Friday, February 29, 2008
Yes, it is snowing again. I am the last freak left in this city who still thinks snow is pretty. Mind you, I get to sit comfortably in my little snow globe house here and watch it through the glass, which greatly adds to the length of time a person can admire it. If I had to be outside digging out and chipping off the car at dawn I might not be so enamored. Today my throat is scratchy and my hip hurts, so my lofty plans include mostly tea and knitting. Maybe some reading. And perhaps I might summon enough energy for a nap. Ruby is really pushing for the nap. When she went to go outside a minute ago and saw the new snow covering the step, she sighed and looked at the sky like "ENOUGH ALREADY". Tee hee! She doesn't really mind the snow as a rule. Not a fan of cold and windy and when the snow is sticky and gets between toes she can do without it. But when it is fluffy like this she is more apt to run around outside like a nutball than refuse to walk in it. She comes in all covered in snowflakes with that puggy grin, tail so tightly curled you can almost hear it "sproing!". The cats have been extra snuggly lately. This morning I got a chance to laze in bed an extra 20 minutes while DH got DD off to school. And I did so with a cat cuddled on each side and a pug at my feet. Nice and cozy. Of course, I was trying to ignore that I had to pee because I didn't want to get up. But you can only ignore that for so long. Ruby tsked and the cats looked ruffled when I got up and disturbed our little nest. Oh well. It was nice while it lasted. The beaded shawl is coming along. I still haven't lined the turtle and the peace sign bag, much to DD's consternation as she has claimed both. I just haven't been in the mood to drag out the sewing machine, the ironing board, and the iron. Lazy lazy lazy. I so long for a craft room where I can leave things like this set up all the time, and have a big flat table to work on an another surface to block larger items where they won't get in the way. My NEXT house is going to have the kitchen I want, space for my books, AND a good craft area if it kills me. And chickens. I want chickens. Is that so wrong? Next week will be very busy. I have to pick up my prescriptions. I have booked a pedicure (got a gift card for my birthday) and eyebrow waxing. There is a field trip for DD I might be going on if they have room. The Symphony to hear a woodwind exhibit and to the Art Gallery. My kind of field trip! DD is aghast that she will have to listen to "slow" music and that they most likely will not be playing rock music. And certainly not Ozzy, Judas Priest, or anything else that she likes. Where did this child COME from? I mean, I know where she came from. I even know how she got there. But for all intents and purposes she could have sprung directly from DH by budding, and skipped my involvement altogether. Now there is a thought, eh?
Thursday, February 28, 2008
My niece got her braces off yesterday. I still have not seen her new teeth, but hopefully will soon. I can remember getting MY braces off. It was like an evil curse had been lifted. No more sore face, no more sore teeth. And I could eat apples again without cutting them into little tiny cubes. And GUM. Delightful bubble gum. Taffy and candy and chewy stuff. Funny, we go through all that torture to get straight pretty teeth. And as soon as we get them, we want to eat all the junk that will rot holes in them. Odd, that. The worst part of having braces was getting them tightened. My orthodontist was a small woman. We are talking maybe 4 feet tall and all of 100 pounds wearing her "fat" pants. She would take this elastic chain that only looked an inch long and stretch it all the way around from the molars on one side to the molars on the other, hooking around every bracket along the way. To do this, she would literally climb right onto the chair with you and heave with her entire body. It was like being attacked by an elf. As if that wasn't bad enough, about an hour later, as your teeth started to move from the tension of that itty bitty piece of strong elastic, your mouth would start to get sore. Like having a tooth-ache in every single tooth. Then by the evening your whole face would hurt. After a couple of days of that, your teeth would move enough that the pain would stop. Only now the brackets were in a new position because your teeth have moved, and would start to irritate the inside of your mouth. Ever eat a toasted sandwich and scrape the roof of your mouth? Imagine that all he way around. Eventually your mouth gets used to it and the soreness goes away and the scrapes and irritation go away. Usually just in time for the next adjustment. Then the cycle would start all over again. Sometimes to move a single tooth down (or up) you had to hook these little round elastics around certain parts. I was one of the lucky ones, in that I only had to wear those little round elastics for a short time. And it was a good thing too, because they have a habit of shooting out of your mouth every time you open it. You would be sitting in math class, answering a question, when all of a sudden an elastic shoots out and lands on the desk of the cutest guy in your grade. Nothing like a spitty elastic to show that you care. I kind of miss them though, because with my thin hair they were the perfect size for pony tails that actually stayed in. I had a thing at the bottom, below but in front of my teeth called a "bumper". I hated that thing. It gave me sores and made me look like Bubba from Forrest Gump. One time, the dog got ahold of it and chewed it up and I thought I was done with it forever. Nope. My parents had the orthodontist grind it smooth so I could continue wearing it. Sure, I understand that those things are expensive and this was back before there was any sort of coverage for such things. But EWWWWW. And retainers. Ah, the retainer. After my braces I had to wear a retainer for a long time. Along with a headgear at night, and of course the dreaded bumper. I suppose a thin line across my teeth was better than the full metal jacket smile I had before, but talking like sylvester the cat (only a little more spitty) was a high price to pay. You are supposed to take it out to eat, but that is riskier than it sounds. See, you are supposed to carry around this little round case to put it in. You know, so that it doesn't get accidentally thrown away. How would that happen, you ask? Well, being a teenager of course you don't want people to see this gross pink plastic thing that you had in your MOUTH. But also, being a teenager, we all know that not only did you forget to bring your case you probably have no idea where it is anyway. So what to do with the offensive object while you are eating? Why, wrap it in a napkin or a piece of kleenex. Do you want to know the best way to throw away a mouth appliance by accident? Yeah. Wrap it in a napkin or kleenex. I can't tell you how many garbage cans I had to dig through to find it, panicking the whole time because they are expensive and my parents were going to KILL me. Here I was worried that I would be embarassed by my friends seeing my retainer, and yet how cool is it to sort through garbage in plain view at the mall? Sheesh. Between the thousands my parents spent on my teeth, my university education, my M.C.S.E certification, and my eye lasering I figure I might have to take out an insurance policy on my head. Wouldn't want to lose my investment.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
We have been having trouble with our sattelite lately. First off, on many channels the voice is not synching to the lip movements. And for some reason that really bothers me. It makes me sort of nauseated, almost like motion sickness. I have problems when the motions of something don't make sense in my brain. Like when a person's facial expression and body language doesn't match what they are saying. It makes me very uneasy and anxious. I don't watch very many political debates - snork! Then yesterday we lost service. It was snowing heavily so a disruption was expected. But our signal strength was good and all transponders were accounted for. Hmmm. Dh went out and brushed snow off the dish, but said there really wasn't much there. A call was in order. Can I just say that I don't mind those voice recognition programs that direct your call? In fact, I like them better than the third country call centers that finally pick them up? Now don't get me wrong. I don't wish anybody any ill will. But it was quite frustrating trying to understand a person with a french accent piled on TOP of annother strong one (Pakistani?) and she was a low-talker to boot. I had to keep asking her to repeat her questions. I know she was getting frustrated with ME as well. After a very painful 20 minutes I managed to get across what the problem was, and she managed to direct me to complete certain tests. It turns out our programming was outdated. She had me turn the system off. A few seconds later, it turned itself back on and had a message that it was downloading new information and please not disturb the machine. My first reaction was "Hey, COOL!". No phone line needed or anything. Then all of a sudden I got the heebie jeebies. They can target MY machine and download programming. From amidst all the other transceivers, they could send programming directly to MINE, and pretty much instantly. I suddenly had an instinctual need to cover my head. Maybe the guy who wanders around downtown with a hat made of foil covered with a pillow case has something there. He says it is to protect him from "the rays". I wonder if it works the same if the foil is non-stick and the pillow case has Dora the Explorer on it?
Monday, February 25, 2008
My stomach has been growling since before dinner last night. We were out to celebrate a birthday and the restaurant was not that great. The food I had was barely edible, DD felt the same way. DH liked his (pizza) but said it reminded him of microwave pizza. Which he happens to like, but DD and I would not have been happy with that either. So we left not very satisfied. DD had a snack before bed and was happier with that, but I can't seem to put a finger on what I want to eat. Now, we can get one thing straight. I know I can stand to miss a meal or two. My appetite has been a bit funny lately. When DH is on afternoons I often make something quick for DD and have cereal myself. Or sometimes I skip dinner altogether because there is nothing I feel like making for myself. Then I might have veggies and dip later, or a bowl of cereal after the child goes to bed and I have a moment to myself. Last week was pretty bad for that. And it extended into the week-end. I was hungry, but there wasn't anything it seemed I wanted. Same thing today. I had a piece of whole wheat toast with my pills, but there is nothing that I want to eat for lunch even though my stomach is doing a tap dance. Very odd. Maybe I will go browse in the fridge again. I've been doing that so often I expect penguins will start converging there soon ;). Meh, maybe it's the weather. Warm one day, freezing cold the next. Maybe I just need inspiration. Maybe, maybe, maybe I need somebody to come and cook me something!!