It's time to give these bottles the love they deserve! I ship from West Virginia. I use plenty of bubble wrap, tape around caps with electrical tape, and mail in bubble mailers. Shipping is $3.50 to the US with delivery confirmation. (I am happy to ship elsewhere, just let me know where in the world you are!)

I prefer to sell for now, UNLESS you have some Reflected Vulva. I covet more of that beauty and would potentially be willing to swap a few bottles for one of it.

Once upon a time, I had a ton of feedback on the forums, but as we all know - database still needs a plug-in. If you're concerned, I can give you references. I do have a feedback thread on the forum, but have only sold a bottle since the forum has been revived.

I'll hold things for up to 48 hours if you ask. If you disappear for longer than that after I have responded with my paypal address (and I'm on top of things), I'll remove "pending" from items.

Please comment here. Thanks for looking!
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BPAL
(all but one have been tested, a few decanted out of where noted)
13, 7/13/07 (pink label, green 13) - $16 (full to bottom of neck)
13, April 2007 (purple label, orange 13) - $14 (full to top of label)
Bilquis - $16 (full to top of shoulder)
Mabon 2010 - $14 (decanted out of once, full to top of label)
Occupy Wall Street - $14 (only sniffed)
Pruno - $5 (tested lightly off cap twice)
Sachs - $15 (decanted out of once, full to top of label)
Wood Horse - $18 (full to bottom of neck, only lightly tested)

Possets - $5
Inez (never used)
Kate (never used)
Liza
Santa Fart (has been tested lightly)
Titanium White (has been tested lightly)
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Everyone knows I love shinies. Love, love, love them. I have an unhealthy addiction to Wyrding Studios and ogle [personal profile] elisem 's goodies when she updates her sale post every week.

Well . . . in celebration of her birthday, she's having a blowout sale right over this way.

I strongly encourage you to go look and shop. If shinies are your sort of thing.
I have no idea why LJ would think it's okay to start indexing posts, but just in case . . .

Remove any and all posts indexed from this journal by/to Ljfind.
It's 2007 and I still have to suffer through chalk boards in my section classrooms.

Chalkboards.

I loathe them. So very, very much.
nedesque - synonym for gloomy.
I don't think I've ever had a chest cold hit me so hard and so fast. I woke up Friday morning with a sore throat. By Friday evening it really hurt. Yesterday morning I woke up really congested, with a sinus headache, and a cough. Today we added neck and shoulder aches and pains to the mix. Just in time for the quarter to start!

So I feel like dog shit. Just woke up from a 4 hour nap. Thinking of going back to bed for another.
Mom and I are in San Francisco.

Seriously, this is the last time I'm flying until the holidays. (I said that when I returned from Albany last week, forgetting about this mini-trip.)

We're staying in a great hotel right on Fisherman's Wharf. The weather is gorgeous, despite original projections of rain and clouds. We had an amazing late lunch yesterday on the water before we went on the Alcatraz cruize. We've both been wanting to visit since we drove through San Francisco during my Berkeley visiting weekend 4 1/2 years ago (jesus - time flies).

We're going to walk over to Ghirardelli Square, then probably wander along the Wharf. Have a nice dinner, then we fly back late tonight.

George sent the syllabus out yesterday - the quarter is officially starting. The class is Tuesdays and Thursdays, 10:30-11:50. Which is good, not too early. I won't know when my sections are until Monday. I'm desperately hoping one of the other two TAs is a morning person (most of the graduate student in my cohort are, so I'm shooting for probability here), because I may kill myself if I have to take the 8:30 section. Just saying. They're newbies still, and probably in classes, so maybe I'll convince them to take the earlier sections so that they have time in between that and seminar. Sections will be Wednesday and Friday. So, at least I'll have 3 day weekends.

I had really disturbing dreams last night. Luckily, I've lost most of it, but it had something to do with a serial killer making his way through my group of friends. I vaguely remember it being terrifying.

And I have a sore throat. If I'm getting sick . . . I may just have to cry.
I think it's time for a therapy appointment.
I just had an "oh yeah, I am fabulous and a genius" moment.

Sure, it was only because I just taught myself how to make a Pivot table in Excel, which isn't exactly brain surgery.

However, since I had been panicking about how in the world I was really going to convince my bosses that I'd been doing work for the last month . . . this is a huge sigh of relief. Means I can actually do some data analysis for them in the next week without looking like a complete fool. Hallelujah.

Data manipulation is fun. But you didn't hear that here.


On an unrelated note, sometimes I have days where I envy my sister's looks and personality. This morning was one of those "why did Erin have to get all of the pretty and cool genes?"

Yeah, it's lame. I know. I'm the old, ugly, dorky sister.

*Quickly ducks to avoid oncoming attacks*
Can't fucking sleep.
First day back.

My apartment is stressing me out. It's very . . . cluttered. My 'room' at my parents' house is so Spartan. And then I come back to all of my stuff. Which I love, but there's a lot of it. In a not-very-large space. But it's mine, so it'll be comfortable again soon. I tidied up a bit this morning, which already helped to make me feel better.

Apparently some of the clutter is not up to Mark's tastes. At least he wasn't a fan of my usual books-spilling-off-shelves 'organization' of my books. So he actually rearranged one of my bookshelves so that, while books are still stacked in places they probably shouldn't be, they're not spilling out of the poor thing. (On one of his visits to check in on the furbabies.)

Walked up to my favorite tea place for the first time since the middle of July. Gone for a month, then broken foot for a month. I missed the place. On the way back down, I stopped to 'chat' with a poodle (and his owner) that looked exactly like I remember Suzie looking way back when. Made me feel a bit nostalgic. I don't seem to see as many poodles her size. More often, I see the large poodles or the tiny toy poodles, but not the medium sized . . .

Then . . . I worked. For several hours. Mind numbing data entry, but it had to get done. I have a shit load of work to do before the quarter starts on the 26th (cries inside). So I'm trying to ease my way into it.

Out of the kindness of her heart (and from being tired of listening to me complain about my weight, no doubt), my mom ordered me a step. Out of the many occasions during which I've had a gym membership, the only time I went regularly was many, many years ago when I took step aerobics classes at some gym in Albany. It's the one kind of exercise I've been able to find that doesn't bore the living hell out of me. Probably because it's not too unlike dance - at least in the sense that you learn steps and routines during each class. So, once my foot feels back to normal, I plan to see if I can convince myself to workout at home a few times a week. We'll see.

Oh! The concert the other night. It was SO much fun! They played for 2 1/2 hours! *shock* For an old dude, Phil can still sing and play those drums. After a 15 minutes drum duo (with another guy who has apparently been playing with them for some time), I was tired for him. We had something like 13th row seats, which were awesome (and expensive). Mom and I didn't know every song, but who cares? It was a great show. I always love going to see bands like that - the crowd is always rather diverse, especially in age. The setlist, for anyone wondering:

Behind The Lines / Duke’s End
Turn It On Again
No Son Of Mine
Land Of Confusion
In The Cage / The Cinema Show / Duke’s Travels
Afterglow
Hold On My Heart
Home By The Sea / Second Home By The Sea
Follow You Follow Me
Firth Of Fifth / I Know What I Like
Mama
Ripples
Throwing It All Away
Domino
Drum Duet
Los Endos
Tonight Tonight Tonight (intro)
Invisible Touch

I Can’t Dance
The Carpet Crawlers
Tonight, mom and I are going to see Genesis.

Yep.

And I'm excited.

So if you feel like laughing . . . bugger off. ;)

Granted, it's not quite as exciting as it would be if both Phil Collins and Peter Gabriel were going to be there. However, I had a fangirl crush on Phil Collins when I was like 8. Yes, that was 18 years ago. But better late than never!

She claims we have good seats, so I'm anxious to see where they are (and how much she spent on them).

One of the many reasons I'm lucky mom likes to have a good time . . . Who else would I see old school cheesy bands with? (Or have buy me overly expensive tickets to see the Rolling Stones because she'll be able to go as well?)

Of course, my foot hurts. I should expect nothing less from my cantankerous body.
For those anxiously awaiting an update on my cervix. Oh, you know you were. )

So, I completely missed that it was September 11. Reflecting on the last 6 years, however, probably would have made me feel just as queasy, nauseous, and so forth as I felt yesterday afternoon. So we'll consider it remembered.

Back to Seattle tomorrow where, sadly, I will no longer be able to live in my fabulous state of denial. I have my TA assignment (constitutional law . . . *groan*), my office (at least I don't have to move all of my shit), the department fall reception is scheduled (two weeks from Friday), which means the quarter starts in slightly less than two weeks (wants to cry). This also means Shauna better get her ass in gear and do all of the RA work she's been pretending to do for the last month.

11:10am. Guess I could shower.
I've been rather terrible about updating over the last week . . . Ever since the "I love you, but casually" debacle, as it is now fondly being named.

So, the updates:

Friday morning, I saw the foot doctor. I just love rock star doctors. Appointment at 10:10. They fly into the room at 11:00. See you for 5 minutes. And leave. You wasted an hour of your time while they wasted none and made oodles of cash while doing so!

But I digress. They took some new x-rays. He said, despite the original difficulties with finding the break, it definitely was fractured. Showed me the x-rays and, indeed, it is! I expressed my surprise that I was allowed to walk in my normal shoes despite the still obviously visible fracture. Then felt dumb when he said it would take from 4-6 months for it to heel completely. The good news was that it was healing properly, nothing moved around as it did, and as long as the pain doesn't get worse I can never see him again. Joy. I should continue to refrain from heavy activity on my feet for another month and then take things slowly when I do. So, you know, no marathons for me for a long while. (Ha.)

Following the doctor, I did a bunch of running around which, unfortunately, ended my period of denial about tomorrow morning. Had to get my Xanax prescription filled (which required two trips to the pharmacy and a trip to the office to get a new prescription written because my original had already expired) and, while I was there, figured I'd stock up on . . . pads! Because, from what I hear, I'll need them for the next two weeks. I felt like I was 14 again at the counter.

On Saturday night, family and friends got together for a pre-wedding dinner. It was very Heather - at a casual Chinese restaurant/buffet! Then we stayed up in the Marriott lounge for a bit, drinking coffee and wine and chatting.

Sunday . . . Heather got married! There are two people in my life that I've known the longest - her and Sam - both from around 6th grade. She's the first to get married. (Not to rub it in Sam, of course. But hell, in the end, we'll have each other . . . ) Somehow, I ended up being the first at her house at 8:45 - and I even overslept and stopped for coffee. Heather was still in her sweats. Figures. While she was putting her dress on, the photographer showed up. So I made myself scarce for a bit and nibbled on a bagel while I drank my coffee. Slowly, the rest of the 'unofficial wedding party' showed up and it was time for some real photos. I have no recollection of what started the waterworks . . . it was probably during the photo of her and I (he took photos of Heather which each member of the party). So I got yelled at (for the first of many times) for setting others off.

We headed to the Marriott around 10:00 for the 10:30 ceremony. It was short, sweet, simple, and beautiful. When we got to the end of the aisle, waiting for Heather, I made almost-eye contact with Denis. His lower lip was quivering and he looked very close to tears. That was the beginning of my second round of tears. Then when the doors opened and Heather walked in, her father beaming (and if you knew her father, he's not the beaming type), and she was choking back tears. So I got worse. Walked back to find some seats. Somewhere around Denis saying "I do", I really lost it, and noticed people turning around to look at me. Oops. After Heather, Denis, and families exited and we started to leave, I announced that I would marry in an instant if I could find a fiance who would have such a difficult time choking back tears as he waited for me at the alter. Which made a few more people tear up. It made me so incredibly happy to see my best friend marry someone who looked so incredibly happy (damn near beside himself) to be marrying her.

Then, in the receiving line, I hugged Dale (Heather's mom). I started to walk away, turned around to give her a second hug, and then as I moved away again she started "You know, I still have those photos from that art contest in 7th grade . . . " And I lost it again. *sigh*

Tina the puppy showed up for some photos. Then we took more photos with the bridal party and so on. (I should add, John's boyfriend, Brett, originally wasn't going to be able to show. So I walked down the aisle with him. He wound up being able to come, but didn't want Heather to change things around for him. Joyce desperately tried to convince him and her otherwise, and then have me walk down with another female friend of Heather's - Lyndsey. She figured having three same-sex couples walk down the aisle before Heather would be . . . amusing. Ah, Joyce.)

The reception was really nice. A yummy brunch buffet, a toast in French that many of us couldn't understand, dancing (to which I was merely an observer - conveniently used the healing foot excuse), an ice cream buffet (which opened at the perfect time - right as Joyce and I were ending our LEEP discussion. She asked me about it at the table and we talked for a bit. For some reason, knowing she's already performed several of them in her second year of residency was comforting. I have no explanation.), and Heather and her father dancing to the Walker Texas Ranger theme song (because apparently he used to joke that it would be hysterical if that was the song they danced to at her wedding). Then we all filed over to Heather's parents' house to change into comfy clothes, eat more, and so on.

All in all, a lovely day despite the pouring rain. Heather is now a Mrs.

Without further delay, pictures. )

I slept in today, finally. I was exhausted by last night and actually went to be around 10. Had lunch with my mom's parents. Because I adore them. They seemed a little surprised that I wanted to take time out to spend with them. They're a huge part of the reason I want to come back to the east coast! (Of course, grandfather had to respond to that with "well, better not wait to long!" So I had to yell at him.) They never fail to amaze me. And make me feel incredible loved and at home.

Got a much needed pedicure.

Watched TV with mom while surfing the web.

Ate too much.

My stomach's feeling a bit queasy, but I suspect it's nerves. I know it's not supposed to be a big deal, but ...for the queasy... ). And I'm not looking forward to it. Dad also isn't really stoked to sit in a gynecologist's office during the morning, but he'll get over it. Then we already have plans for him to stop and get me a big bowl of vanilla soft serve with peanut butter sauce on the way home. Ohhhh yeah.

Suppose I could try to sleep. I am sort of sleepy.
In 24 hours, I should be done.

However, that does nothing to reduce my current anxiety level re: tomorrow morning.
I'm on the east coast. I suppose I should attempt to sleep since it's 2:17am here and I have an appointment with the foot doctor in the morning . . .
Well, that didn't help. I'm pretty sure my attempting to awkwardly talk about it had no impact on him and just made me feel more awkward.

Awesome.
Miscellaneous:

--> Maynard is on my lap, on his hind legs, with his paws on my chest, drooling so much it's dripping. Kinda gross. Kinda really fucking cute. Maybe he missed me over the weekend.

--> I think Hermione is getting annoyed at my leaving. I took the suitcase out this afternoon and she's been distant ever since.

--> Pet peeve: I don't care if women wear thongs. Their discomfort is their own perogative. However. I don't need to see it. I really, really, don't need to see it. I don't need to see it if you're a size 0 or a size 12. I need to see your ass even less than I need to see your thong. Pull your fucking pants up.

--> Pet peeve 2: Don't talk on the phone while you're waiting in line AND while you're ordering your yogurt. If you're the same person with the thong, I will find you doubly annoying. (In this case, she was.)

--> I don't feel like packing. I really, really don't feel like packing.

--> My apartment is a mess. My car is a mess. I still haven't brought the coolers in from the weekend, which is kind of gross. But there's only water, soda, and a few cans of Starbucks Double Shot in them. I just don't have the will.

--> I will be TAing in the fall. It's been two years. I am sad to see my schedule freedom go. However, structure will probably be good for me. Very good for me. This means this blog will soon become filled with my daily rantings re: undergraduates. If you are an undergraduate and you read this, please know that these are in no way personal attacks upon you, your intelligence, or your character. I will freely admit, right now, that I will have a few very good, bright, diligent students out of the approximately 50 I will have. However, and it's very unfortunate, part of their being great students is that they give me nothing to talk about.

--> What is the appropriate way to respond when someone you're dating throws the 'love' word out in the middle of a completely weird context, but for the very first time. Like, for example, let's say I'm sitting on the couch and, while removing the lid off a jar of jam with a knife (ah, skills), I fling it several feet away. The person I've been dating for 2-3 months now says something about how I have to brace it (they're jars of homemade jam - I've never really opened a jar like that before, I confess). I laugh at myself and apologize. He laughs. Casually: "You don't need to apologize so much. I love you." >awkward pause, during which I sit back and stare out the window in front of me.< "Um, you do?" >shorter awkward pause< "Sure." I proceed to burst into uncontrollable laughter, which probably wasn't the best response. But the look on his face and the tone of his voice when he said 'sure' were just . . . priceless. When I could breathe, I told him I couldn't wait to recount the story to my friends. "Oh, great." He probably didn't think I meant via a livejournal post, but alas . . . *shrug*

I guess I should pack. Simply postponing the inevitable.
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