I went back to the dentist today to get drilled and filled. It took quite a bit longer than I was expecting–two hours. It turns out that the little pinhole cavity that showed on the surface was a much larger cavity underneath the sealant that’s been sitting on my tooth since the late 80’s. From the looks of the filling, they had to drill out almost the entire middle of my tooth. Plus I had to get three (3) anesthetic shots because the first one wore off, probably because I had a mild freakout at getting a shot in my mouth. I was much less tense for the second and third because I was getting tired of the drilling and it was starting to hurt. And then the dentist said the Root Canal word as she finished up because the cavity was so deep that she had to drill closer than she wanted to the nerve. Fortunately the x-rays showed nothing worrisome.
And then I had to pay close to $100 with the deductible and what the insurance wouldn’t pay. At least I have insurance now, but damn, I needed that money. :mad:
That’s an impressive demonstration, gotti. Apartment building owners need to see that, she says as she looks around her apartment built in the mid 1970s with who knows what that would burn nicely inside of it.
Home from Men’s Night. 'Twas fun as always. Steak, sallit, bizkits, baked N.O.T and green beans. And, of course, an appetizer of smoked sausages with beer brat mustard. Oh and beerverages, of course!
I talked one of my fellow parishoners (with a phone call to his wife to confirm) into making Irish soda bread for our St. Patrick’s dinner/celebration next month. Hey, he said they know how to make it, so it’s like he volunteered! What? That’s the way it works down at good ol’ St. Pat’s. If’n you say you can do it, then do it you shall. MMMMMMMMM… Irish soda bread! Speakin’ of the dinner/celebration, y’all may remember back in November when I informed y’all that my good friend and fellow churchgoer Ron had died suddenly. Well, he and I are the inventors of our Irish stew which we named “St. Patrick’s It’s Irish Because We Say So Stew.” Thus, it will be a kind of sad day on March 19th, the day of the celebration (we choose the Sattidy closest to St. Patrick’s Day each year) as the stew is bein’ prepared for the first time without Ron. We talked about that tonight.
Also, I recruited help for two Friday night fish and chips durin’ Lent. This will be the second annual Stations of The Cross and Fish and Chips nights. During Lent we will have two SOTC, two Rosaries (Yes, we Episcopalians do that), and two Even Songs (Evening Prayer with hymns and other music), plus all the other Lent stuff like Shrove Tuesday Pancakes, Ash Wednesday, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday (one of the Even Songs is Good Friday with the Passion Gospel) and a couple of Saturday Quiet Days. We do up Lent right, we do!
All in all a fun and productive night.
Oh and one of the fish and chips recruits, well, he shall remain nameless, but y’all may have heard him referred to as OYKW.
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It was an eye-opener.
When I heard that the sofas (sleeper-sofas, actually) had been donated by a local hotel refreshing the rooms, I was thinking “Ah, so these are commercial-grade and more fire-resistant than what you or I would buy for home use.”
If that upholstery was any sort of fire-retardant material, I’d hate to see “regular” furniture.
What kinda surprised me was that the audience broke out in applause when the sprinkler head popped and put the fire out.
A side note that I’m sure our own Bobbio could attest to if he hadn’t packed up the computer was the amount of good-natured razzing and ribbing amongst the firefighters, and definitely directed at the probies. Even “Sparky” - some poor soul in bunker gear and a furry Dalmatian head - was the recipient of comments about how he wasn’t dressed properly, and also about how some little girl was absolutely terrified of the over six foot tall dog.
I irked, I came home, now it’s Bachelor Food n’ beer. I’m off tomorrow, so I’m tailgating before the game. My friend has a nifty tailgating grill, it’s a charcoal grill made out of a propane tank.
Could I ask one of you to knit a sweater for Ernie? It’s almost spring, so he wouldn’t need it until the fall. Y’all seem to like knitting so much, I thought maybe you would need a new project! It’s no biggie if you don’t want to.
Dinner was cabbage and sausage and cornbread. Mmm…
Aha, I see. I hereby propose that we get a few good trouts and go on a crusade smacking people like that. We can also trout (is so a verb) people who think theirs is the only oppressed people ever, people who think The Man is out to get them without actually having the slightest who The Man may be, and anti-vaxxers. The last ones get trouted twice.
I’ve got an appointment with a family lawyer to get info on what exactly does the law say about an adult child’s duties toward parental units. I’m not planning on doing anything which would result in “her or me” drama for the Bros or somesuch, but I just need to know where am I legally allowed to draw the line. There are behaviors which, if they came from a friend or SO, everybody would say “kick them out!” - but ah, if it’s your mother, bend over and spread 'em, and you better have brought your own lube.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis warm out. 64 degrees Amurrkin. I don’t like that this early in the mornin’ in February. This usually leads to stormy weather. Why do I feel like bustin’ out in song?
Nava, you know what they say… you can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, [del]but you can’t pick your friends noses unless you have permission[/del] but you can’t pick your relatives. We just got to live with 'em.
Ok, I am off in search of more caffiene, the mornin’ feed of rumbly tummy and irk purtification.
I spend more time not sleeping than I do actually snoozing, but I can’t nap during the day because it makes me feel really ill. Usually I have to get up and do something or read a book, no telly in the boudoir so I’d have to go downstairs to watch anything.
Nothing exciting happening in my world at the moment, I am looking forward to a bonus day off in a couple of weeks’ time though. I never work on my birthday so that’s the first day of the year that I book off!
My mum is in the middle of her holiday in New Zealand and sent me a text this morning to let me know she wasn’t squashed under a building. I had to ring her neighbour to let him know she was ok as he’d already had a long line of the oldies turning up on his doorstep wanting to know if she was ok. The pleasures of living in a complex of 34 flats full of old gossips…
It’s Fat Club tonight and I had wine and kebab on Saturday night. Somehow I don’t think the scales are going to be very nice to me later.
Howdy Y’all! I am home. I went to irk but I don’t feel really good. Tummy is kinda queasy and my haid is achy, so I decided it was best to give up and come back to da cave. I am eatin’ some crackers and drinkin’ some Diet Pepsi. That seems to be settlin’ tummy down a bit. Think I’ll take myself to bed for a bit and just rest. I had planned on BLT’s and fries for dindin but instead I took some chicken noodle soup out of the freezer. That seems a wise thing.
We got a foot and a half of snow between Sunday and Monday. So both KT and I worked from home yesterday. We managed to stay out of each other’s way and get work done. The only real inconvenience was when our cleaners showed up and had to vacuum around us. I’m usually not there when they come so it’s a lot less convenient for them and us to have to work around each other.
We did get out snowshoeing on the little pond behind our place. Nice, deep powder with just a little crust on top. KT said it was like walking on creme brulee as we crunched through the top.
He made gumbo on Sunday. It’s become our go-to stuck-indoors-in-the-cold dinner. So good.
