Today's Treat: Soda!

So, it's been 72 hours, and from what I've read and been told I can have a bit of soda today. On Thursday I went to the grocery store and got some fantastic organic Pear Apple Italian Soda. Then I realized I couldn't have it for a few days. I'm fixing to go crack it open and give it a spin. :)

So, today I got up early. I'm thinking I used to sleep in a lot on the weekends because of the constant infection in my mouth. I can't even make myself sleep all day! I had a hard time Thursday. Maybe on Sunday I'll keep myself up until 6 just to be able to sleep until Noon so I won't be dead dog tired at 10, which is an hour and a half before I get off work.

I fixed my friends internets today. It's the weekend, so I'm at her pad. It's been down for a while. Man, Airports are a pain in the ass. Melissa, my hat's off to you for working at Apple so long. Which, by the way, I was fixing to call you but didn't want to give you flash backs. But I found the problem. I'm actually online on it right now. I should really have a more tech centered job. I'm thinking about saving up some monies, or using my hopefully obscenely large tax return (yeah, when I filled out my paper work? I opted for them to take the max amount out of my check, and within this fiscal year, I've been enrolled in at least 6 hours of college and will be paying student loans) and getting A+ certified independently.

I'm going to go back to enjoying my soda, eating Reese's, triple fudge brownies, crying at CSI, and generally PMSing.

Mmmm Oatmeal

So, I gots my teeth pulled out the other day, and it went really good.

Right now I'm having a bowl of buttery cinnamon oatmeal, or some crap like that. How much more soft and nutritious can you get?

Anyway, my dentist is awesome. I didn't feel a thing. I druggedly professed my love to her afterwards. I really didn't feel a thing. Not even after the Novocaine wore off. I was a little sore, I mean, just from having pieces of enamel ripped from my jaw, but no real *pain* to speak of. I realized yesterday that I'd pretty much been in constant pain. When I looked at the teeth, the widsom tooth was all yellow. Like, rotten yellow. I'm thinking the constant pain, tiredness, and grumpies were because of this constant infection. I'm glad it's out.

I took yesterday off, along with the day of the extraction, just to rest, but I couldn't sit still! I went and got my oil changed, a tire fixed, my radio installed, I had lunch with a good friend.. Man it was a great day, but I am ready to go back to work. Just today, and than it's the weekend. I even got up early today and went and got my hairs did!

Now it's too bad I got my favorite soda in the fridge that I can't drink until I'm healed more. The carbonated water can dissovle the clots.. or upset them.. or something. I don't remember how it works exactly but I'm not going to find out. My clots are nice.

Why Is It...

Yes yes. At four in the morning I toss and turn, thinking of all the possible reasons why something is the way it is.

Take, for instance, the fact that since I've started carrying a purse, I'm called "ma'am" and "lady."
Doors are opened, and I'm not even showing cleavage. It's not to say it didn't happen before my brain was kidnapped by the purse carrying gnomes, it just happens more now.

Also, why is it spaghetti seems to taste better in a bowl as opposed to a plate? I actually think I know the answer to this one. Usually, when spaghetti is made and eaten off a plate, it's fresh. My momma (yes, my mother is a great cook. I'll take her food over anything else you'll throw at me, no matter who made it, how good you think it is, or how expensive it is. Mom food = the best food on the planet) oh crap. I completely forgot where that sentence was going. Anyway, I think the answer is in the timing. See, I eat it off a plate when it's fresh because it's dinner time. Even though we are a heathenish family, we've been known to use plates and silverware. I usually eat it out of a bowl as a midnight snack, lunch, or dinner the next night. After the flavors have had time to stew and blend and get yummified in the fridge. Which, right now it's the wonderous mom-food that I'm snacking on right now while blogging instead of sleeping.

Going back to the purse, why the hell do I have sooooo much crap in there? Looking through the contents you'd think I'd be ready to get stuck in the rain while reading a book with super small print, while simuteneously getting a migraine headache and having an irresitable urge to move the music files on the flash drive onto my computer while getting ready for a date , charge my mp3 player, manicure my nails and paint them *takes a breath* if I ever had a day like this, then I would have used everything or most everything that is in my purse at this moment.

GOD WHY? Who needs all that crap?

I do, apparently. Along with some Valium and a nice hot bath. I'll be ookies. ;)

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Alright. Now that's out of my system, news. My moms doing better as far as her belly surgery. She's having her kidney operated on October 9th. So, if you would, even if you're just a passer-by of this blog, pray for her. Even if it's just hoping for a moment she's okay, it's human energy and inspiration sent in a positive direction. She can use good hopes, prayers, everything. Well, me too. And my dad. After being married to her for over 30 years, he's still crazy about her, and just looks lost and generally upset when she has been in the hospital. He'll sleep on the couch he misses her so much. Yeah, he's got it pretty bad for her.

Next up, I'm having some teeth taken out Wednesday. Pray for good drugs, eh? I'm kinda nervous about it. Not so much the pain. Just, teeth. Being taken out. But, I'll be in a lot less pain than what I've been experiencing the last few months. And, I'll be able to chew easier again. And, on both sides of my mouth, not just one! That's been my mantra lately. I'm excited about the results, just not too gun-hoe about the procedure.

Last time I had teeth taken out, I'd been shot with a bee bee gun and damn near bit the dentists finger off. I was 6.

Still have the bee bee lodged in the throat, too. Shows up on x-rays clear as day. How cool is that? Maybe one day I'll scan it and post it.

Lazy Libra

I am, and have been called, a Lazy Libra. I work 40 hours a week, and when it's done, it's time to sleep.

It's true.

There's been a lot of stuff going on lately, tho.
I got moved out of International Ops into Domestic Ops. Which is awesome, love all the boys I work with. Probably most likely not going to Winston-Salem. Which sucks, but, I'm okay with it.

My mom had surgery last week. She's doing great, tho. She has more stuff coming up. They found something on her kidney when they did the CAT scan to find out what was wrong with her belly. It's probably renal cancer. Not sure what to think/feel about that yet. So, more later. She has her pre-op appointment on the 30th, which is my birthday. That sucks, but what can you do? They might do the pre-op stuff early, depending on how she heals from Thursday.

Alright. That's all I got. Love you guys.