impy: (halloween)
Some people do Christmas villages. Mom and I have (had?) a few pieces running around. Some people do Halloween villages. I've considered such things. But they're usually ceramic or something similar and are on the spendy side. To be fair, there's a lot of sculpting to be done and there's lights and animated bits and it can be a lot of fun...

But my broke ass fell into the Hyde & Eek Mini Mantle line back in 2019 and my little town has basically been growing ever since. It's much easier to store (they're fairly flat pieces of wood) and again, MUCH cheaper. I think I bought this year's entire selection for less than one Spooky Town Village building. But it wasn't until recently that I thought to look and see what they've actually put out over the years. In my head, it's mostly bright orange and black, with bits of bright white and pops of purple or green, with a lot of haunted houses and dead trees with silver moons.

Annnnnnnd that's not wrong. But I'd forgotten that the first year had more color and that 2020 basically tried to cram EVERY theme into one while 2022 had a very small collection, but they did make it count.

So. Let's peruse together. I shall be your guide, obviously. I don't think I'll be veering off into the Fairy Garden stuff they did for a couple of years, though future!me may point out the stuff that came out in both the wooden and little fairy garden plastic pieces.

We're gonna do a quick year overview with a little closer look at the stuff that isn't going to be compared with offerings from other years, then swing around and talk about the comps, k? If you want more detail on anything that isn't the misc comparisons, clicky.


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So. Many. Pictures. Even more blather. )


And there you have it. Did anyone ask for it? No. But sometimes once I have an idea, I either have to see it through or lose my damn mind.
impy: (this face means you idiot)
You know how you can tell it's summer? Because our AC is trying to give up the ghost. Please send good thoughts because I am not equipped to handle summer without AC. Please let the company that actually installed this beast be able to coax life back into it.
impy: tori from jackie's strength video (Default)
I hate feeling icky and not knowing why. Not even sick exactly, just... not well. Like I woke up with a headache, but not the caffeine headache, and I'm not sure if the weather's wonky enough to have prompted it, so... headache of unknown origin. And then other body parts started listing grievances. Which isn't fun because you have to try and decide if food is safe to eat but if you don't eat, you can't take the pain killers to knock out the headache and also what if the problem is just you're hungry and probably also in need of something for that headache? DECISIONS.

So, I eventually went upstairs and grabbed my comfy sweater that I tend to wear only when I feel gross in some way (chenille sweaters make my brain happy which helps with everything else), found a Nutrigrain bar and then tossed back some ibuprofen. Now my brain is down to a dull roar and I've got actual food in the process of being made.

I also read a bit more of the last of the books C loaned me, but our MC is still on the wrong side of 'realism vs what makes a good read in fiction'. Like yes, realizing aliens are real and among us and you're in the presence of one and dear lord, they can do what's basically magic is probably going to actually break one's brain, particularly if that person is very logical to begin with, but my god, man. Get with the program because right now you're really dragging everything down and I need you to be on Artemis Darth Vader's level, or at least on mine.


Most of my wayward mail arrived over the weekend, huzzah, and I meant to take pics but again, spent yesterday feeling blargh and that only got worse. Squishable Baby Mothman stuff is so cute, I need it all. I need one that I can balance on my shoulder or around my neck for weighted goodness, so get on that, guys.
impy: Sweet Valley Twins Jessica looking pissed in new glasses with the text 'someone is going to PAY for this.' (pay for this)
For the most part I like to think of myself as a relatively patient customer, but I am not loving the current state of my incoming orders because holy fuck, what is going on?

The only thing that's come in relatively on time was my CB membership, and that pissed me off because they misspelled my name. Depending on the label maker, it should've been frickin' cut and paste or at the very least just doublecheck the spelling. :/ I realize it is entirely unreasonable to be this annoyed at such a relatively small thing but dude, you took my money, the least you can do is make sure you spell my name correctly. >:/

Otherwise, my academic AG book shows no sign of movement, though I'm not quite as worried as I imagine their shipping isn't necessarily as quick as anything else I've ordered from.

My AG-proper order is just chillin' in NC for yet another day, but at least it moved at some point.
(it's supposed to be out for delivery today. We shall see what Fedex does.)

There's another order that didn't give me any tracking, so I dunno when it'll arrive, so I'm only twitchy a little about it.

But my Squishable order that I made in the first half of the month has shown NO movement at all since they allegedly printed the shipping label and maybe/maybe not handed it off to UPS. Meanwhile, this is the third day UPS has been like dude, we're totally delivering it today... even though it hasn't shown any movement out of California in like, a week. I'm a little miffed because I ordered Isa's gift the day before I made my order and it arrived on time and yet mine is still lost in the ether. I was hoping it would get here before Mom's birthday in case she liked either of my Mothman babies and wanted one. If not, well, no harm, no foul. I'd still be a little disappointed about them missing her birthday but not nearly as vexed if the shipping info showed any movement of any sort. As it is, it's kind of giving me the impression my package got lost in the shuffle of one of their sales, so each Memorial Day sale email pissed me off. :P
(they emailed last night asking if I minded waiting a little longer to see if it was just a case of the shipping/tracking info not updating while the actual package IS moving, and I said I could wait a little longer. I figure I'll give 'em til Friday to see if anything updates and if not, then I'll email them back.)

Can you tell my period arrived? Was the being ready to murder people a clear enough giveaway?

Oh, my other order is a nail polish preorder but that's not likely to even start shipping til maaaaaaaaaaybe this week, so it's not on my worry list. Speaking of polish, I've been debating sharing the nail polish world's latest two dramas because who doesn't love hobby drama.

And speaking of that, this morning I stumbled across a Reddit thread about this magnetic nail buddy thingamabob which I went ahead and ordered because they have a 25% code and the idea seems very promising, depending on the magnets. I'm not really sure why people always ask for 5 magnet things since...you can't do your thumbs at the same time anyway? And if you are, how the hell are you holding these things? Teach me your ways or accept that 4 is the better deal. I went ahead and just got the one (in purple, duh) because I'm curious as to how well it'll work. I'll let you know.
impy: TJ from Recess wondering WTF? (TJ wtf)
Someone really needs to smack me when I get ideas. Over on playthings, someone brought up An American Girl Anthology, which seems like it's...there. I'll be honest. I totally judge actual books by their covers. A shitty cover is hard for me to look past if I don't know anything about the book (sometimes you hear about a book before you see it, so the cover isn't doing all the work upfront). This, my friends, is a shitty cover. It's not the worst, but it very much screams I am a boring academic work that is going to spend a little too long navel gazing. But! In that same post, that same someone mentioned they went to the book tour (I...wha?) and then went ahead and read a few of the essays and their review thus far sounded interesting. Then someone ELSE mentioned that it's $11.25 with free shipping and um, I bought it. I'd considered, for half a second, buying the hardback when I thought that was the only option but for a much lower price, I'll hope the paperback is good.

Yesterday was a mixed bag. I spent the wee early morning hours devouring A Sorceress Comes to Call, which is really good thus far, but around 6am I started to feel decidedly not great. I still don't know what it was, whether it was nerves about Boa's vet visit or cramps or both, but it was not great. I did FINALLY get some sleep, but only for a couple of hours, and I credit that to the cat coming to bed and basically putting a firm paw on me and telling me to relax, she was there.

When I did get up, I was kinda excited because I remembered Bob's Burgers was supposed to have been back from its very long, no good, very bad (for me) hiatus. Yeah, the ep wasn't up on Hulu. Booooooooo.

So I gathered the cat and away we all went to the vet. She was decidedly not happy, but she didn't scream or do her possessed growl-bark, so there's that. We get there and after some unusual parking choices by Mom (I don't think either of us initially realized the spots right in front were actually parking places), we head in. Huzzah, we immediately are whisked back to one of the rooms to wait. The actual visit itself wasn't too long, and the time spent with any actual person was much shorter. They didn't comment on her weight this time (huzzah!) and basically just told her how cute she was and how pretty. Because she IS. ♥ She got her vaccines and only complained about one. I'm never sure what I'm supposed to ask when they ask, "Do you have any questions?" Like...no? I mean, I did mention at one point that she does eat pollen pods and that's not good, but that's not a question really.

Anyway, I pay and get the cat back in the carrier, which I did huff to myself about since normally the tech or the vet will do this so I don't have to be the bad guy on both ends of the trip, and it seems the least one can do when you've just charged me $200 for two shots and about 6 minutes of face time with a tech (about 1 minute with the vet). Still! Away we go.

Only the car won't start. And it's like, 2:30 in the afternoon in May in the fucking Bible Belt so it's hot. I call my brother and then head back inside with the cat so we can enjoy the AC. (Sidenote: near their thermostat was a sign that said "Are you d___? No? Then no touchie!" or something like that. My brain kept filling in the d word as drunk but it might've been an actual name as that'd make more sense.) It took about half an hour for him to show up, or at least for me to notice, and I stayed inside til Mom came in, hit the bathroom, and then held the door for the cat. I'm not sure whether we need a new battery or what, since the car wouldn't start-start but you could get the air/radio on. I guess we'll see if it starts this morning or not, and go from there, but I didn't have new car battery in my budget. Stormy, whyyyyyyyyyyyy. I had oil change and oil pan replacement in the budget instead.


Sigh. Made it home despite the fact that by 3pm the traffic suuuuuuuuuuuuuucked. BUT! When I settled in with my chips and dip (don't judge), the new Bob's Burgers episode was ready to watch, so there's that.

Alas, I woke up with a caffeine and weather headache and I'm gonna need the weather to stop fucking with my sinuses, dammit.

Oh, and the other bummer was that I went to get Boa's Gotcha polish and at first I thought I was just misremembering the name because when I pulled out the right bottle, it seemed to have pink glitters and I remembered it being a purple glitter bomb. NOPE. It was the right bottle, it's just that the hex glitters have bled/faded to pink. Booooooooooo. I lowkey kind of hate it now, but I'm hoping it either looks better on or that the glitter will continue to bleed/fade to silver. That I can live with. The upside is that in theory I think I have a dupe already but I haven't fished it out to look yet. We'll see if it's suffered a similar fate. It's also not quite the same as wearing the exact same polish. Le sigh.


To end on a happier note, my Olive Ave order arrived and the free gift was a new basecoat they're trying out. So I'm giving it a whirl and we'll see how it goes.
impy: Claudia and Stacey from The Baby-Sitters Club at the beach (just beachy)
In AG related news, right after I finally caved to the 2x the points sale before it ended, apparently there was a leak of the 2026 GOTY. Because AG clearly pays their IT people fucking peanuts.

Spoilers, obviously. )
impy: Lorelai Gilmore making her forks fight with the text 'Take That!' (crazy)
Y'all left me unattended again, so I went ahead and raided the new Sally Hansen Pride collection display at work. In my defense, I did only buy 2. But I did buy them totally based on how pretty I found the bottle and whether I could reach it or not. Grabbed the black (It's Giving) and the blue (Soul Searching). Annnnnnnnd apparently they're not really online, aside from basically a CVS listing, so I guess I'd still be waiting if I'd waited for swatches.

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Basically, this year's crop seems to have itty bitty flakies/shimmer and possibly some glitter. I cannot stress to you how much I hate this in the brown polish. It does not bring to mind good things unless you've always wanted to wear sparkly shit on your nails. I'm hoping it looks better actually on the nails because in the bottle it is very... weird.

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Have a crappy swatch wheel pic. The black is surprisingly opaque, as this is both in 2 coats. The blue will probably need a third when I wear it, but I am digging the kind of ocean/water vibes. I really did love the way this year's light blue looks but I know it'll look like ass on me, so I didn't buy it.

Was gonna blather about other things but I am now tired and gonna head to bed. Tomorrow is Widget's birthday. He shall be *does math* 24.

Oh, god. He's gonna be 24.

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impy: Claudia and Stacey from The Baby-Sitters Club at the beach (just beachy)
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Don't you hate it when you offer to take pics for someone and then someone else beats you to it? Well, I took the time so someone's gonna appreciate it, even if it's just me from the future. :P

I braved the sun, dammit! Anyway, here we have some pinks. Someone on Reddit requested a comparison of Holo Taco's Birthday Brat and Pahlish's Pink Pony Club, which just showed up yesterday. You might recall that when I picked it up, I said I thought it was the flakie version of one of my favorite pinks, so I added that to the wheel, and when looking for that bottle, I found another pink to compare.
L-R in each photo:
Great Lakes Lacquer The Last Hugs, Wildflower Lacquer Mind Your Own Biscuits and Life Will Be Gravy, Pahlish Pink Pony Club, and Holo Taco Birthday Brat.

Obviously BB and PPC are not dupes and aren't really all that similar at all beyond being pink flakie bombs. Brat is really, really cool toned and has holo sparkles thrown in, and the flakies are silver. PPC has an orange shimmer that helps it glow like crazy, but oddly enough not as much as Biscuits, which does read very orange-pink at times. I'd say PPC is the closest to The Last Hugs, and I'd go so far to say that it's the flakie version of that and not Biscuits like I originally thought when I bought it. The last shot is everything in one coat because sometimes you want to see that.


Need to fix my right index nail and then head off to bed because oh, my head keeps sending up warning flares.

oof

May. 5th, 2025 04:53 am
impy: (yikes)
AG revamped their rewards system, finally, and as a result they sent out codes which I briefly debated letting lapse but then decided fuck it, and picked up Isabel's journal and Claudie's first book in paperback.

tangent.
Not sure what the fuck's been going on with AG and their books, honestly. The switch to journals being included with the character dolls was... odd, but I can kinda get that. Use the journals to get them interested in the character enough to buy another book. Also, it masks the fact that most of these characters are only getting one, two books if they're lucky. I'm happy they decided to release them seperately from the dolls as well, but it's still weird in general.
But the fact that Kavi's book was ONLY available in hardcover and that it took so long for Claudie's second book to be available (or did I misremember that?), and the twins have their joint book in hardcover, plus the lack of digital books in general is just strange. Buying books from AG proper has never really been something I did, aside from those that came with the dolls or during a good sale, but that really good sale was almost always clearance. But the digital copies didn't stop me from buying physical copies (please see Melody), and I'm fine waiting on paperback. Claudie's I assumed was a bit of a stunt because they got a ~name~ for their author and they were milking it because it got them good press. But why the fuck were we waiting so long for Kavi's book and then it's been in hardback hell only? People weren't buying regular AG priced books, what makes them think they'll fork over double that for a skinny hardcover? Pretty sure there was a wait for the twins to get their book as well.

Gimme books, AG. It's not that hard. That's right, this is about me and my wants, dammit.

end tangent. for now.

So. Read the two I picked up and pretty much immediately fell for Isabel, the character. I don't see myself necessarily buying the doll as I still think the eyebrows were a poor choice but like, she loves the Spice Girls and has her friends turn on her. How could I not love her?

Claudie was also a damn delight, but I did have an issue with her book. While Isabel's was her journal, and thus I expected a lot to be left out, Claudie's was her first book proper. Yet nothing is resolved and we got left waiting for book two. I could be okay with this if not for the fact that the book is also really, really thin. Like AG was speedrunning through the story and... I don't know why, other than they've been gutting their books for years now. (AG, honey, baby, sweetie- the books are what sets your company apart. It's how people justify the insane prices; they tell themselves the books make these Educational, and therefor Better.) I knew in the back of my mind this was gonna happen as I think Lori mentioned it when she read the book but I also didn't fully know until it became very clear we weren't gonna resolve a goddamn thing.

Meanwhile, AG's gonna be showcasing their Historical Collector releases, with self contained stories. I'll freely admit that in this case, I'm firmly in the "the past versions were better" camp because it means I get more stories. Sigh. Uh, anyway. Basically, good story, hate that it's so short and that I need to buy another book to finish pretty much any of the storylines.

This of course prompted me to go ahead and grab the AG books I've been missing since I had a giftcard and needed to fix my SVT order anyway.

Well, that and work got real weird Saturday night. I can now cross stabbing inside the building off my work bingo card. Not entirely sure if that's wholly accurate, as I never did figure out if the guy got his light stabbing inside the store or right outside, but I'm counting it anyway.

Who knew I'd ever have to use the phrase "light stabbing at work"? Not me. I say light stabbing because from what I've been able to glean from A, it sounds like he got stabbed/slashed on his upper arm, so it's not like someone got gutted at work. (no, I do not wish to have to cross that one off, thanks.) But I also don't want to downplay the whole dude got attacked angle either because wtf.

short version in case you're curious. )

So, yeah. Comfort books, please and thank you.
impy: (minako: freakout good)
Just a little late with the official pics/links. Ah well. There's also a bunch of letter sticker patches but I kinda don't care about that. Sorry.

Historical Release! )
impy: Claudia and Stacey from The Baby-Sitters Club at the beach (just beachy)
Was waiting to see if we got an online release for this, but I'm guessing that'll be tomorrow. Anyway, new AG shit hit stores Monday or Tuesday. Ooh, ahhh. We're gonna concentrate on the historicals and if I'm less lazy tomorrow or this weekend, we'll look into the modern stuff.

Some new-new and some retreads. )

Anyway. I have plans to go for most of these outfits but we'll wait on the accessories before I make a mental plan to get them. Obviously with the way of the world and the dipshit in charge, things are subject to change. Oh, prices!
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When the cat isn't hopping up every 4 seconds, I'll hunt down the accounts I raided and link. Tired now.
impy: tori from jackie's strength video (Default)
Been quiet because I've spent most of the last two weeks trying to help kinda train a new overnight SFL, and the one night I wasn't semi training (as much as one can when one is a minion), I was literally fighting fixtures in an attempt to reset a section. I still have NFC how one actually is supposed to move the bars for the hair needs section because eventually A and I literally shook them (hence the fighting) til they came out and even then it was almost always a two person job.

New to the overnight SFL is nice but she sets off my anxiety with her own. Like she spent an hour complaining about not knowing how she was going to get something done and it was like, ma'am, in that time you could've been halfway through the task. I get that bitching is an important part of the job (it really is. Spite fuels me.) but some things cannot be avoided.

I also learned that some things should not be avoided. One week she took the frozen/cooler stuff in and took all the stuff off the uboats inside their respective areas even though she wasn't putting them up on the shelves. The following week she was going to just push the uboats in, which made sense to me, until I learned that pushing three uboats FULL of frozen stuff is impossible when
a) Coke hasn't pushed their cases of products back far enough
b) the freezer floor buckles in FOUR GODDAMN PLACES

My arms and shoulder have still not recovered from trying to shove two uboats uphill over those four spots of doom. Both K and I nearly tripped and fell over the floor buckling places so what the actual fuck, work? And this was while the freezer was mostly empty, so imagine it when it's full with ice and food? The fuck?

It was empty, btw, because the freezer died. I don't think they actually fixed it properly either.

Well, that was a tangent. )
Anyway, newbie means well but I think got broken over the holidays and has reached burn out and has not yet had third shift fill them with hope. Probably because third shift is getting way too much pressure for how small it currently is.

Oh! And did I mention that apparently the other 24 hour store got robbed and our phones up front haven't worked for the better part of a month now? I feel so safe.


So... I come home, will my knee into working again (this is hit or miss), and basically disassociate until I go to bed.

I did hit up the Holo Taco sale Saturday. Got the new collection because with LE HT one could always, in theory, destash if one doesn't like. And I don't think I dislike any of the polishes and I'm super intrigued by the orange and the pink. (Disco Inferno and Bless Your Heart, both of which also have great names.) I was relatively restrained on the rest of my order, opting to pick up a few colors that have been haunting me, the Born Ugly shade because it was still available, and some base coats. Peely to try and use to stop bleeding on some purple polishes from other brands, the pink smoothing base because it was a reward and thus free, the hand cream because I was curious, and the clean up brush because it's the one HT tool I've heard people say is worth the markup. Some orders come in and look beautiful together... some will look ugly as fuck. That's gonna be this one, honestly. But there will be some pretties and hopefully some useful stuff.


Finished that e-arc of a book from LT that was driving me bonkers. I hate it when I want to know how the story ends but want to kill the main character.
impy: Lorelai Gilmore making her forks fight with the text 'Take That!' (take that)
I went relatively light on the Mooncat sale (thus far, it's still ongoing) and to celebrate, I then went ahead and looked at four other polish companies to see if they spoke to me. D'oh. In my defense, two mentioned that due to the mf'in tariffs, their prices and shipping are going to go up after their current (now over?) sales. Oddly enough, I did not wind up purchasing from either of those brands, though I do still love them. I'm not sure I'll be able to justify either in the future though, price wise.

Because future!me will wanna know: Olive Ave didn't have enough colors I wanted (in stock) to hit free shipping and none of the instock colors have been haunting my dreams, so I decided to hold off. I don't love cremes as a general rule, though I am currently wearing *counts* 5 OA polishes and they are actually some of my favorites. Four of them are repeat wears and two of those are like every year since I got them. I seriously debated getting those two in the better bottle/brush formula, but again, couldn't justify that to myself. (If you're wondering: Aster, Cornflower, Lilac, Peony, and Sunshine are my go to Easter colors. Well, Sunshine replaced Lemon Blossom because it's got a better brush.)

The other one was BKL, which tempted me more than OA. However, when I was playing around with my shopping cart, I got cartjacked a few times and decided that I didn't NEED any of the colors I'd found and that my luck with BKL mysteries as actual mysteries has rarely been good. I'm not someone who generally believes pruglies are actually pretty, thank you, and BKL loves a good prugly. The rest I will either roll the dice on being available later or I likely have something close enough already, possibly already from the brand. Especially since I had to stop myself no less than three times from adding a color to my cart that I already own, and another two I'm kinda thinking I own. Like OA, had a couple of shades I truly wanted still been available, I would've likely caved. But they weren't... so I remained good.

Debated seriously on one of the new shades from Bluebird as it is STUNNING (But Did You Dye?)but I didn't really want to buy just one polish and then have the shipping and taxes and whatnot on it. Also also, I'm telling myself I likely have at least two Bluebirds that are very close to that already. This is the one I'm most likely to just circle back for, but I'm trying to be good.

Particularly since I was not good when it came to Pahlish, which wasn't on sale. However, I got notification that Pink Pony Club was back in stock annnnnnnnnd um, I've been lusting over that polish for entirely too long. I don't even love pinks and it's just so damn pretty. ;_; You can't expect me to say no to something that's giving serious metallic vibes even if it's not metallic in any way. I just... I can't say no. I think it's basically the flakie version of WFL's Mind Your Own Biscuits and Life Will Be Gravy, though I'm hoping the orange won't be as strong. We will find out because I caved. In my defense, Biscuits is one of my favorite pinks, so a flakie version isn't that crazy for me. I picked up a few others, including two actual mysteries, so we'll see how that order plays out. I might've held out just a bit more had I not also fallen in love with Ancient Realm. Oddly enough, it reminded me a bit of Mooncat's Flight of the Monarchs, which I had on my list and then took off because it's always on both the "you have to have this!" and "most disappointing!" polish lists for the brand. Always. Every time. It's almost impressive. However, what kept me from buying Monarchs isn't going to be in play for Realm, as I really like Monarch when you can get the purple shift and I'm not expecting that from Realm so... the margin for disappointment error is lower, I think.

Now, let's circle back to MC. I wound up buying (not linking except for one):
Venus Flytrap, This is a Storm Warning, Pandemonium, Imperial Stormtrooper, Star Destroyer, A Galaxy Far, Far Away (for Cass), and Dark Horse. Dark Horse got stuck in my head after someone did a swatch comparison of it and a few other polishes and the listing there doesn't do it much justice, but damn did it look pretty in the swatch video. And that person's swatches are usually pretty reliable so I have hope I didn't just buy a pretty in theory but dud on the nails polish. We shall see! I debated House of Hades because it's literally the first MC polish people recommend every single time, or if you ask "what's a good polish?" you will find 1500 comments all saying HoH! Thing is, it also shows up on the disappointing lists a lot, for formula issues. Sooooo.... eh. I also have a flakie sapphire blue bomb that I love to bits and do I really need another one? I mean, probably not. Did that stop me from buying its red sister? No, it did not. But Pandemonium doesn't tend to show up on the bad lists for anything other than "didn't realize there was orange" even though the pictures show it, the description mentions it... The only Star Wars polish I was tempted by originally (this did change, obviously) was Star Destroyer and I swear, it sold out almost immediately, so this time I took no chances. In the meantime, I'd fallen in love with Stormtrooper, and Cass seemed gaga over Galaxy, so I went ahead and bought it for her. I might ask her if I can swatch-stick it before she runs away with it, but that'll be for science as I have realized I do not really like flakies in my magnetic polishes.

Now we just await the HT sale to see what calls my name. I need to see what, other than the Royalty release coming out Saturday, is not part of the sale so I can plot properly. I'm at the point with HT that short of LE polishes, I'm trying to wait for the sales or LE drops. I guess the upside (?) is that the Royalty sale is both a LE drop AND a sale.

la.

Apr. 14th, 2025 08:30 pm
impy: TJ from Recess wondering WTF? (TJ wtf)
Finally got around to cutting my hair. I think I did pretty well, but I just washed it, so we'll see if I messed it up and just didn't realize it. Took a good 3 or 4 inches off, which takes me from 'don't lean your head back when sitting down or else' to normal long hair. I considered shorter but figured I could always cut more off later if I wanted.

Watched the bats fly around this evening. ♥

In a reading slump because the book I won on LT is... not great? I'm not sure how much of this is because this is very clearly a reviewer's copy with errors and how much of it is ESL and how much is just this is an interesting idea in desperate need of an editor to shape it into something workable. In my defense, I thought I was requesting a graphic novel (the cover looks like a graphic novel cover, I'm sorry, it just does) and things that might drive me bonkers in an actual novel aren't nearly as bad when there's cute art. It is, obviously, not a graphic novel. I think I also hit the age where reading books where the teenagers really do sound like teenagers (self absorbed, rude, obnoxious, whiny, and all too caught up in their romance du jour) without any of the redeeming qualities is just not it for me. Not sure it ever was, but at least those were fun. How is a book where the main character finds she can turn into a cat and her friend can turn into a dragon not fun?

Off to figure out dinner and see about my Mooncat and Holo Taco wishlists, as both have their sales coming up. (Friday for Mooncat, the 26th for HT)
impy: tori from jackie's strength video (Default)
I've been relatively quiet the last week or two because I spent most of last week having what felt like one long panic attack anytime I was at home. Which is a change since work is usually the trigger and I'm still not sure what the fuck that was all about since not every night last week was stressful but try telling that to my brain and body, I suppose.

Turns out though that clearly I am PSYCHIC because yesterday after work, when I was feeling nice and almost relaxed for the first time in I don't know how long, I check FB and immediately regret it once I start reacting to various things Cass sent and she pounces on me with me needing to grab my phone because we need to talk about them.


D's getting laid off at the end of the month and he's who we get our fab discount from (since we're on his plan) but he's known for a week that this is happening and also because it's happening, everyone needs to pay off their phones before it does. And because I was an idiot last year when I got my new phone and didn't immediately pay for it all upfront, I now basically have to come up with *ungodly to me sum HERE* in like, three weeks. I went ahead and figured out about what it should be but Cass is getting the actual amount once she manages to track him down. She's not thrilled, and neither am I, that he's been sitting on this for a week and we'd still be in the dark if not for her mom mentioning it to her. I get that he probably does NOT want to talk about having to find a new job and being laid off, and I would respect that at any other time, but I also cannot just pull that amount of money out of my ass with no fucking notice. As it is, it's gonna be interesting.

So I pretty much went into a money related panic spiral and did not sleep at all well once I could finally get my brain to shut the fuck up long enough to crash. I spent the night being exhausted and tonight isn't looking to be any better on the work front.

Yay. Actually, work was fine last night for me, but that's because daytime didn't do enough totes to make it possible for me to actually be able to grab any of the ones I might've been able to do, so about halfway through my shift I stopped being able to work on truck and just transitioned to making my half of the store look beautiful. But I'm gonna pay for that tonight because all those totes I couldn't get to are still gonna be waiting for me. Boo.

Need breakfast and to fix my nail and then SLEEP.
impy: Pretty Little Liars Emily holding a coffee mug, looking super sweet. (PLL: Emily Sweet)
*yawns* Ugh. Since Widget's accident, I have had the absolute JOY of stepping in and doing a fair amount of the dishes. I've tried to be better and make sure I do them in the morning after I get home before I get too settled in and don't wanna move anymore. This is helped greatly by listening to something, preferably an audio book that doesn't require my full attention. So for the last couple of weeks I've been going through the Theo books because I assure you, my brain is not needed for them. Well, one was only available in audiobook for some reason and that's what sparked the realization that so long as I'm mentally elsewhere, I can handle dishes.

Which is a big thing because I fucking hate doing the dishes. Still. I bought some sponges at the Teeter yesterday after work and I've gotta remember to see about the Dawn spray thingie I like maybe being on sale somewhere. I didn't buy it at the Teeter because the spray bottle itself wasn't on sale but the refill was, but I didn't know if Widget chucked the bottle we had. (He did.)

Tis Spring officially, so I'm doing some cleaning in between my various low level games that take forever because who the fuck decided grinding needed to happen in EVERY game? Ugh. So, the pile of bedding that's been in front of the washer since Widget's accident got done (well, it's in the dryer and I think his quilt should have another go round just in case) and I'm washing my shower curtain liner until I remember to buy a new one. Cleaned the toilet, praying that doesn't upset the universe, and trying to avoid whatever I did before that prompted the headache I woke up with.


Speaking of sleep (kinda), I had the weirdest dream that you're gonna suffer through because I'll make it short and it involved the Golden Girls. In said dream, they were doing a reboot or something, which made everyone over a certain age scream in frustration. But then the promo for the show starts and it's the most AI shit my brain's ever come up with, as you have Sophia pop up and say hello. And you're thinking, "damn, did they just hologram Estelle Getty?" at first, but then you look a little closer and no, just a very similar vibe. Blanche was the most ~off~ in looks and it was not ignored in the dream how weird it was they were basically trying way too hard to clone the original. But interacting with the characters was fun and also made me realize that I was definitely raised in the South because they were all Miss Sophia/Blanche/Dorothy (didn't come across Rose) and about the time I woke up, someone was trying to figure out why a giant segment of the fandom was calling them Aunt Sophia/Blanche/Dorothy. Mostly though, I just remember Sophia saying hello in a similar way to one of the customers at work does. Kinda like a hug from my brain, actually.
impy: TJ from Recess wondering WTF? (TJ wtf)
How is it possible that even with offloading the site duties to Shopify that AG's site is still wholly unable to function as promised? HOW? It should not be this hard to give a company my money, dammit.

When I bought Punzie last month, it was during one of those extra points timeframes and I did so with the intent to use THOSE points to buy Summer. AG ran a St. Patrick's Day sale this weekend and I hemmed and hawed over whether to bite or not and then somehow this afternoon I crashed hard and woke up late. I'm not sure if the sale prices that said 20% off applied in cart! ever worked, but they never did when I tried. Boo and bullfrogs. I originally just walked away entirely but then the part of my brain that needed caffeine finally started to wake up and said, "hey dumbass, try one more time because I don't think it applied your rewards properly." Yeah, it hadn't, so I tried one last time and voila, Summer's price went waaaaaaaaaaaay the fuck down so she's been bought. Kinda mad the other prices didn't work because there's actually some stuff I was willing to throw down for at this point. I suppose they just saved me from myself since I still haven't taken Punzie out of her box.


Depending on my how my elbow/shoulders are doing, we might finally catch up on the AG stuff I've been slacking on sharing.

I am also considering hunting down the AG books I haven't read/don't own. We shall see.

picspam!

Mar. 17th, 2025 12:30 am
impy: (Charmed)
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Tis March, so I go all in for greens and golds for now. I've tried to remember to take pics of the polishes, even if I don't remember to share them, so here we are.

First one is:
pinkie and ring: Wildflower Lacquer's Kermie. It's this really soft green with a vibrant pink shimmer and I love it, though not necessarily for my St. Patrick's Day greens.
middle: ILNP's Empire topped with Zoya's Vienna. Vienna's got some chonky glitter and works better as a topper, and since Empire doesn't have holo they help each other out.
index: Zoya's Lucky. A thiiiiiiiiick green glitter with golden shimmer. Thiiiiiiiiiick. Also holo.
thumb: I Get My Tea From Lady Whistledown by Wildflower Lacquer, topped with Olive Ave's Hail. Hail's a scattered holo topper and it's so dainty and pretty and I love it on all the things. Tea is a lilac with a blue shimmer and it's so pretty but lilac looks like ass on me. Woe. Despite that, I have every intention of wearing this combo again once St. Patrick's Day is done.

Second pic:
ILNP 1Up. I think of it as a grass green linear holo, though there's at least a couple of Reddit posts that make it look more vibrant than it is. That said, the holo flare is definitely something to behold. It also held on for forever.

Third:
Current lefty (and will soon be mirrored on my right now that Kermie and Co have mostly left the building) is BKL's Area 51 as it's my favorite green and ILNP's Happy Hour for the accent nail. Area 51 dries matte on its own, but I usually gloss it up. Happy Hour isn't quite the gold I was going for, but it is a pretty holo. Not sure if my right hand is getting HH or if I'm going for Empire since it's down here and easily grabbed.


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Spent part of last weekend keeping the swatches current after I grabbed a few of Olive Ave's offerings and found some clearance OPIs at work. Because I cannot say no to a buck for polish. Not pictured, but I picked up Exotic Birds Do Not Tweet, which is one of the only OPI names I can remember unprompted. Huzzah!

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Thursday night I was obnoxiously hyper about the lunar eclipse. :D

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Adora Boa is the cutest cat you know-ah. It rhymes, it must be true.


Ugh, one of the downsides to the weather headache finally going away is that I get all sleepy once that happens. Body, we slept the afternoon away in a nice snooze. We do not require more sleep yet. (Body says no, we slept for a couple of hours nicely and then the headache moved in. Rude.)
impy: (eye roll)
Ugh, I hate spring for so many reasons but the biggest one is that after I turned 30, the weather has basically taken a baseball bat to my sinuses. Allergies became a thing and spring (don't give me that shit about it technically being winter still. I live on the coast, this is spring. The tourists from the midwest are already here enjoying their pretty weather.) rainy days run a serious risk of making it feel like my face is going to fall off or explode. Some rainy days are lovely and I can enjoy them without a care in the world, assuming I hadn't needed to go out and do anything. Other rainy days are basically spent with me trying to calculate how much time I have before the Benadryl coma comes into play, or if I can even play that game at all. Like last night I went to bed early, hoping that when I woke up my low level headache would go away. It did not. It got progressively worse and while I did worry I'd mistimed my caffeine (to be fair, I probably did), I know for a fact it's a sinus thing because when I flung my arm over my eyes and whined to the cat about the state of my face, it immediately felt better.

So just go back to bed with something draped over your eyes now that you've drugged and caffeinated yourself, you might say. I cannot. Widget has PT this morning and for some reason my brother scheduled the appointment but didn't do so for a time he was willing to do the driving. I don't know why. Maybe there wasn't much of a choice, maybe Widget chose, maybe something else I'm too out of it to think of. It ticks me off that his parents do less than the bare fucking minimum and want a goddamn parade for doing that much, and will act like they do so much meanwhile Mom's the one making him milkshakes because some well meaning nurse made a comment about milkshakes being the best medicine, and I'm washing his hair and it's just argh.


Dunno if you know this, though I bet you do, but he is not a good patient. I understand that I do not fully understand how much it sucks to break your wrist and dislocate your elbow in a way that's unusual to the point that when you go in for your MRI at the place that specializes in MRIs they can't do it because they don't have a coil long enough to accommodate the splint setup you've got going on and trying to do so with a shorter coil would fuck your elbow up again. I don't. Of the two of us, my brother broke more bones and I think his were mostly his collarbone, twice, and a finger or two when he tried to punch me and I sidestepped it and he hit the cabinet or fridge instead. (Seriously, one day he's gonna tell that story and it will finally click in his head that his broken fingers do not make him the victim of that story. They just illustrate instant karma.) I'm the one who had to have their baby teeth pulled because my teeth were/are weird and didn't come in quite right. So no, I don't know the joy of a fucked up arm, nor do I really care to know it, honestly. I feel bad for him and I understand that his injury means he can't do a lot of stuff I'm used to him doing and a good chunk of the stuff he WANTS to do. But pity parties in the common areas are to be kept short and with a minimum of attitude.

Anyway, tl;dr: Spring weather hit me in the face with a cast iron skillet, Rapunzel style, and I'm being dragged against my will to Widget's PT appointment so I can't even coma myself for awhile to be free of the pain.
impy: Pretty Little Liars Emily holding a coffee mug, looking super sweet. (PLL: Emily Sweet)
I'd planned on coming on and commenting like crazy but right now my brain is on pre-caffeine withdrawal headache pain and my attention is oddly scattered for someone who has been awake for all of an hour at this point, at most. Hopefully my brain will quiet down and the caffeine will hit soon. Until then, I'm going to try and focus my thoughts on mini reviews here since I gather Goodreads is included in the Amazon boycott.


First up, my most recent read:
The newest BSC graphic novel, Mallory and the Trouble With Twins. It's cute as hell and while I'm not 100% in love with all the art at all times, it works for the most part. Due to hormone craziness I actually kinda teared up at some points because I do love me some Jessi/Mal friendship. I did wonder though, about a couple of things.
1) Why is Mal getting a haircut such a big deal? Her hair is literally longer than all of her siblings and Vanessa has short hair (and also somehow looks older than Mal in the shot of her reading). I'm assuming this is meant to be because it's not the cut but a ~style~ but as is, in a visual medium where you see everyone else in the family has more than a passing acquaintance with hair sheers, it's weird as fuck.

2) How did kid!me not understand piglatin? Did the original book explain it differently or is it just kid!me was dumb as hell? :P

3) Mal is never beating those lesbian rumors when this is her first official Introducing Mallory Pike look:
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Annnnnnnnnnnnd I'm not sure how to feel about them not really updating the piercing pagoda type trip to the mall for piercings for the girls. On the one hand, I do not want to wade through any think pieces on this in the future because by now the general consensus is you get your kid's ears pierced from a professional in a better setting than the mall. On the other hand, there is something stupidly nostalgic about going to the mall to get one's ears pierced. I don't really remember where they got their ears done originally, other than it was at the mall, as kid!me just imagined it was basically Claire's.



Hemlock House is the follow up to Liar's Beach and is one I enjoyed both more and less than the first book in the series. Less because prior to the events of LB, Linden (our main character) and his gf at the time, Greer, are involved in a ~mysterious~ accident that clearly fucked Linden up physically (he's still recovering throughout the entirety of LB and it is a plot point since he's on athletic scholarship to his prep school) and that we don't have resolved by the end of LB. In Hemlock House, Linden and Greer are both at Harvard and in the process of maybe-definitely rekindling their romance. Which is weird because my brain had Linden and Holiday, his childhood BFF and obvious match already paired up. Apparently not though, given that HH goes out of its way to make it obvious that Linden is oblivious as hell to how Holiday feels, as well as his own emotions.

There isn't a ton of callback to LB, so you won't be spoiled if you read them out of order, which is always a bonus. I'm torn on this one though because I'm not sure if this is how other people read it of if it's a me issue, so there's your warning.

A big chunk of the book involves Linden wanting to get back together with Greer, but despite showing up on page a fair amount, I never gave a shit about her. Part of it was because I was already rooting for Holiday to come and claim her idiot and part of it was because Greer felt like she was still not really into Linden... or much of anything. She felt very cardboard cut out, moved from scene to scene but without much to interest me at all. The ONLY time I felt much at all for her was her calling out Linden saying it'd be a real dick move to chase her all semester, only to break up with her right before finals. Which, y'know, fair.

That said Spoilers. Obviously. )

I did get two random flashbacks to the Evil Twin, when Linden sees Greer and her suitemates embracing and thinks to himself that they look like a statue. Which is what Margo thinks when she spies on the three Wakefield kids after the night on the pier when she killed James. It's weird they did this twice, btw, but this is also the same book that never missed an opportunity to mention how glossy Greer's hair was.


And finally we come to the one I'm either gonna rant about for awhile or just say eh. Not sure which. Lemon Curd Killer by Laura Childs. This is book 25 in the Charleston/Indigo Tea Shop Mystery series and it's not the worst by far. It's also not one that would have brought me back to reading the series had I started here, instead of joining Mom in mystified misery while reading Murder in the Tea Leaves.

I have a love/hate relationship with the teashop mysteries. On the one hand, I enjoy the idea of the shop (and this is from someone who doesn't like tea) and I enjoy certain characters (Hayley and Drayton in particular) a great deal. I enjoy the idea of seeing Charleston on page, but more often than not there are just so many things wrong with the little details that I can easily get derailed. I do sometimes wonder how much worse/better it would be if I were from the Historic District. Would more if it hit, would more of it be "oh, honey, no, that's not how it works at all!"? We'll never know, I suppose. Maybe I should see if Jess reads cozy mysteries, and if so if she's read these and has thoughts. *muse* Anyway, for the most part, if I'm in just the right mood or the book hits in the right way, these are popcorn books for me. They require very little thinking, let me vent for a bit if needed, and I usually walk away with a desire to do something crafty or want to hit the kitchen and make something.

Anyway, LCK has the initial murder take place on Johns Island, but not once during the entire book does the absolute clusterfuck of a traffic jam that plagues Johns Island come up. Not once, not even in passing when discussing how much the place has changed over the course of Theo's lifetime. (This discussion doesn't happen but it could've fit right in.) In fact, I would bet good money that this is actually based more on how John's Island USED to be, and it's a trip and a half for me to remember how rural and laidback it was compared to the nightmare that is now. Anyway. I mostly allowed this to slide, other than Theo popping over to Johns Island in the afternoon when the traffic creep would've likely already started, if only because of the schools letting out and all the parents having to scurry home to be with said kids. The reason I harp on this, besides liking to gripe, is because the traffic is so legendary that for years they've been trying to expand 526 and every year everyone says "fuck it, I'll take sitting in traffic for literally 3 hours to the fuckery this would do to the area." Like the politicians onboard with it were practically crying when the last round failed. There were news articles for WEEKS about it. At this point I wouldn't be surprised if recent transplants to the area only know one thing about Johns Island and that's the freakin' traffic.

But this book jaunts over there like it's no big thing. I will allow that there's really only the one time where I'd expect the traffic to be bad-bad so instead I'll ask, what kind of absolute idiot decides to drag their 60-something employee/friend with them to corner someone they fully believe is involved in a drug deal that went wrong and resulted in murder, at a deserted house in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere? Because Theo does this. They plan it, even. And it's given half a second of "maybe this wasn't brilliant" but not really for the reasons anyone sane would think. It's 9pm and you're thinking NOW is the time to corner someone and ask a rando question that could very well make them realize you're onto them? The last person who literally stumbled into this was shot in the back of the head, Theo. Wtf.

Which is another issue. Nadine, our first victim, is our first POV character who is killed in the first chapter, or maybe the prologue. And fairly early on in the investigation, the police realize it's likely due to the cocaine traces found in the next room. Nadine stumbled in (of all the bad luck), saw something she shouldn't have, and got shot as she tried to get away. We as the readers realize this. The cops realize this. Theo realizes this at some point and then keeps forgetting as she tries to figure out whodunnit by virtue of who hated Nadine enough to kill her.

Ma'am! It wasn't about hate, it was about who was in on the drug deal, dammit! Stop trying to bring in pieces of another puzzle! *headdesk*

I was disappointed in the killer, but honestly relatively happy that it wasn't the picked on for no reason ex-boyfriend. Again, for as gracious and warm as Theo is meant to be, she is painfully judgemental and rivals Delaine in her snobbishness. At least Delaine is upfront about it, so you know it's there.

This isn't a book where Theo solves the mystery before bungling into the answer, btw. This also isn't a good look for Riley and Theo as a couple as once more I am reminded this author can't write romance to save her life. Which is... fine, I guess, but maybe don't have Riley talk over Theo as she's running through a BnB chasing a killer. Just have him realize hey, I should STFU and listen to whatever Theo's trying to say. Since I was in the middle of three books (two Theos, one of them on audio) I'm a little iffy on whether he just pulls this trick more than once across multiple books or if this book had him being particularly dense. Either way, Riley, do better. Also, Theo, use your voice and your words. Tell him to shut it, there's a killer for real, send help.

This is also the book where I realized something in the writing style has changed. I'm not sure if it's just my perception of it, or if things have gotten choppier, but it's really apparent when we get what has become the Chapter 2/Perfect size 6 moment of the book for Theo/Riley.
Pete Riley was, as always, an oasis of calm. Even in a maelstrom of shock and uncertainty. He arrived some twenty minutes later and swept Theodosia into his arms.
"Thank you for coming," Theodosia said. She could feel his newly acquired Glock 22 press up against her as she hugged him tight. It made her feel... safe.

--snip--
Theodosia tended to call him Riley instead of Pete, and he called her Theo. It was what worked for them. And had for a couple of years now.


I included the first bit so you can FEEL the romance. The part after the snip is how he's been introduced for the past 4 books I've read and it's always this choppy. The audiobook really drives this home and I do not understand why no one's made this flow a little better. The Theo thing is also just dumb as hell since he's not the only person to call her Theo, but I probably wouldn't notice if I weren't being handed these sentence fragments and being given the impression I am meant to swoon at this love for the ages.

And again, if this simply only came into play for this, I'd grumble a bit but that'd be fine adjacent, but this happens throughout the book. I think it's meant to keep things sounding more realistic and closer to how people do actually talk and think, and it could/did work in smaller doses in earlier books, but now it's just making me long for an editor to fix things.

In general, Theo's got the kind of deathwish that often accompanies an amateur sleuth, in that she frequently receives death threats, often on her actual front door at home, and instead of realizing that maybe handing them over to the cops (who aren't really shown to be incompetent in this series) might help find the killer faster, she just decides she'll be fine because she's got a guard dog. This time the threat comes from an email and despite Theo never being shown to be a serious tech wizard, she decides that rather than share this with the cops, she'll just try and look into it on her own. Of all the pieces of the puzzle not to share... at least the stuff tacked to your door is likely to be done with gloves. The email with an attachment/video threat has multiple chances of tracking down the sender, dammit.

I will grant her this: when Dalmatians are barking at you, they are fucking terrifying. I've never really encountered whatever mix of Dalmatian and... whatever, Earl Grey is, but I imagine the teeth are still scary as hell.

One of the weird joys of reading these out of order and back to back, is seeing how there is thought given to setting up the subsequent books. I'm working on A Dark and Stormy Tea in audio and in it, Delaine (Nadine's sister) mentions that Nadine is working on a new clothing line, we're introduced to the art gallery that's going to play a role in Honey Drop Dead, and there's a mention of shipwrecks off the Charleston coast, which factors into the mystery for the supremely fucking stupid Murder in the Tea Leaves.

Also, we're definitely in the part of the series where you wonder who in their right mind is hiring the Indigo Tea Shop to cater anything since it always ends in murder or an attack.
impy: (yikes)
Gonna try to keep this from getting too long but you know how easily I get distracted down a tangent, so we'll see how it goes.

Friday morning as I was getting ready to go up to bed, the phone started ringing like crazy. Fridays are really popular with spam calls, so I didn't bother getting up to grab the house phone. After *looks it up* 5 calls between 11:22 and 11:26, I picked up the next one and it was Widget sobbing that he broke his arm and was on the way to the nearest hospital. I get Mom up and after asking if his parents were en route (no and no), tell him I'm going to go get dressed and we'll be there ASAP.

Mom calls my brother while I'm getting dressed and as I'm hitting the bathroom, she hollers up that I can pause my getting ready since he's actually going to the hospital. I ask if Widget knows this and she calls Widget and pretty much immediately walks back the pause. Which is what I thought. We get to the hospital right around noon and walk past Widget's boss (someone I went to elementary school with and the boy's longtime BFF's older brother, whose birthday also happened to be Friday) without being fully sure it was him because the last time I saw him was at a funeral a year ago, and prior to that probably was when we were under 10.

Mom and I head back to the first room Widget's in and he's getting X-rays done before they pretty much shuffle him out to the room across the hall to set his elbow/wrist. Turns out he didn't break his arm, but did dislocate his elbow and broke his wrist.

Mums and I head back out to the waiting room/lobby and wait for my brother and talk to J. Despite my brother saying he was 10 minutes away when Mums and I arrived, he didn't show up til we'd already been there 40 minutes.

We eventually get called back again shortly after my brother shows up, and here's where I'll cut corners on things.
They set his elbow and anytime they mention his injuries after the first time we got walked back, they exclusively focus on the elbow. At some point before brother leaves, I make it known to Mums and brother that one of us needs to circle back to the wrist because it feels weird that no one's mentioned it since. This is important because it's about where shit falls apart.

Somewhere around 1-ish, maybe 1:30, brother leaves to go back to work so he'll avoid running into Widget's mom who said she was coming by. Right before brother leaves, Widget's mom says she'll see him after he gets discharged. This isn't entirely a bitch move because at this point they've made it seem like we're just waiting on discharge papers to be issued. Only before he leaves, one of the doctors comes in and brother asks about the wrist, so when the last round of X-rays are done, they focus on the wrist, too.

Which is when we go from "when he follows up with the orthopedist on Monday, it's not looking like surgery" to surgery seems pretty fucking likely. I really hope not, btw, but that's kinda obvious. Still, there's not much else they can do for the wrist since they did the splint and they have to wait for the swelling to go down. Cool, cool. It's also about this time they do acknowledge the broken wrist. The last round of X-rays take FOREVER and a day to the point that I just stupidly assume one of the 900 people walking in and out is whoever is required to read said Xrays to see if he's really good to go. This assumption is helped along by the fact that S, the nurse in charge of his care, comes in to give us the "yay, you get to go home" talk very soon thereafter. I will say he did ask if the orthopedist on call had talked to us and here's where I let you know I'm not face blind but it takes me forever to ID someone, and this obviously gets worse in high stress situations.

Obviously your Spidey senses should be tingling.

Widget gets discharged and we head to the nearest Walgreens to drop off his RX. In the car, I call to try and set up that Monday appointment but get a bit of runaround and they're supposed to call me back that afternoon to set it up after the doc gets out of surgery.

Widget gets semi sick to his stomach just as Mom comes back to say we can't get the pills til after 5. We head home and I swear to god, about two minutes into that part of the car ride, Widget asks why "healthcare" is calling him. I tell him to answer, figuring it's probably the office ignoring my plea to have them call my phone since he's still super groggy.

NOPE.

ER orthopedist is all, "looked at your last round of Xrays, I don't think your elbow is set properly and if we don't fix it today, it'll start to heal wrong and fuck up your nerves." Paraphrasing here, but you get the idea. Widget starts to whine, channeling all of us really, but the doc says he'll meet Widget outside, bring him back immediately, and he won't have to wait again. ALL THREE OF US HEAR THIS.

Obviously this is not what happened. Mom drops Widget and me off while she parks and I walk him in, he explains the situation and the ladies remember him from his wobbly arm before. And they are super apologetic when it because painfully clear that the ER, which has gotten much busier in the half an hour since we left, is gonna make him wait.

Again.

LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

It takes more than an hour and a half for them to call him back to do anything more than triage which was basically a waste of time since both sides were at "dunno" on everything. Either the hospital measured his height wrong (maybe?), took his word for it (?), or I'm taller than I thought since he's down at 5'9 and I'm taller than he is. To be fair, I have always maintained I'm 5'9 and a half, but still.

The second trip to the ER was infuriating on so many levels. About the time we left the triage room, I went outside to call work and say I couldn't make it in because at this point even if they did see him, it would be at least another hour and I STILL hadn't had any sleep and I'd worked the night before. I'm fairly certain work had to close that night anyway, because A's littlest has covid.

Anyway, while I'm on the phone with work, Widget sends a text saying he's in room __ so I go back in, get walked back to that room and we begin the wait from hell. I swear, it felt like we were repeatedly being forgotten.

Much like my promise to try and keep this short. Oops.

So. S, the nurse, apologizes and is very nice and does promise to do his best to right the ship, as it were. We get a visit from the social worker who tells Widget that hey, hurt at work, they should be paying for everything, just so you know.

The doc who called Widget back is extra infuriating because he left by the time Widget came back, so that makes his whole promise to meet Widget and bring him back complete and utter BS. FUN.

Widget pukes, I think of Stacey McGill to avoid thinking of puke directly. Mom goes to get Widget's meds from the Walgreens because it is NOT looking like we'll be out before they close. I stay behind and Widget and I half watch bits of Captain America and I read, or try to.

Anyway, turns out that Widget inherited his father's tolerance for pain meds, which they get from Mom. Yay, ginger genes? The working theory, and I believe it, is that the first time they set his elbow, they didn't give him enough of whatever med to get him down, so he was still resisting enough so that instead of nailing it 100%, it was more of a 90% or something. Close, really close, but not quite.

Considering they gave him 330 of... whatever med and had to bring in 2 extra people to help set his arm (yes, I did sit and watch and yes, I did kind of regret the choice a few times, but I didn't want him to be alone and there's no blood so... suck it up, buttercup) in addition to the 4 or 5 people they had already. It was... a lot.

The doc they want him to follow up with looks at his xrays and says they look perfect and then I swear it takes another 40 minutes to get discharged, but I will say it wasn't as bad as I feared. I kind of worried that shift change and S going home would get us lost in the shuffle, but no. We leave a little before 8pm and head home. At this point traffic is WAY better, yay, and I'm starting that weird slide between awake and awake too long. We get home, get Widget situated down here, get him a milkshake for food, dose him, propped up, and then someone decides I should definitely be making my own dinner after being awake for more than 24 hours at this point.

This is my own little journal area, so I can whine about that and whine that it fucking sucked that this happened on a day when I was committed to not spending money because yeah, the economic blackout wasn't likely to really be a big thing but I was doing my part so no easy fast food on the way home. (I'll be honest, if we passed a Taco Bell on the way home, I might've caved. But since my end of the city closes things without opening anything useful, I was safe.)

Btw, Widget was trying to sleep downstairs because his room gets warm and he'd taken his window AC out before he went to work and would obviously not be able to put it back in. At some point overnight he did go up to his room, but I didn't know that til 7am or whenever I tried to go check on the boys only to realize he was in there. Oops.


He's doing better, or was anyway. Got him a little sink bath and washed his hair today. Pissed as shit though that the ER's like "call first thing Saturday morning to set up that appointment; don't forget!" and we do and they're not open. Because it's a weekend. The recording says to use the MyChart thing, so we try, but NOPE. It says to call the office. *headdesk*

So pray tomorrow morning's call goes better.

Tomorrow, btw, is the anniversary of Dad's death.

yay.

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