas, before breakfast or waking up Morgan or anything.

And I actually like this now. Because as high as I was whenever he was online or I had mail from him, I was that low whenever he _wasn't_ online. And now I've got some equilibrium, and it's pretty groovy. I think this is what growing up feels like.
janetlin: (Miranda)
So Alan is back in New Zealand, and it only just now occurs to me that I never changed my default icon away from the one I generally use for "Alan is away." Morgan came in this morning and looked over at his side of the bed. Seeing it empty, she heaved a big sigh and said, "Alan is still disappeared."

I feel like I should be sad and gloomy, but actually I'm fine. I could maybe make myself cry if I tried, but... yeah. It just is. And that's not me _making_ myself accept it because it's what needs to be done. Well, honestly, that probably is indeed a factor. But I think it's mostly that I've hit that point in a relationship where all the high-flown melodrama just... blows away. Now perhaps I've just grown accustomed to his face complacent in these past two months, but last night we were both online, but we didn't really talk. It was nice to just know he was there, doing his thing and I was doing mine. I can remember a time not too long ago that I was frantic for every single second, I _had_ to talk to him. Late into the night, middle of the day at school, any time I was on a computer I fired up Messenger and was on the edge of my seat until I found out if he was on or not. I'd open my email to check for any "I love you" messages first thing in the morning, still in my pajamas, before breakfast or waking up Morgan or anything.

And I actually like this now. Because as high as I was whenever he was online or I had mail from him, I was that low whenever he _wasn't_ online. And now I've got some equilibrium, and it's pretty groovy. I think this is what growing up feels like.
janetlin: (Happily ever after)
I took my car up the hill to our trusty family mechanic because it's doing funny things when it accelerates (and i have a very nasty suspicion it's a transmission thing). It's going to stay up there while I'm gone so they can do whatever needs to be done. So before I left town to do this, I called my brother to find out if he can drive me to and from work tomorrow. He said yes and we figured out when we need to be where, then he said, "hang on a sec," and handed the phone to someone.

female voice: Hi!

me: ... hello.

female voice: This is Megan!

me: Megan who?

Megan: {insert last name of super good friend from high school who kind of dropped off the face of the world and I always wondered where and how she was these days}

me: *inarticulate scream* ARE YOU SERIOUS?!!!

Rew in background: *laugh*

Megan: *laugh* yes I'm serious.

Turns out she's here - well, in one of the suburbs - and has a four-year old as well (all the cool kids are doing it!), and found Rew on myspace so he was at her house when I called him. Srsly I was about to turn my car around and drive to wherever they were. Oh. My. God. It will be so good to connect with her again.

Then after the car stuff I went and saw My Fair Lady at the Music Circus downtown (which was loverly), then came home and checked my email before getting a load of laundry done.


From: USCIS
To: janetlin
Date: Wed, 6 Aug 2008
Subject: Case Status Information for Receipt Number: buncha gobbledygook

*** DO NOT RESPOND TO THIS E-MAIL ***

The last processing action taken on your case

Receipt Number: buncha gobbledygook

Application Type: more gobbledygook letters and numbers

Current Status: Approval notice sent. (emphasis mine)

On August 6, 2008, we mailed you a notice that we have approved this {above referenced application type). Please follow
any instructions on the notice. If you move before you receive the
notice, call customer service.

If you have questions or concerns about your application or the case
status results listed above, or if you have not received a decision from
USCIS within the current processing time listed*, please contact USCIS
Customer Service at (800) 375-5283.

*Current processing times can be found on the USCIS website at
www.uscis.gov under Case Status and Processing Dates.
*** Please do not respond to this e-mail message.


Sincerely,


The U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS)


........ I..... um.....




EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

And other than that I'm still pretty much speechless. I forwarded it to Alan and he called me and we both just alternated stunned silence and giggling. So yeah.

*iz ded from squee*
janetlin: (Happily ever after)
I took my car up the hill to our trusty family mechanic because it's doing funny things when it accelerates (and i have a very nasty suspicion it's a transmission thing). It's going to stay up there while I'm gone so they can do whatever needs to be done. So before I left town to do this, I called my brother to find out if he can drive me to and from work tomorrow. He said yes and we figured out when we need to be where, then he said, "hang on a sec," and handed the phone to someone.

female voice: Hi!

me: ... hello.

female voice: This is Megan!

me: Megan who?

Megan: {insert last name of super good friend from high school who kind of dropped off the face of the world and I always wondered where and how she was these days}

me: *inarticulate scream* ARE YOU SERIOUS?!!!

Rew in background: *laugh*

Megan: *laugh* yes I'm serious.

Turns out she's here - well, in one of the suburbs - and has a four-year old as well (all the cool kids are doing it!), and found Rew on myspace so he was at her house when I called him. Srsly I was about to turn my car around and drive to wherever they were. Oh. My. God. It will be so good to connect with her again.

Then after the car stuff I went and saw My Fair Lady at the Music Circus downtown (which was loverly), then came home and checked my email before getting a load of laundry done.


From: USCIS
To: janetlin
Date: Wed, 6 Aug 2008
Subject: Case Status Information for Receipt Number: buncha gobbledygook

*** DO NOT RESPOND TO THIS E-MAIL ***

The last processing action taken on your case

Receipt Number: buncha gobbledygook

Application Type: more gobbledygook letters and numbers

Current Status: Approval notice sent. (emphasis mine)

On August 6, 2008, we mailed you a notice that we have approved this {above referenced application type). Please follow
any instructions on the notice. If you move before you receive the
notice, call customer service.

If you have questions or concerns about your application or the case
status results listed above, or if you have not received a decision from
USCIS within the current processing time listed*, please contact USCIS
Customer Service at (800) 375-5283.

*Current processing times can be found on the USCIS website at
www.uscis.gov under Case Status and Processing Dates.
*** Please do not respond to this e-mail message.


Sincerely,


The U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS)


........ I..... um.....




EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

And other than that I'm still pretty much speechless. I forwarded it to Alan and he called me and we both just alternated stunned silence and giggling. So yeah.

*iz ded from squee*
janetlin: (Hello Cthulhu)
As [livejournal.com profile] kiwifruitbat has so happily declared, his Valentine's Day gift to me has finally arrived.

"Arkham" and "Miskatonic University" from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, from way back when [livejournal.com profile] allova mentioned it in her entry. Oh I love my lad who indulges my geeky obsessions. He _says_ he ordered them for me before I posted my reply saying those were the ones I was interested in. They came with four sample sizes of other scents, two of which I actually kind of like.

I'm wearing Arkham at the moment, and it's a bit... cooler, and spicier than I usually prefer, but it has mellowed nicely. Miskatonic, just from sniffing the bottle, really does smell like coffee. Tee hee.

Oh, and of course it was shipped in bubble wrap, which Morgan saw me unpack. She comes into my room a bit later and looks at the empty space on my desk and said, "Where's the bubbles?"

I tell her, "it's gone."

"Did you put it in the garbage?" she asks, and I say yes. She gasps, "No, you're supposed to pop them!" as if I've committed some heinous sin. I laugh 'cause she's so cute when she's indignant, and she admonishes me with one finger, "That's the whole point." Oh, silly mommy.
janetlin: (Hello Cthulhu)
As [livejournal.com profile] kiwifruitbat has so happily declared, his Valentine's Day gift to me has finally arrived.

"Arkham" and "Miskatonic University" from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, from way back when [livejournal.com profile] allova mentioned it in her entry. Oh I love my lad who indulges my geeky obsessions. He _says_ he ordered them for me before I posted my reply saying those were the ones I was interested in. They came with four sample sizes of other scents, two of which I actually kind of like.

I'm wearing Arkham at the moment, and it's a bit... cooler, and spicier than I usually prefer, but it has mellowed nicely. Miskatonic, just from sniffing the bottle, really does smell like coffee. Tee hee.

Oh, and of course it was shipped in bubble wrap, which Morgan saw me unpack. She comes into my room a bit later and looks at the empty space on my desk and said, "Where's the bubbles?"

I tell her, "it's gone."

"Did you put it in the garbage?" she asks, and I say yes. She gasps, "No, you're supposed to pop them!" as if I've committed some heinous sin. I laugh 'cause she's so cute when she's indignant, and she admonishes me with one finger, "That's the whole point." Oh, silly mommy.
janetlin: (Beat your ass)
I have been informed by my brother that being lonely and miserable on Valentine's Day does not entitle me to join him and our other _single_ and miserable friends at Truelove. Boo them. Single _is_ lonely, right?
janetlin: (Beat your ass)
I have been informed by my brother that being lonely and miserable on Valentine's Day does not entitle me to join him and our other _single_ and miserable friends at Truelove. Boo them. Single _is_ lonely, right?
janetlin: (Happily ever after)
My new favorite picture of us. I'm not sure if fruitbat_mum was early or late for that kiss, but I still like it very much. Sometimes it's nice to have camera-happy relatives.

(Except I really must stop wearing strapless dresses when photos are being taken...)

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