Huzzah!

At long, long, long last, Law Dog has finally completed the infamous Pink Gorilla Suit Story.

I think we finally nagged him enough. Either that or my creative writing teacher was entirely right when she said that sometimes, the best thing to do is to walk away from a tale for a while, and come back to it later.

I hope so, because my block on Jane has only gotten more solid the more I push on it, and my life has increased in hectic-ocity since CM and the kids came into it, so I've back-burnered her for a while. She's not going under the bed yet, just to the side of the desk, I swear. But she isn't being very forthcoming with me right now, and I don't have the time to sit down and sweet talk her.

Maybe all of ya'll can spend the time you used to spend thinking about the PGSS bugging me about Jane. I'm not sure if it will do any good, but maybe it will make her feel important again, and she'll start being clear. Lately she's been about as clear as mud about the rest of her story, the confounded woman.

Yippie Skippy

I'm sitting here waiting for my Computerized Farm Records class to start, listening to everyone BS and fiddling around on the net.

It's been a long weekend... I spent twelve hours in the car on Friday, did the Old Homestead's Big Birthday Bash Saturday, in addition to hauling Sparky and J down. I hauled Sparky cause Farmmom would have killed me if I hadn't, and J wanted to look at Miss Legs and maybe take her for the semester. We're still not sure if he's gonna or not.

I'm just exhausted for no good reason. I napped this morning before my first class, and again in between my first and second classes, and I'm still tired. Maybe all the napping is why.

On an entirely different note, I'm sort of scared. MC asked me what I wanted for my birthday, and said that since I wouldn't tell him (I don't know! Everything I wanted the Farm Family got me!) he's going to have to be creative. My actual birthday isn't until Thursday, so he's got some time to plot yet.

Well, the instructor is starting to look around like he's ready for us to chill out and get going, so I'll have to wrap this up and actually pay attention. Sort of. Since it's Quick Books I ought to be able to snooze through the biggest part of the lectures without too much trouble.

First Day of Classes

Over and done with.

Two classes with Marilyn, one with the droning snorefest from my Ag Financing class last semester.

Should have known he'd be in charge of the Computerized Farm Records class. Ah well. I also have to have a three ring binder and a thumb drive for his class.

Tomorrow, I have Career Math at eleven (with Mr Droning Snorefest himself, again) and Intro to PC Applications at five thirty.

Nothing extremely entertaining to report, I haven't met any of the freshmen yet, so I don't know what they're like... Maybe I'll be able to report on some of them after tomorrow.

Sparky has returned, after a summer of no love, since he didn't have a phone or access to a computer that could go on Myspace all summer. He's right back in the swing of things, living over a bar and already riding C's new horse, who by all accounts, is just a bit evil. She wants me to ride Lakota (the horse) too, but since C has been building this horse up as a big bucker ever since she got dumped, I told her it would have to wait until I got my saddle up here. I don't like her saddle, it's all smooth leather including the seat, and it feels like riding a greased pig if anything goes the slightest bit rodeo.

We still don't have an indoor arena. You know, the brand spanking new fancy shiney expanded indoor arena barn and classrooms that they promised we'd have by the time fall semester started last year? Yeah, they tore out all of the panels in the arena, and the wall between the arena and the old stall area, and the outside wall on that side, dug a bunch of trenches for their new foundation, all in a week and a half or so at the tail end of last semester, and then.... stopped.

I've been watching all summer and it got to a certain point and then, everyone vanished. No workers, no new materials, nada.

Turns out, they ordered the wrong steel to start with, and the steel that they needed only started arriving yesterday.

So, no indoor this semester, which is going to suck when the weather gets bad. They've ordered a cover-all (I'm thinking that it's going to be what I like to call a condom building, a cover of some kind of flexible material stretched over a series of pole supports so that it has the texture of a giant "her pleasure" condom) for the stalls for the colts, and are waiting for it to arrive before getting the "school" horses in and starting riding classes. All reports say that the school horses will arrive the second. That's right, the second of next month. I may have to take C up on her offer of riding the evil mare (the more the merrier, this horse has serious respect issues, and the more she is reminded that that poo don't levitate around here the better) just to keep my sanity.

I'll be bringing Sparky with me this weekend, Farmmom, so you can beat him yourself for not staying in contact. And, I'll be bringing JB (the one that worked out at the Blue Rose all summer) to look at miss Legs and see if he wants to take her for the semester. I think she'd teach him a thing or two.

Speaking of the horses, the college has instituted a flu shot policy. Either you hand over a vet certificate saying that your horse had it's flu shot, or you administer a flu shot yourself to your horse with an instructor present, or they're just gonna go ahead and give the damn flu shot and make you pay for it. They're tired of dealing with the influenza sweeping the barn.

Looks like it's gonna be an interesting semester.

YAY!

Teh Intarwebz is back up and running.

No time for a longer post right now, got too much stuffs to do to finish up the move.

Updates n stuff

So. Moving house tomorrow morning, still got a buttload to pack.

Will be without net and tv and house phone till I can get them switched over.

Got the Noel pup moved up here, and she's doing really well adjusting to having Happy (Roommate's dog) around. He's in his kennel and Noel is in what will become my bedroom, with a kennel set up for her. She probably won't use it tonight but its got a nice soft blanket and one of my older housecoats in it.. it smells like mommy. Plus her food is in there, so yeah.

Lots to do tonight. Not a lot of time to do all of it, and not a lot of motivation, since it's raining out. Days like today make me want to curl up and take a nap, not industriously pack up the rest of my household.

Blargh

Heavy box of glass baking pans + a slip + a bad catch = owwie wrist.

I'm thanking my lucky stars that I have a brace for the right hand right now.

Oh Joy

"Hey Doc, how ya doin?"

It was last Friday and I'd just walked into the back room of Doc Moreschini's office, and plopped my happy (read: well-drugged) butt down into the torture devi... er... dentist's chair.

"All right, how about you?"

"Oh pretty good, Doc, just a couple little annoyances. Bone spurs, one here on the side of my mouth and one in the roof. You know, where I had that sore on the roof of my mouth?"

"You just can't get them out, huh?"

"Well the one is attached to my jaw still, but it's coming through the gum. The one on the roof is weird though, I may have some growth on that one."

"Hmm... let me look at it."

......................

"Well, it's not growth, it's just a dead flake of bone that's floating around up there. We'll pull it out just so that it for sure won't cause any problems."

"Whatever you say Doc." Bless you, makers of Diazepam.

I don't know about you, but when I hear the word "flake of bone" I'm thinking like a bone spur, a little sliver. Not something that requires an incision. And a good firm yank.

I am so glad I had figured on him actually having to do something really dentisty and had taken my happy pills. Otherwise, I might have hurt Doc.

Anyway, he got it yanked out and took care of the other little problem, and I was sitting there reeling, when he showed me the piece that he'd pulled out of the roof.



Yes, folks, that's a standard #2 pencil. And yes, that really came out of the roof of my mouth. The top picture is the side of the thing that was pointing down, with the top right corner of the thing being the portion I was actually feeling. You might be able to see the jagged protrusions on that side. The other side is smooth.

Anyway, Doc wandered off for a few minutes, made a slight adjustment on the denture, since the fit had obviously changed a tad, and then he dropped the bomb. He told me that he wanted me to go check in with the oral surgeon before I left town, and made a point of talking directly to the guy to make sure I got in.

Two hours in the waiting room at the oral surgeon's office, five minutes of face time with Dr. Day, and he tells me "I don't see any problems, it doesn't appear to go into the sinus cavity, so it should heal over just fine."

Whew. $95 later we were on our way.

That night, as I was performing my standard oral care, along with the oral care for open wounds that has become all too routine, I made a rather unpleasant discovery.

I couldn't spit.

I'd try to work up a good spit while brushing my teeth (the ones that don't come out) and I'd get a mouthful of air. Oh, I should explain. I take my denture out to brush my bottom teeth, because lets face it, it's easier. Besides, running my tongue over the roof of my mouth and my gums while I have a mouth full of tooth paste is an easy, effective way to clean and freshen up there.

I managed to spit out the mouth full of tooth paste, although it wasn't pretty, and I felt at the hole in the roof of my mouth with my tongue. Then I performed a little experiment.

I closed off the back of my mouth with my tongue and sealed my lips tight, and tried to open my jaws.

And lo and behold... I discovered a hole from my mouth into my sinus cavities.

Well crap, time to worry about infections a lot more.

So I made what seemed at the time to be one of the bigger mistakes of my life. I rinsed with Listerine.

You don't realize how little you think about what you're doing with your mouth until something forces your attention to it. I took a good rinsing swig of Listerine, and proceeded to half drown myself.

Do ya'll have any idea how much Listerine burns in your sinuses??? It's not pretty.

Saltwater rinses, while possibly less effective at killing the nasties, are, for the nonce, kinder to me myself and I than Listerine.

And, before you all start yelling at me to go back to the oral surgeon, I called his office yesterday, and he said that the soft tissues should heal back over and close the hole. If it doesn't close completely in a month, he wants to see me.

Other than that, I get to half drown myself every day trying to care for this... hole.

I am learning how to do it without winding up with salt water running out of my nostrils, but I still sputter to some extent every time.