My friends, they rock.

I have the awesomest friends on the planet.

After some discussion, Mer made me a musical composition. She's not sure it counts as a prayer, but I'm convinced.

Many of my friends have bought things, told their friends to buy things, or both. I ain't rolling in money but I made the rent and I'm surviving.

Another friend helped me sign up to sell Worm Factories, which are composters that don't smell and that will happily replace your shredder in addition to turning your veggie scraps into nummy nummy compost. About which more later, cos it's vaguely possible someone here might buy one (I will be, once I have moneys).

And a whole bunch of my friends -- and you know who you are -- have kindly come up with about 345,5368,34576,23 ideas for new soaps. Because apparently I DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH DIFFERENT SOAPS ALREADY.

So in a while there'll be a lot of new soaps.

And lastly, Dani sent me a picture of her cat Boo with a muppet on her head.



I have awesome friends. :)

The week

• Monday,as you may recall, I had a good solid freakout about money.
• Tuesday, I found someone randomly badmouthing my soaps on a friend's journal. Note that this is someone who's never even _seen_ one of my soaps.
• Wednesday I found out that said badmouther also makes soap herself. Hello, badmouthing the competition!
• Thursday I got an IM from a friend who wanted help catching her dog. Turns out she's moved to El Paso with no warning, the dog got out while she was packing, and she LEFT ANYWAY.
• Friday I rescued said dog from the pound. Did I mention she's ten months old, _not_ fixed, _no_ shots, very little training, and spent most of her time alone in the back yard? And while I like dogs, it's been a long week.
• This morning I woke up to find my LICENSE PLATES HAD BEEN STOLEN.

I've brought in a bunch of money and some new customers. I have politely replied to said random badmouther and discredited her. I have taken the dog to the home of a friend who does a lot of fostering, and I have an idea of someone who might adopt her -- because she is NOT going back to the woman who 'owned' her before. And I have called the police about the license plates.

And now, I am taking the rest of the day off. For it is Loiosh's first birthday, and I want to spend the day with my kitten.

Help

...I'm still bad at asking for it.

I am about the hell out of money. I'm working my butt off, and I'm just not selling enough of my things to make it.

I...I have hesitated to ask for help, whether prayers or 'buy my stuff' because I greatly fear that people will advise me that starting my own business is foolishness, that I need to give up and look for a job.

This is what I'm supposed to be doing. I can feel it. I love it. I work my butt off, I don't get enough sleep, I have no money and my back hurts, but I love it. I couldn't bear to leave it.

And...the last time I went looking for a job, the best thing -- the _only_ thing -- I could find was working at Walmart. Which was unmitigated horrible, and was killing me. More literally than one might think.

In this job market, why should I hope to find anything better?

And...I don't want a job. I don't want to work for anyone else, ever again. The mere thought makes me feel like I'm going to throw up. I don't know if I could

At least now I know it's not because I'm afraid of work, or don't want to. Manifestly I can work. Manifestly I want to.

Just doing my thing.

Am I spoiled, to want to do that? Am I asking too much?

I don't know.

Pray for me, please.

Easter!

Christ is risen! Alleluia!

Monday

• Got my old radio/CD player fixed, a task which has been quietly weighing on me for over a year. Yes, there's still a guy in town who does this. And it cost me less than the radio did originally, thank you.
• Have been slowly taking more things to thrift stores, resulting in a general reduction of Crap.
• Have still not found a taker for the futon. Tim might want it; if not, it goes to the local furniture consignment place, and at least it's out of my way.
• Was totally spoiled by having Tim all to myself for two weeks. Am whiny now. Want my Tim. Yeah, I still have him, but I have to share him again and I'm greedy.
• Palm Sunday service was...wow. Light of Christ (my teeny ECC community) combined with Bethlehem Lutheran (whose building we share) for a really wonderful combined thing. I'd never seen anything like an actual Passion Play at all. I guess the church I grew up in was too staid for them? It really gripped me.
• Still have the palm frond. Though it's in Tim's car, as otherwise Loiosh will eat it.
• Mood plummeted shortly after Church Sunday and has been iffy since. Most of today was good, with abrupt plunge round about 4:30.
• Took all the Mardi Gras masks off my wall. Mardi Gras is over! No, really, I liked them for a while, but they got to just looking cluttered. Packed them neatly in a box, am contemplating keeping or finding homes.
• Did find new home for some of my jewelry -- a teeny-but-awesome local restaurant has given me a shelf's worth of space. They don't even take any of what I make off of any jewelry sold -- so if anything does sell I'll be making them a few pressies.
• Mice still adorable.
• Loiosh still insane.
• Kate still crabby. :P

Lent could end soon.

Fortunately, it will.

...yeah, it's Lent.

*curls up in a little ball and cries and cries*

Lent can end any time now. You hear me?

:P

...yeah, I see how it goes.

Lenten meditations and excitement? Nuthin.

Boobs? I get COMMENTS.

Well, it'll be BOOBS from now on!

(Love y'all!)

Apropos of nothing...

Mice in my bra.



Why are there mice in my bra? Because after the last incident, I felt that my bra was safer than a box while I was cleaning their cage.



Why am I posting about mice in my bra? Because there's been too much doom and gloom lately.



Also, Andrea asked.



Remember this: Mice in your bra? Tickle. A lot.