Deb & the Chipmunk Cheeks...
Well I made it out alive...and currently I have cheeks that could be bitch slapped a million times and I wouldn't feel a thing.
It went quick. I sat and talked to the hygienists and to Dr. Schmidt for at least 15 minutes before we actually did anything and then when it came time to pull, it wasn't really pulling as it was prying. The teeth had cone shaped roots so they pretty much popped right out. I admired them on my way out and thought "wow, look at that cavity!"
It wasn't huge or anything but I could definitely see it. Makes me think that down the road I may want to get those bottom ones out too since food gets trapped back there as well but for now we will see how this goes.
Currently I have a day of little planned. Wash some clothes, make my way out to the garden to see if I have any tomatoes to salvage and that is about it. I am going to be bored out of my skull.
Last night we went over to Jerry's after I had made a run to Sam's Club for some trinkets and helped him pull his tomatoes and turnips. Basically that means that I will be making more salsa and canning more but that is okay as long as I get some more jars. I am nearly out after the pickles and the other canning that I have done so far. I guess I am really turning into some domesticated diva. Yikes. I might as well move out to a dirty old farm house and raise chickens.
One thing however that sucks right now: I am hungry.
Son of a bitch.
Turn up the Heat!
Friggin windy ass day today...and it is not going to get any warmer.
Really I don't mind the cool days of fall, it's a nice treat from the heat but I guess I am not wanting summer to end. Too many good drinks out on the deck at the Oar and on the patio at the Bistro. The days of drinking and laughing outdoors is about done.
Well, Celeste came over with my trove of treats last night from the Passion Party. Tame stuff overall but really nice stuff that I was really looking forward to. I mean doesn't everyone need some glittery powder to make themselves look all sparkly and cute?
I am aiming for cute so I don't feel old.
Why?
Because I did some fashion looking for fall. I bought a lot of summery things and now I am confused on what to wear.
For Women in their 30's: You want something that functions at the office and for a night on the town without looking trashy. Rock-a-Billy tees are not for you.
So with that info, I have been looking over my stuff. Actually I am pretty fortunate, a lot of it can be worn with a pair of jeans or trousers and be in still, thank god. I do need to get a pair of shoes that I can wear with my jeans tho other than my running shoes. I can always wear my boots too but sometimes I feel like a damn Brutus running around with those on. Celeste has a really cute pair that she bought and I was looking at them at Herbergers the other night. They are a snazzed up pair of flats. Yes, flats. Well I need something more casual to go with jeans.
She told me to break down and buy them. I should but I am not sure. This weekend is the goodwill sale at Herbergers, I may just go scrape something up and go get them. The black ones are of course my speed. She has brown but I have nothing brown, NOTHING. I don't think brown really is my color.
I may need to go pick up a few jackets if I can find something that I like that will cover the girls. That is always the problem, I feel lumpy bumpy because the girls are so big I can't either get the jacket closed or when I do I feel like a shar pei puppy.
Tonight I also get the privilege of going and picking tomatoes from Jerry's garden. He has been hounding me for the last three days...he's just as bad as all my jerks. I know he means well but dear lord...I know I know I know!
With that, back to watching fight night at the Ralph.
The "Ugh" Factor...
Okay today has been "random acts of aggravation" day.
First, I really didn't want to get out of bed. Torrie was laying up against my tummy this morning and for a change she wasn't a bed hog taking all the comforters so I didn't mind her laying with me. Besides she was warm.
I got up and had a hard time getting moving. After my shower I had to slather my neck pretty good as my seborrheic dermatitis is back...ugh. Itchy shit. I called to have my prescription of Elildel refilled as I am out. I had to go peek again to figure out what the hell I have...sounds about as wonderful as that pear did yesterday.
Though the exact cause of seborrheic dermatitis isn't known, several contributing factors seem to play a role, including an abnormality of the oil glands and hair follicles. People with this disorder seem to have increased oil (sebum) production.
It's also thought that in some people, a yeast (fungus) called malassezia grows in the sebum along with bacteria. Antifungal treatments, such as ketoconazole (Nizoral), are often effective, supporting the idea that yeast is a contributing factor.
Outbreaks may be linked with production of certain hormones, physical stress, fatigue, travel, change of season — outbreaks are usually worse in the winter — or illness.
Ugh again. Hopefully this will pass.
I just love being a petri dish.
After reading that now, I feel I should go take a shower, lube myself up, and then douse myself with flea powder.
How sexy is that?
Work related Ughness...one of my AP's as been here three times this week already. THREE. Today is Wed...please please please don't come visit me any more. The guy is from Bosnia and has a hard time articulating what he wants to say and now he is pissy again. He wants me to fix all of his problems, and he has plenty mind you, but I am no miracle worker. Hell, my life is not wonderful in all aspects either but I wasn't going to take a royal dump on him. Not that he would understand anyhoo as half the time I don't think he listens to me anyway.
So, I have made the determination today that I am going to try not to let stuff get to me.
As you can see, it's not working. I am going to have to go find some more face pounding videos to post here...that always makes me chipper.
Did something die?
Ever have that nasty feeling that there was something around you that you should be able to touch or at least see before it comes?
I have been feeling like this for the last few days. No, this is not leftovers from Friday night either...just some heavy duty karma.
Maybe it's my teeth.
I don't know.
weird.
Okay, back to fun, no more over analyzing things yet again.
Man, this Pear looks nasty...
Okay I have this pear on my desk. It apparently has had a rough life and I haven't done anything to help it along to a timely death. It's starting to get brown and nasty.
Now why do we do this?
We buy food with every intent on eating it, we even drag it with to work thinking "wow, what a healthy little snacky poo I have there." yet there is sits...collecting office fur as this place is a blanket of dust. (well I try to keep my sin bin clean but there is just a time when you have to admit defeat.)
So I will attempt to kill the pear today but right now I am sucking down fuel and I really don't have the fuzzy stomach yet were I need to eat it.
I also need to find a way to pop my back. I have one spot that is just killing me and when I arch I can feel it, but I can't get far enough back to pop the problem.
I look like I am try to stick my boobs up my nose.
Well, it's not my fault the friggin things are like two beach balls.
I will find a way to take care of this, even if I have to lean over the pedestal on my desk to get the task accomplished because I am not going to troll around here all day like a accident victim. I can tell you exactly why my back hurts too.
It is about a foot and a half long, wears black fur, and snores.
Damn dog.
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Oh sweet Lord what have I done?
Okay I did some playing around...this font needs to be bigger but I think I may have accomplished something. This feels more like it is mine now.
Let me know what you think of it...damn it.
AND THAT GOES FOR ALL YOU TROLLS TOO.
God, it's not like I am asking for your first born...but I would take them if you were offering. This adoption shit is really getting on my nerves.
A quickie...
no, not that kind...who has time for that anymore?
Well...okay, I will shut up. That was just a bit of sick humor.
First of all, no more two for ones. We went to Sidelines on Friday and I had WAY TOO MUCH TO DRINK.
Threw up.
Slept all day.
I was useless and I felt bad.
So today I had to make up for it so I cooked, cleaned, made salsa, soup, canned tomatoes, talked to grandma on the phone (finally) and did about 7 loads of laundry. Crazy shit.
I am waiting to pick up Celeste at the airport, seems that her flight is on time but that there is a a bit of weather between here and Denver. I suppose I could go do some of my ironing while I wait but I just don't want to do anymore shit today.
Lloyd mowed the lawn, ten friggin bags of grass. We seriously need to look at buying some livestock to come in here and start mowing the grass. This is retarded.
I took the bags to the recycle spot, that was fun considering I am too short to really get into the dumpsters so I had to stand on my toes and try to heave those heavy bags into the damn thing. Well the bags kept ripping and I got grass all over myself. When I got done I figured I would vacuum out the RAV as I have been meaning to.
That turned into me thinking...I should wash my floor mats.
Into the washing machine they went...twice. Plus a soak in the tub. They were just disgusting...but that is what I get for spilling coffee all over the damn place.
I get them into the dryer to see if I can get them semi dry...well they left rocks and crap all over.
Here comes the vacuum cleaner again.
Then the wet towel.
Now another load of friggin laundry which I do need to tend to.
So there you have it...big excitement.
Could I interest you in a jar of salsa?
