They won't do anything.  It's more trouble for the credit card company to track the little SOB down than it is for them to eat $2000 of fraudulent charges.  So he'll go on to do it to others and the cycle continues.

I've become terribly cynical in my old age.   8)  

Yesterday I wore Kurukulla and 2, 5, and 7; when I was at Wal-Moo a fly was attracted to the sweet scent and would NOT leave me alone.  All hail the power of BPAL.  

Bright spot of the week:  

It's time to play the music
It's time to light the lights
It's time to meet the Muppets
On the Muppet Show tonight.

Season 1 of The Muppet Show is on DVD!  I loved the Muppets when I was a kid.  Still do, in fact.  I always had a crush on Kermit.    On the second episode Kermit sang "Lydia the Tattooed Lady." Kermie, Muppets, and a Groucho reference.  Who could ask for anything more?

Gorey is getting fatter and fatter and fatter.  He gets 2 cans of food most days and attacks it as though he's starving.  If I got July Gorey and put him next to October Gorey you'd never believe it was the same cat.  

My ends however, get rattier and rattier and rattier.  I'm being extra careful with them and hopefully I can wait till the new year and have an inch trimmed off.  I should have another inch of growth by then.  My hair averages 0.5 inches a month of growth, but it grows 1.0-1.25 inches a month for 2 months then nada for 2 months. I don't know if it's resting or working on thickness.  I'm guessing the latter.  My scalp also seems to have no problems sprouting grey hairs everywhere.  Sigh.

BPAL:  Zombi.  The weather here is awful--heavy, grey, cold, and wet.  Zombi alone (without the rose boost from Lucy's Kiss) reflects my mood perfectly.  I'm not sure what scent I'll wear to the wedding.  Santa Muerte, I suppose.  I was hoping my Halloween LE's would arrive but nope.

BTW, I ordered a lovely outfit for the wedding and Ulla Popken sent the skirt but said the shirt was out of stock.  It's an outfit, people!  Ask me if I still want the #@^%$@ skirt before sending it!  I have nothing to go with the bloody thing and it costs almost $10 to return it.    Worse, I have no time to order something else.  I have a long black chiffon skirt with a kicky ruffle and a black v-necked top covered with big orange roses picked out in gold.  It's much dressier than it sounds, really.  8) I asked Mom to call my aunt to make sure it's ok that I wear black but I haven't heard back yet.  It's really either this or my sushi skirt and I don't think that's quite appropriate.  Plus it's not like I'd be going in all black and would be mourning all over the reception.  The black-based outfit would look perfect with my Smoldering Fire Artistix, too.  I'll plan on it unless I hear differently.  

This is from a comic by Hilary Price.  It's supposed to be a flow chart, but I'll do my best.

How Cats Lower Your Blood Pressure

1.  Cat jumps on lap

2.  You pet cat

Track A                                             

3.  Cat purrs.
4.  Purring calms you.
5.  Blood pressure lowers.

Track B

3.  Cat swipes at you.
4.  You bleed.
5.  Closed circulatory system is compromised.
6.  Blood pressure lowers.

All of these years Bogie has just been trying to improve my health, and what do I do?  Smack his furry bottom.  I feel just terrible, I tell you.   

Gorey’s Song
(sung to the tune of Goldfinger)

Go-o-o-o-o-r-i-i-i-t-o!
He’s the cat named after a Tex-Mex snack
Has a fuzzy back

(meow meow meow, meow meow)

Such a Po-o-o-o-o-o-r-i-i-i-t-o!
Only gets two cans of food a day—
Why does he stay?

Scratched the fur from behind of each ear
Big mouth, but he really can’t hear
Broken tooth with which he will bite you
Then sneeze on your leg just to spite you

Go-o-o-o-o-o-r-i-i-i-t-o!
With his green goopy close-set eyes,
And loud, LOUD cries…

Yes, I sing to my cats.  Agatha used to have a theme song but it’s no longer valid since she’s no longer on the porch.

Low bun covered with a Halloween scarf.  It’s really too low.  It doesn’t hurt but I could only put in 3 Amish hair pins and it pokes me in the neck when I look up.

I started back on my vitamins.  I’m taking 2 Ultranourishair from GNC, a silica tab (I had some left over and don’t want to waste them), a milk thistle capsule, and 2 ginseng tablets since I read an article yesterday about a double (triple) blind study where they gave 3 groups of people either 2 ginseng, 2 echinacea, or 2 placebo a day; the ginseng group had fewer colds with less severe symptoms than the other groups.  Interestingly enough, the echinacea group was no better than placebo.  So it’s ginseng for me.  All CVS had was a multi-ginseng complex with B vitamins and Royal Jelly.  If it doesn’t stop my colds maybe I can make my own honey for my tea.

I added some powdered horsetail and some powdered black walnut hulls to my herbal rinse.  I’ve only been using them for a couple of weeks now and have seen no changes good or bad. 

I really hate my ends.  I don’t think they’re quite as bad as I think—I’m quite self-conscious about them—but they’re bad.  My new growth is very healthy (and slippery) but if I cut off all the damage I’d be back to shoulder length at the longest. I can’t do it.  I can’t go a year or longer without hairsticks.  It drove me crazy being at 25” back in February.  I just can’t do it.  I wish I had the intestinal fortitude but I don’t.  I’ll continue to slather on the shea and red palm oil and hope for the best.

BPAL:  Yesterday was Sugar Skull ’05 (5 sugars and fruit).  The label is a very nice version of the Anima Sola.  At first sniff this was sugary sweet with a tart undertone—quite nice.  On, it became very alcoholic.  Not bad, but not a work perfume at all.  I had several comments about it; one woman thought there was something burning.  It dried down to a nice sugary scent, but I’ll not wear it to work again.
Today:  Pumpkin Patch #5 (pumpkin, 5 woods, English Ivy, and Galangal).  Very pumpkiny right off the bat, with a buttery overtone.  ( I think that’s just my nose.  I read Beth’s pumpkin note as buttery.  That’s a good thing.)  By afternoon it had morphed to a dark shiny green smell which I assume was the ivy.  Now it’s ivy and a faint woody undertone.  Unusual, but I like it.

I love Ulla Popken!  I get most of my clothes from there.  They don't carry the stereotypical "fat lady" clothes,  and I usually get compliments on my outfits. 

Double yay for globization!  Without it, I'd still be stuck with Lane Bryant.  8)

Went to Wal-Moo last night.  I had to; we were nearly out of canned cat food and we all know that would be a tragedy of epic proportions.     They used to carry 3 different crocheting mags; then they dropped to two, and then to one.  Now there aren't ANY!  Arrrggghhh!  I'll have to drive 30 minutes up the road to the big Kroger to get my crocheting fix.  Bleah, blah, and bleargh on you, Wal-Moo. 

I bought a turkey club wrap while there for dinner and it was terrible.  I ate about 1/4 of it and rolled the passenger side window down to toss the leftovers out to the birds.  I hadn't rolled the window down far enough, though, and it smacked against the glass and disintegrated all over the car.  I cleaned it up last night, but this morning I found a piece of bacon in the passenger seat.

For Halloween I decided to dress as a gypsy rather than a wad of bubble gum.  I had to go to the store after work and I'd rather not go with a show tied on my head.  I wore a pink and white tie-dyed bandanna with a long fringed scarf wrapped around it and I wore my hair down.  It tangled something fierce and I had a terrible time with it last night.  I ended up breaking a few hairs  during the process, so I"m sticking to updos until further notice.

Still working on the ruana.  I'm not quite half finished.  If I can work uninterrupted by the 4-legged fuzzies, I could have it done by this weekend.  I won't hang by my left #$%$ till that happens, though.   

BPAL:  Devil's Night (the scent of autumn night, fires in the distance, with a touch of boozy swoon, playful sugar and thuggish musk).  Love the label, BTW.  Anyway, I was a bit apprehensive about this one because I tend to amp smoke and musk (I can't wear Black Rose anymore because I amp the musk so much I smell like a 1970's swinger with his gold medallions nestling in matted chest hair, double knit white leisure suits and an unfortunate tendency to call everyone "babe".  Totally disgusting. ).  It smells sweet in the bottle but as soon as I put it on it goes smokey.  That doesn't last terribly long and it's not too bad.  The musk is there but the sweet boozy note keeps it tamed.  I like it.

I've been wearing a rose bun lately (regular bun made with a 2-strand braid.  I still don't have enough length to make a braided bun.  Stupid thick stubby-braid hair.  )  My hair seems to be more slippery (slippery-er?) than usual and this holds better.  I even managed to keep the Wad o' Hair (tm) under control with my LL Forest Fire sticks!  Yay!  A new way to wear my shorter sticks.

I bought an Argus double-crimped titanium hair fork over at the LHC.  It's  a hair toy AND a weapon.  How economical.

Gorey wants Inside The House and he's being awfully @#$#$ stubborn about it too.  Agatha is threatening to hire a lawyer unless her demands--full access to the entire house and the immediate death of Bogie--are met. 

Sometimes I wish I'd gotten fish.

BPAL:  Trick or Treat (the smell of Candy Corn)  Very sweet.  When I first put it on it smells hot.  My chemistry must do that with sugar notes, because I did the same thing with Sugar Skull.  Yesterday I wore Pumpkin Patch #1 (pumpkin with apple cider and mulling spices).  It was a bit of a disappointment.  The cinnamon amped up and that's about all I could smell.  Not objectionable, but if I wanted to smell like cinnamon I can buy a bottle of cinnamon eo for a heck of a lot cheaper than a bottle of BPAL.

Yesterday it was grey, wet, and gloomy, but warm.  Today it's sunny and bright, but cold.

You can't tell me that's not sarcasm.