#valjean labs

[utoshi-san]

Я потихоньку продолжаю постить свои запасы косметики. Половину уже давно израсходовала, попалось очень много хороших масок, а ещё понравились скрабы для тела и соли для ванны.

Почему у меня так быстро расходуется уход? 🤷🏻 Я что какая-то особенная?

[hopefulstarfire]

Do yall wanna know my actual favorite butterfly effect?

Two people fucking on a mountain indirectly lead to my favorite comic of all time, Under the Red Hood.

Let me explain.

Joseph Hugo married a woman named Sophie Trébuchet in 1797. He was a general in Napoleon's army so they moved around quite a bit. In a letter he would later write to his son, he and his wife had been on a trip on June 24th 1801 to get from one post to the next and he believed this, on the highest peaks of the Vosges Mountains, is where he believed they conceived their son, who would later become the Ocean Man and famed author Victor Hugo.

(Fun fact: Jean Valjeans prisoner number, 24601, is absolutely in reference to his believed conception date)

Victor Hugo grows up and obviously is responsible for many works, such as Les Miserables and The Hunchback of Notre-Dame and was never one to shy away from political commentary. Thus, he was exiled from France and sent to living on the Channel Islands. It was here that he wrote a novel titled The Man Who Laughs.

Like many of his works, this one does have different adaptations. One in particular came out in 1928 starring Conrad Veidt as the character Gwynplaine, or the Man Who Laughs.

Fast forward about a little over a decade later in 1940. A comic book writer comes into work to be greeted by two artists he worked with, one who did significantly less work than the others. These three men were Bill Finger, Bob Kane and Jerry Robinson.

Now the details of this meeting are...well, up in the air. Each man had their own account to it, and Bob Kane especially is the most unreliable given that he took credit for literally everything and we went over 70 years without Bill Finger getting any sort of credit to actually creating Batman. But what we do know is that there was a drawing of a playing card and a face for the joker card; and Bill Finger said, "Hey, that looks like Conrad Veidt in the Man Who Laughs."

They pushed further with that angle in making the character, a new villain for their hero; the obvious, Joker.

Some years later we get a little bit of an origin story in 1951, in the comic The Man Behind the Red Hood! (ALSO written by Bill Finger) Some college students are trying to solve this decades old case of a burglar in a red pill helmet that was called the Red Hood and trying to figure out who it was. Teaming up with Batman and Robin, they find out that the Red Hood was in fact Joker's old alias. He used to be a lab worker that was stealing from a playing card company with that alias. He was caught by Batman and threw himself into some chemical waste to escape, thus becoming the Joker.

This origin has stuck around in some form ever since. The moniker was unused for quite a long time after this, but would eventually find a new home in a different character.

See, in the 80s, Batman's second sidekick, Jason Todd, was killed off in a very brutal fashion after a fucking poll that people could call two different numbers to decide if they were going to save him or not. I will get into why I have so many frustrations with everything surrounding this story another day, but the important thing to know here is that the Joker killed Jason while Jason was trying to save his mother.

And for a good period of time there, Jason became a character that you did not bring back to life. Until they did.

A storyline running from 2005 to 2006 came into life, called Under the Hood. In it, Batman has to fight a new foe taking on the mantle of Red Hood, only to discover its Jason Todd, brought back to life from the Lazarus Pit, and taking on the mantle of the man that murdered him to go fucking murder the Joker and take control of crime in Gotham and do what he believes Bruce couldn't, all while dealing with trauma and feeling replaced.

So yeah. We wouldn't have my favorite character or story if it wasn't for Victor Hugo's parents fucking on a mountain and conceiving him there where "The elevated origin seems to have had effects on [Victor Hugo] so that [his] muse is continually sublime". That is a quote from that letter. Victor Hugo's mountain conception where he got a great muse is the reason for the Joker and Red Hood. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

okay but now i gotta know what the other venom lab snakes are called

Oh, I wish I could tell you all of them, but we've got hundreds of snakes and that's just too many to list. I can tell you my favorites though!

I've mentioned my best pal, Gaboon viper Hot Sauce, and also my nemesis, Trench the Rhinkhals cobra. Esmerelda the copperhead, Puppy the king cobra, and Seth the Egyptian cobra are my other favorites at the lab. We've got a cottonmouth named Sneaker who absolutely hates my guts because I had to give him a lot of injections when he was younger.

The lab director, my boss and mentor, really gets a kick out of meme-y names (he's rooting for Goncharov to win the poll). We've got snakes named Fidget Spinner, Plinko, Covfefe, and Wild Hog. At our lab we have a lot of college interns so tumblr memes catch on fast (and there is no greater joy than watching my 70 year old boss say "It's fucking wimdy" in an absolute deadpan).

Mostly we just take turns naming new snakes so styles can vary wildly. We've got two timber rattlers right next to each other named Jean Valjean and Cowboy Bebop.

[silicacid]

Today, a wounded patient needed blood. His brother went to the lab with blood request, the lab technician apologized “Blood has run out”

— Dr. Ebraheem in Gaza (@abrahammatar) December 14, 2023

And there is no checked blood, you take blood on your own responsibility if you don’t have a healthy-well donator.

— VALJEAN 🇵🇸 (@ibrahimseifan) December 14, 2023

[coffeeangelinabox]

Whumpril #2: Sweat

It's him or them.

He thinks it as sweats under the old fashioned lights that can only be for causing discomfort in the interrogation room; as he swings a pickaxe into the diamond hard rock on the penal planet, nothing but the smallest of shards breaking off; as he hides the fever and keeps his seat in the command chair through a third shift as the battle drags on; as he endures the stress test experiments their captors are determined to put the human crew through to learn their species' abilities; as he chooses which of his crewmen to send to certain death because they need that mine disabled - whatever the cost.

It's him or them.

As the sweat runs down his face, itchy on his skin and blinding in his eyes. Saltsting like tears and the only visible sign of how he will work for them, suffer for them.

Around him, others bleed, die.

Some, cornered, pinned down, injured, try to surrender.

No matter the provocation, he cannot do that. The Domain might claim that they will take prisoners...but they won't. Or at least, not this crew. The Valjean has too long been a thorn in their side. They will extract all they can, but they best that they can hope for is a quick death. More likely the kind of careless lobotomy that will leave them little more than worker drones or lab rats and then a long slow death.

It kills him (not literally, more's the pity) not to dive in front of plasma bolts, but of them all, he's the only one that's been on the inside. He's the only one cold enough to keep them fighting no matter the cost, even to pyrrhic victory because he knows what a surrender will cost them. Not in lives, but in selves. Souls.

So they bleed. Die.

He sweats.

Running from one end of the ship/battlefield/stronghold to the other, bolstering everyone he can, delivering orders, being seen even as he uses them as his shield.

He sweats.

Over maps and star charts and reports of fuel supplies and ration bar prices. Wonders how to keep them operational, in the sky, fed and ahead of the patrols.

He sweats.

As he makes the choices no commander should have to make alone. He should have a chain of command, peers. He should be able to talk about the choices he has to make, to unburden. But alone, on the fringes like this, he can't. He shoulders it alone.

He sweats.

When - rarely - he is able to sacrifice in their stead. When he is able to keep the attention of their captors/aggressors/tormentors. When he can offer himself up for punishment and abuse.

Because it's him or them.

And they can't do it.

Nor would he ask them to. Paying in sweat and tears and salt is far more painful than blood. Because he feels every drop of that like it's his too.

[pilferingapples]

well 1948 Les Miserables continues to amaze, astonish, stun, and horrify

spoilers under a cut because you do NOT know what this movie is gonna do, no you don't

Remember how last time Valjean had a conversation with Science Simplice in her kickass Science Lab, to decide if he should turn himself in?

Well this week he writes a note to Javert explaining that He Is Jean Valjean and uh.. I ...

ok look I'm not gonna try to puzzle out the series of events that leads to this, because he tells Simplice he'll be gone a while and then he writes a letter and then he's with Fantine

and so yes! they cut the whole trial sequence! they cut even the NEED for a trial sequence! And you know what , I'm not opposed in theory! LM is ridiculously well known, an adaptation can choose to cut some of the more well-known sequences for time, or even symbolism! I could really like the parallel of Valjean and Javert both "resigning" with a letter!

In this case: we are cutting the trial sequence, and smashcutting to Fantine's surprisingly book-accurate death, so that we have time for the all-important FOUNDRY SCENE

you know When Javert arrests Valjean and takes him through the foundry? You know, the foundry attached to the hospital? like you do?

[ID: Javert, Valjean and several assorted cops walking into a dramatically lit room, while Javert says " Let's go through the foundry, it will attract less attention. "] Right! that dialogue, such deathless prose! so of course they go to the foundry . a room designed along the lines of a Batman: The Animated Series room, with lots of huge spaces for dramatic action sequences:

[ID: Valjean , Javert and the assorted police in a hugely tall factory room, with , again, very dramatic lighting. / end ID] and then an old guy there gets his OSHA on

[ID: an older workman in a work apron and overalls yells "No! Mayor! Beware the casting!" while turning the gears of some machinery. /end ID]

so Javert SHOOTS HIM DEAD

[ID: Javert firing a gun!/end ID] which sets the whole place

[ID: the same tall factory room as before, now with bright, molten metal pouring down from a high point in the wall! /end ID]

ON FIRE

[ID: Valjean and Javert surrounded by leaping flames!/ID]

the rest of today's installment ft.: Terrible Adoptive Dad Valjean (seriously AWFUL I hope Cosette gets away from him wth), Valjean trying to pretend he's blind (and being very bad at that too) , and Sister Simplice in the convent...with Javert! Other versions have done this but I think this might be the earliest?

I cannot wait for next week, the barricades are gonna be utterly unhinged

[darth-caillic]

The Gitches / The Mystery Crew

As discussed, I've updated how the Glitch power works / who it affects. I just wanna kinda rapid fire some throws about this crew.

A group of friends that attend Kirby University in New York. They have minor interactions as teenagers but don’t become a tight-knit group until they all meet during collage. One of the friends develops teleporting powers. Resulting in many adventures for the friends.

Main Glitches under the cut!

Andrea Benito: A New York local who grew up in the Bronx with her fathers. A version of Andrea from Earth-93 manifested the Glitch when trying to help someone escape The Lizard. She became known as The Spectacular Glitch. She’s well known for her adventures with Spiderman, Venom and the Birds of Prey. (FC: Alycia Pascual-Pena)

Casey Tshui: Growing up in Brooklyn, Casey was raised by Ben and May Parker as a foster child, along with their nephew Peter Parker. A version of Casey from Earth-712 was bitten by a radioactive spider and ended up manifesting the Glitch along with her new spider powers. They were later known as The SpiderGlitch. Her most popular stories are alongside the many spider people of the multiverse. (FC: Jessie Mei Li)

Keena Noble: Originally born in Western Ireland, Keena briefly moved to New York due to a job opportunity in sound engineering. A version of Keena from Earth-138 manifested her Glitch powers when trying to stop a sound stage from collapsing. She started going by The Lonely Glitch when performing. Keena has written songs of her times with her father The Reaper and SpiderPunk (FC: Ruth Negga)

Anika Sinha: Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, by her parents and two sisters. A version of Anika from Earth-1610 gained her Glitch powers when saving someone from falling building equipment. She would start going by The Marvelous Glitch (and was also known as Ms Glitch). Anika has many unexpected experiences with Spiderman and a group of mutant teenage turtles. (FC: Megan Suri)

Other Glitches not pictured

The Mysterious Glitch - Earth??? (Andrea Benito): Commonly agreed to be the most powerful version of the Glitch. Able to travel throughout the multiverse with ease. It’s implied that she might be the reason Glitches are put on lockdown in their own universes during the events of ATSV. She refuses to tell anyone her universe of origin, mainly for its own safety.  

Cyber Glitch (CG-99): A cyborg from the year 2099. They started out their life as an experiment but would escape the lab they were created in and started going by CeCe. They would end up in the care of several descendants of the original Glitch Crew. Has a somewhat Frankenstein and his monster relationship with Miguel O'Hara.

The New Taglist: Let me know if you want to be removed/added: @bisexualterror @thehedgehogat221b @margoshansons @waterloou @aceyanaheim @jedi-valjean @asirensrage @arrthurpendragon @foxesandmagic @bi-ologistofthehills @sterling-writes @bluejay-in-write

[shadowsong26fic]

Papa and J---- Chapter 4!

Author: shadowsong26

Rating: PG/PG-13

Fandom: Les Misérables

Characters: Technically all on-page characters are OCs; Valjean, Cosette, Marius, and Javert are discussed as historical personalities. Backstory Cosette/Marius and heavily implied Valjean/Javert.

Warnings: Nothing specific, I don’t think?

Summary: Euphrasie Pontmercy–known in the art world as La Jardinière–isn’t exactly a household name. Still, the sheer length of her active career (her work was first displayed and sold in 1839, and she left one last work unfinished at her death in 1910) makes her interesting to people who actually study that century in art. But as far as the historical record is concerned, Jardinière seems to have sprung semi-fully-formed from the streets of Paris somewhere in the mid-to-late 1820s. Other than the fact that she was educated in a convent, essentially nothing is known about her parents or her childhood.

Until now.

Or:

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a PhD student with no thesis topic must be in want of an undiscovered painting to go absolutely feral over.

Disclaimer: All characters are the property of their respective creators.

Notes: Here we are with Chapter 4! It's been a while, hasn't it, lol. This chapter is mostly Logistical Stuff, but we get to see Phil again! still seriously considering finding someone to commission to actually make a version of the painting are any of y’all who might be artists interested/does anyone have any recommendations of artists who are open for commissions who do that kind of style

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Authenticating the painting wasn’t really a matter of lab testing. Most chemical analysis couldn’t date a painting more specifically than within fifty years or so of when it was painted. Which of course we did anyway, and that proved it wasn’t a modern forgery, at least.

My research into the development of paints and pigments during the nineteenth century also proved the painting didn’t use any colors that weren’t available in the mid-1830s, but that wasn’t exactly conclusive, either. Just because something was available didn’t mean it was used in every painting, after all.

Which meant it came down to comparing technique, and the inscription on the back--most of Jardinière’s paintings had a signature as well, but some, including this one, did not. I didn’t have immediate access to any of her very early works, but there were two paintings in reasonably local collections that I was also able to borrow. The earlier of the two was a painting of a street from her Calais period; the other was from the 1890s, a memory-portrait of the artist herself and one of her granddaughters in their respective wedding dresses, comparing the poofiness of their sleeves. (I have to admit, I love an artist with a sense of humor.)

Still, they were physical paintings that were known to be Jardinière’s work. The next step involved many, many hours of looking at all three paintings in very close detail, with Emma overseeing and offering her experience to help with authentication. There weren’t any specific experts in Jardinière’s work, exactly (“Though after you finish this research, you’ll probably qualify as one,” she had pointed out), but the bulk of Emma’s research had been into pre-Impressionist French painters, so she knew what to look for.

“I think,” she said, at somewhere around eleven pm on the sixth day after we’d gotten access to Souvenir de soixante ans, “that we can say this is a genuine Jardinière painting. The inscriptions on all three match, just like you thought, and while her technique definitely evolved, you can see some of the same detail work you noticed around the hands and eyes in Soixante ans.”

“Yes,” I breathed, with a silent fist pump of victory. “Which means I get to go ahead with the rest of the work.”

“Yeah,” she said. “Any changes to the plan from the last time we talked?”

I shook my head. “I’ve put out feelers to that museum in Marseille, along with a couple other collections in France and one in Dover. Most of them were willing to work with me and grant access to at least some of the behind-the-scenes papers that weren’t on display. Dover wanted to hold off until the painting was authenticated, so I’ll reach out to them again…tomorrow, probably. After sleep. I still need to line up a translator, too.”

“That should be your next step, before you travel anywhere further than Chicago,” Emma said. “If you still want to look at Inachevé in person. Did you talk to my usual guy?”

“I did,” I said. “He said he wasn’t sure he’d have time for a project of this scale until summer, though. And while I can do at least rough translations myself…”

“You don’t want to spend six months going down the wrong road,” she said. “Fair enough.”

“I’m going to check with the department here, see if there’s anyone they recommend, and then look into other freelancers,” I said.

“At least you’re working with nineteenth-century French sources,” Emma said.

“True,” I said. “Helpfully common.” Unlike my ex-girlfriend, who’d had to wade through seventh-century Greek for her research.

“That can wait ‘til morning, too,” she said. “It’s been a long day, and you’ve gotten past the first major hurdle.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Thanks for your help on this one.”

“It’s what I’m here for,” she said, and smiled.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

The next day was all logistics--my absolute favorite part of any project. Back and forth with Dover and the various French collections; reaching out to a few other translators who had been recommended to me; and the absolute best part: budgeting.

Ugh.

Still, progress had been made; I had most of the permissions I needed and had worked out at least some of how I was going to pay for flights and so on. Waiting to hear back from some of the possible translators, so that was still up in the air but at least the momentum from the night before--finally officially authenticating the painting--had carried forward.

And, best of all, the day ended with another date with Phil.

Our third, actually, not counting the one I’d accidentally derailed with art-nerd brain. I was very proud of myself for managing to keep things on track after that. I mean, obviously, both of us talked a little bit about work, but not enough to make the night all about that.

“So, how long do you think you’ll be out of town?” he asked, when we made it back to my place with ice cream.

“Hard to say,” I said. “Some of it depends on what I find. At least a few weeks, though. And I’m not leaving, like, right now, I still have to work out some logistical detail bullshit.”

“Hey, some of us like the logistical detail bullshit,” he said, grinning.

“Really?”

“No, not really, planning travel kind of sucks,” he admitted. “But other detail stuff can be fun.”

“Right, you’re a math guy.” I flicked his nose affectionately and he rolled his eyes.

“It’s satisfying when it all comes together right,” he said. “Different kind of satisfying from when I was translating to pay the bills, but that was kind of fun, too. It’s all solving puzzles, you know? Just different kinds.”

“I get that,” I said. “Even if number-puzzles never really drew me in.”

“Not for everyone,” he agreed. “…actually, though.”

“What?”

“You said you were still looking for a translator?”

“I am,” I said. “Why?”

“Just…I don’t know,” he said. “My other language is French, I’m not sure I told you that?”

“Uh…no, I don’t think you did,” I said, sitting up. “Wait, are you offering?”

“I mean,” he said, sitting up as well, facing me. “If it wouldn’t be…I don’t know, I don’t know what all the rules are? Since it’s my family’s history, and since we’re…is it too early to say dating?” He flushed a little, which was adorable.

“I don’t think so? It is your story as well. We’d need to put together a specific work contract and everything, but…wait, let me actually…” I reached over and grabbed my phone from the nightstand to send a quick email to Emma. If she didn’t know the actual answer, she’d know who to ask, at least.

“Right,” he said. “So…I guess let me know what she says? Because I’m. Uh. If it’s not against the rules or whatever, I’m interested in helping out.”

“Great,” I said. Then, because I definitely hadn’t forgotten the other question, “And…yeah, I think I would say we’re dating,” I added, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss.

“All right, then,” he said, with a smile, kissing me back, which put a pretty decisive end to any work talk for the evening.

Emma wasn’t going to get back to me before morning, anyway.

[igrinirgi]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: VALJEAN LABS RETINOL & PEPTIDES REPAIR OVERNIGHT.

[fatedwithmbc]

What a Weekend:

I know the weekend typically doesn’t start with Thursday, but I feel like the events play into the overall timeline/story for this post.

Thursday:

Prior to my diagnosis, shortly after my return from NYC, I subscribed to a series of three broadway shows to see at the Academy of Music in Philadelphia. Initially, I wanted to cancel the tickets because I was unsure of what my condition would be on any given “show-day” to actually attend. I decided, in the overall theme of keeping things as normal as possible, to keep my tickets.

Of course, Thursday arrives and I just felt off for most of the day. I couldn’t put my finger on why. Especially since the things that I was feeling were not abnormal. You know, fatigue, nausea, headache and overall achiness. So, when I had to decide whether or not to utilize my theater tickets, I didn’t hesitate to push myself to attend the show. I was able to take the train into the city and walk the half mile to the theater where the doors opened at 7:00PM for the 7:30PM opening night performance of Les Miserables. I treated myself to an aisle seat and was happy (no heads to tilt around to see) and annoyed (lots of up and down to allow others in my row to move as needed). The show started off a bit boring because I was well aware of the back story thanks to the 2012 film adaptation. As it continued, I started to become more engaged and began to enjoy the story and the actors portraying the parts I knew from the film rendition. Intermission came and went. The second half had me in tears and practically sobbing as Cosette holds Jean Valjean’s hand as he takes his last breath and passes. It hit too close to home for me. The final scene ended and I had to literally bolt from my seat to the train station with only 20 minutes to spare. I made it to the platform with 4 minutes left until the trains’ arrival time. It was a happy ending. Until around 3:00AM.

I began feeling pain in my right side and being the stubborn person I am, I ignored it the best I could and try to get some sleep. After all, I had a lab work appointment the following morning and was certain they could aid me then. Boy, was I wrong.

Friday:

I wake up in excruciating pain (from sleeping my right side, because it actually got worse, I do not know). I call my oncologist and ask for advice and am instructed to go to the ER. He advised he would call ahead to let them know I was coming in and he wanted me checked for a blood clot or embolism as soon as possible.

I don’t have a good track record with the ER. There are two reasons.

I wait too long to seek care because I am stubborn and convince myself the pain will go away.

They are sorely understaffed and I wait for HOURS after I’ve already hit my pain thresh-hold (due to reason #1) before I can be seen and provided care and pain medications.

After waiting 3 hours, I am taken back to a makeshift exams room. The PA comes to examine me and I give her my history. We discuss that the pain can be a range of things and she’d not be sending me back to the waiting room as planned, but beginning investigation. I have a chest x-ray, blood draw (CBC panel), urine screen, EKG and physical examination. An IV is put in to administer fluids, nausea medication and the holy grail - pain medication (FINALLY!!!). They have me sit in a chair in the hallway until a bed opens up (which is fine, they gave me one of the nice warmed blankets and I’ve got people to text). During this time, I’m able to reconnect a bit with “L”, a welcomed change to our dynamic and the result of a text a few days prior. Eventually, a bed opens, I’m asked to change, I get a CT Scan and my results come in — Lung Inflammation. Why? Because it’s a RARE side-effect of my treatment. Positive news was provided - some of my smallest tumors are beginning to shrink after ONE month of treatment. Treatment for the Lung Inflammation required pain medication, DUH. I am saved from admission by promising to adhere to my pain medicare schedule (I didn’t and don’t follow the pain medication schedule on any day, taking it much less than required). A&T help me out by coming to get me so one of them could drive my car home. Too many narcotics for me to have allowed me to drive. I finally get home and sleep. Shout out to “E the First” for always being my rock during theses times, even via text.

NOTE: My mood was sorely disappointed because I had plans that were now cancelled with “E”. It all went down the drain due to the narcotics and not being allowed to drive. SAFETY FIRST.

Saturday:

I struggled to sleep. I wake up in pain. I don’t care. Happiness is just half a day away.

I attend the Barn Sale at St. Thomas’ with Brian. He gives me bad news about Mo’s family. I am deeply saddened for Mo. I hope to attend the services for her husband to show my support to the family. After the Barn Sale, I go to Brian’s to pick up some new additions to my “You Are Here” mug collection. I see Terry, Faolan and Meg (the whole gang). It felt nice to see them and know they have such a caring way toward me. I chat with them a bit and then indicate I have a few things to do before I get to see “E”. Terry, understanding the importance of that, allows me to say my farewells and “get to” the other stuff.

I got home and helped wrap and store the Halloween decor. Then we retrieved the Thanksgiving items and dispersed them throughout the home to “decorate”. Once that’s done, I help with some random items before going to take a nap, I’m still experiencing pain from the Lung Inflammation. After my nap, I wrap “E’s” birthday gifts and shower. I quickly pack a bag and drive the hour to see him.

Once I get to his place, “R” accidentally head-butt’s me as he is excited to say hello. Thankfully “E” didn’t notice. The first thing “E” really has to say to me is “Where Did you Find Michigan Wrapping Paper”. This makes me laugh, and therefore gives me pain. We get upstairs and everything is just as comfortable and natural with him as when I left last time. We order a pizza (I actually eat a slice and he so thoughtfully has a Schweppes ready for me), watch football and chat off and on. He finally opens his gifts and to my relief, enjoys them all. I feel proud of myself, mixed with some panic because I am not sure if I “overdid” it in the gift department. We decide the games available for viewing are not worth watching and opt to watch the 1990 version of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Original movie. It’s comical for both of us and allows us to reminisce about childhood.

After the movie we make our way to bed and watch multiple episodes of “Nailed It” on Netflix. It’s hilarious, but having gotten ready for bed, I took my pain pill and feel some relief. We joke about the contestants and how we think we’d perform. It’s not a fancy night by any means, but one that made me feel very comfortable. After three episodes, we go to sleep. My favorite part, because it allows us to get close and wrap in each others arms. Again, everything was very PG-13 — no other scandalous rating here. But I am content with that, for now. My only disappointment is there still hasn’t been that electricity filled first kiss. I believe it IS coming.

Sunday:

“E” and I both have plans today. So we can’t “laze” about. We prepared to leave and then went our separate directions after, again, the best hug in the world. After an hour of driving and lamenting over our separation, I took Bailey to her grooming appointment. I went Target and did a minimal amount of Christmas preparation for about 1 and a half hours before heading back to Pet Smart. Bailey was not quite finished yet, so I wandered about and bought her reward. I am recognizing she gets more anxiety ridden and upset as we make the trek. She is fine on the way home, so, I know it’s the realization of where she is going that makes her a bit worked up. I discussed with Mom-Mom having a mobile groomer come to the house to try to make the process easier. Once the dog is finished, we finally head home. It’s about 3 and a half hours later (1:00PM to 4:30PM) and we’re both exhausted.

“E” and I text all day. I am never upset about it. I try to give him his room and not text him all the time, but then he has messages me. I think it’s a good dynamic. I wouldn’t change it.

I’ve now completed the blog. There are a few “Sunday” details, that really aren’t important to the overall message, so, no harm in omitting them. Also, I keep falling asleep here.

More to come…

Font Key

Headers

Cancer/MBC; My Nemesis

Author Tidbits and Wisdom

Notifications: @kcco265 , @guardgirl101

[sundayskin]

[fnbskincare]

The INKEY List C-50 Blemish Night Treatment to Reduce Breakouts and Blemishes 30ml Reviews

The INKEY List C-50 Blemish Night Treatment to Reduce Breakouts and Blemishes 30ml Reviews

Recommended uses for product Pores Item form Oil Brand The INKEY List Use for Face Specific uses for product To be used in the PM as your last step before sleep. Follow your usual skincare recipe, but replace your moisturizer step with this night treatment to help reduce and prevent breakouts. Apply a thin layer to face and neck. To be used in the PM as your last step before sleep.…

[sunn-i]

(Another) impulsive skincare haul...

[isgrow]

BEST Skincare Products Of 2018 | 8 Items

These are my favorite skincare products of 2018😁 I wanted to keep the item count minimal, so I mention only the best (11 items) Listed below are the products/topics

FACE WASH

– Black Wolf | Activated Charcoal Face Wash activated charcoal face wash

EYES

– Bioelements | Multi-Task Eye Creme Multi-Task Eye Creme

– Craig Conner Skincare | Eye Serum

Eye

TONER

– Humphreys | Witch Hazel Facial Toner, Cucumber Melon http://www.humphreysusa.com/skin-toner-melon.htm

SERUM

– Valjean Labs | HYDRATE (Hydrate (Hyaluronic Acid + Vitamin B5) https://www.urbanoutfitters.com/brands/valjean-labs

– Valjean Labs | GLOW (Vitamin C + Magnesium) https://www.urbanoutfitters.com/brands/valjean-labs

– Herbal Dynamics | HYALURONIC ACID 62% HYDRATING SERUM Hyaluronic Acid 62% Hydrating Serum

MOISTURIZER

– Earthen Skincare | Instant CelluMoist Moisturizer

MASK

– Bioelements | Collagen Rehab Collagen Rehab

AFTER SHAVE

– Black Wolf | Soothing Razor Bump Cream soothing razor bump cream

RICE PAPER

– Palladio | Rice paper Blotting Tissues (natural) https://www.sallybeauty.com/beauty/makeup/makeup-accessories/rice-paper-blotting-tissues-natural/SBS-787100.html?utm_source=google&utm_medium=cpc&adpos=1o1&scid=scplpSBS-787100&sc_intid=SBS-787100&utm_content=SBS-787100&gclid=Cj0KCQiAjszhBRDgARIsAH8Kgvcw3miMhWfTc7Syli-hqTENNI5KATEsq9i0PvWpm5jUe_uD0LISwEwaAqZhEALw_wcB&gclsrc=aw.ds

SOCIAL MEDIA | Instagram: @georgeschirra Snap Chat: georgeschirra Twitter: @georgeschirra Mail: georgeschirra@aol.com SHOP: www.etsy.com/shop/georgeschirra

being published on http://mybecause.com/best-skincare-products-of-2018-8-items/

[adambuffett]

i’ve been using that oil serum from marshalls on my face for about a month now and my skin looks gr8

[chevaliermalfets]

my brain: in the 2012 movie valjean jumps into a body of water to escape from javert and later javert jumps into a body of water to escape from valjean

me: yeah that's great buddy but how about we focus on grading these lab reports