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Monday, June 05, 2006
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For Fans of Thierry Mugler's Angel
Also....life stuff
If you love Angel, I really think you should try Cannabis Santal by Fresh.
FRESH
CANNABIS SANTAL EAU DE PARFUM - A forbidden blend of patchouli,
cannabis and rose, this sensual fragrance captures the raw energy of a
man and the desire for him.
Notes:
* Top: Bergamot, Brazilian Orange, Black Plum
* Heart: Patchouli, Cannabis Accord, Rose
* Base: Chocolate, Vetiver, Vanilla Musks
The
notes are pretty familiar, eh? I got a huge deja-vu when I smelled
it. Interestingly, this one is being marketed as a men's fragrance.
Just goes to show you, all the hoopla about men's fragrances and
women's fragrances is just a bunch of advertising. Wear what you want,
ignore the gender specs.
Overall? I disliked Angel, but I
rather like Cannabis Santal. They smell *very* similar - I put one on
the left hand and the other on the right hand to compare - but Cannabis
Santal seems to have all the sweet and dirty notes that Angel has while
still leaving an overall impression of clean. Like the difference
between fresh sweat and old sweat.
Seriously, I encourage you to
seek it out if you can. Don't buy a whole bottle right away, but try
to get a little sample or a decant from eBay or something.
~~subject change~~
As
for other areas of life, let me just say that Thursday, Friday and
Saturday of this past week have been just a huge pile of crap. I am
utterly disgruntled for a whole handful of various reasons and am
therefore I stayed home in my pajamas Sunday and pouted all day. It's
a long story, so here's just the very brief highlights:
1.
Found out, about 24 hours ahead of time, that I was supposed to be
attending an outdoor festival this weekend. Not really a bad thing,
just stressful. Also, there are guilt twinges about having the store
closed during hours when I'm expected to be there. I can't afford to
hire help to relieve me just yet.
2. Made it to the outdoor
festival. Then came the torrential downpour. All day, all night on
Friday. The girls and I got soaked to the skin, my tent canopy became
a huge water balloon that eventually exploded, soaking everything in my
tent. Cardboard risers, boxed soaps, everything.
3. Saturday
was sunny, at least. I removed all the cardboard risers, threw them
away as they were ruined (goodbye, $100), removed all the soapboxes as
they were also ruined, (goodbye, another $50) and set the soap out in
the sunshine to dry and possibly to sell, naked and soggy. People
surprised me by buying most of my stock anyway, even though it was
soggy. I *had* reduced my prices to super-cheap, though. ..
4.
Brought everything home Saturday night, and Sunday morning I opened
everything up and set it outside to continue drying so taht maybe some
of it could be salvaged on Monday.
5. Then it rained again. My
soap got soaked TWICE, damn it. And I got soaked again in the process
of carrying it into the house.
I'm pretty sure that there is a
message in all of this. Perhaps just a symbolic reminder to me that
I'm going to have to work hard and face adversity to be successful in
this, that it's not a gimme. Also, that I need a new tent with
zip-down sides. It would have completely paid for itself this weekend
alone.
So, Sunday the children were bribed with such healthy, well-adjusted pastimes as movies, junk food and computer games.
MisterX went a-visiting, so I was as wildly schlumpy as I wanted to be without any fear of guilt twinges rearing their heads.
Also?
Lorelei was sitting under the awning of a building today, and a little
baby bird hopped over to her, hopped into her lap and just stayed
there. She tried to give it back to the parents but they just attacked
it, so instead it came home with us. I think it's a starling. It
answers me when I make kissy sounds at it, and it happily chokes down
worms. Today I will call a wildlife rehabilitator and see if he can
take it, for I am DONE with babies for the forseeable future. I've done
my share of night feedings, thanks.
Update: the bird *is* a starling, and they won't take it. Congratulations to me, I'm a sucker...er, mother. We got it home and intiallly I put it in the mouse cage.
Mouse cage?
Why yes, mouse cage. See, Lorelei's ball python escaped a couple months ago. We got a replacement a couple of weeks ago. It also escaped. So, we got a mouse, hoping to lure either snake back. No go. So we had a pet mouse, suddenly. It escaped from the new cage on the first night, so when the starling arrived I put it in the mouse cage. Then the mouse comes scurrying out from where it has apparently been hiding for 24 hours and goes nose-to-nose with me, like WTF man, you're giving away my cage already? I just left for college this week and already my room is gone? So the bird had to be removed and put into a basket, the mouse got it's cage back, etc. MisterX gets home last night and says "the house smells like animals."
No shit.
9:34:26 AM 
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2006
Melanie Teegarden.
Last update:
6/29/2006; 3:36:14 PM.
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