Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Good morning boys and girls, it is a rainy day here and we really need it. I have had a fairly productive morning so far. I've burned a copy of 'My Time: A Boz Scaggs Anthology (1969-1997)' for a DJ friend of mine.
I have been soaking a bunch of 1 dram size oil bottles in a strong soap solution since Sunday to help remove the oil residue. Later I will don the rubber gloves, remove what I can of the labels, and into the dishwasher they will go. This should remove any remaining oil, scent and label as well as partially sterilize them. Then it's into the hot water bath on the stove and I'll boil them and finish sterilizing them. They will need to air dry for a couple of days after that before I can start filling them with oil blends.
I will be going through my formulas this week and choosing some samples of scents that I've already created and I am in the process of creating a couple of new ones for a couple of women that I know. Once I have finished, and the bottles are ready, the scents can then be blended, bottled and set aside to age for a couple of weeks. This will give me time to type up the care and information sheets and price lists.
Still no apartment available, however, my friend H, has a room she said she will rent me for $50.00 a week and has plenty of storage room for my furniture if I need it.
Bh and I have been spending a lot of time together and have done a lot of talking. We have been able to work out a lot and are actually friends now.

Three ducks walked into a bar.
"Say, what's your name?" the bartender asked the first duck.

"Huey," was the reply.

"How's your day been, Huey?"

"Great. Lovely day. Had a ball. Been in and out of puddles all day. What else could a duck want?" saidHuey.

"Oh. That's nice," said the bartender.

He turned to the second duck, "Hi, and what's your name?"

"Dewey," came the answer from duck number two.

"So how's your day been, Dewey?" he asked.

"Great. Lovely day. I've had a ball too. Been in and out of puddles all day myself. What else could a duck want?"

The bartender turned to the third duck and said, "So, you must be Louie?"

"No," she said, batting her eyelashes.

"My name is Puddles."

Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 9:04 AM

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