The recurring plague

I have the plague again, too many pets on the weekend. I keep hoping I'll get over it. So much to do, so tired.

100th anniversary

Jay and I are out at his hometown's 100th anniversary celebration. There are a whole bunch of relatives staying in his parents' yard. Half a dozen dogs, a few horses, some kids, a whole lot of drinking and relaxing, and some rodeo watching and other things in between. It's a nice change from earlier this week.

Not so festive

Canada Day wasn't much of a celebration for our family. My uncle, Paul Beingessner, was killed the week before and the prayers were on the 1st, funeral on the 2nd. I kept thinking I saw him out of the corner of my eye, I could almost hear him commenting on his life and the funeral, comforting others. He was a terrific person, everyone who knew him will miss him.

New niece and some trauma

I have a new niece, almost a week old now, Elise. It's a bit of incentive to finish the baby quilt I'm making, plus the burp cloths for Ali. I'm glad they got a girl, evens things out.

In some totally unrelated bloody trauma, I managed self-surgery. My bone spur was rubbing on my tongue again tonight, I was picking around and managed to knock it off. Turns out I don't need my dentist after all. But AAAAHHHH bone spur chips! Hopefully it's not trying to grow back.

Work is slowing down. I actually have the urge to chat with people, which only happens when I don't have the pressing need to get things done. It's weird.

How things go

I went back in for a second round of bone spur grinding, and it's finally bearable. Now I just have to hope that my monstrous food-catching hole closes in. I have a feeling my wishing isn't going to work, it's a rather large hole and it's been a week already. Oh well, can't win them all, especially in battles with my dentist (or so it would seem).

Work is starting to wrap up, thank heavens. I've been ready for summer vacation for a couple weeks now. End of June, baby. I've been officially offered the job again for next year, and have also officially finished the 1st year monitoring process. The guy who watched me gave me rave reviews. This shocks me, because there's so much I need to work on and fix, on multiple levels. But he seemed to think that I did fine, and he's the expert, so who am I to nay-say?

I was all excited to start taking my B.Ed. next fall here in town, but since have found out that it is only geared to people who aren't me - they're only offering classes during the day, and they won't offer the first year classes again after next year as they want to see how the program goes. Thanks for coming out. And after all the reassurances I got that they would definitely work with me, they were going to try their best to wrap their schedule around my work hours. I know they meant well, but I'd rather have realistic expectations than a yes-man response. It would have saved me the $115 application fee plus a lot of time, effort, and getting my hopes up. Not impressed. I have a line on another possibility, I'll hopefully see this week if it'll pan out. Fingers are crossed, but this time I'm a lot more skeptical.

Ow

I got a couple wisdom teeth out on Thursday. I got lucky, there was no swelling or bruising, and it hasn't been very painful for the most part.

However, I'd noticed a nagging minor pain and a slight gouging of the tongue ever since the freezing disappeared. I assumed it was a stitch, so I cut short the one that looked to be the culprit. But it was still bugging me, so I poked a finger in there to feel what was going on. Lo and behold, there's a pointy chunk of bone sticking out of my gum. And every time I move or flex my tongue, it aggravates it. Do you have any idea how often you move your tongue? ALL THE TIME.

I left a mildly grumpy message on my dentist's answering machine. If they try to charge me for fixing it, I'm going to be angry and vocal.

I like the pretty flowers

I just got this today:



I've never seen Lady Slippers in stores before, I was really excited. I hope I don't kill it.

In a strange an unexpected turn of events, Jay and I won a 40" flat screen TV. Evidently we got put into a draw when we bought the camper.

It's shiny. And now we have far too many TVs.