Things To Be Thankful For

We weren’t able to get to the big family Thanksgiving dinner today because David wasn’t feeling all that well, and also yesterday I had some tummy problems, so instead of stressing out trying to get everything done, we decided to just take it easy for the day. Sorry to miss out on the great food, but that’s how it is. We at least had turkey for sandwiches and we’ll have a little something easy for dinner shortly.

Here are some of the things I’m thankful for anyway:

  • We have our health, for the most part (stitches out, no more Frankenmouth, yay)
  • We were able to go to London and had a lovely time being tourons
  • We have an incredible family, especially Shel and Leah, David’s parents
  • I didn’t blow up the microwave earlier
  • David has fixed a problem with the stove (but looking forward to a future remodel)
  • We both have fulfilling jobs, something not everyone can say this year

Oh, and I’m thankful that I have the day off tomorrow, something that doesn’t usually happen. Scheduling on my team got less complicated so next year I have it off, too. However, I am NOT setting foot in a store.

Sabre2thless Tigress – That’ll Teach Me Not To Floss

If you think dentistry is squicky or disgusting, it’s probably best if you just move along to something else, possibly involving unicorns frolicking in a meadow. With spoons.
That said, let’s move on to the events leading up to yesterday’s rather unpleasant activities, which involved:

  1. A loud sucking noise, with disturbing interruptions that went “THHHUPPP!
  2. A nice man and lady discussing Polish films while doing awful things to me.
  3. Large metal implements that looked like pliers and thumbscrews THAT WERE IN MY MOUTH.
  4. My head being used for leverage, very thoroughly but considerately.

Clearly, I was not having a great time, but it actually wasn’t that bad, especially since I couldn’t really see what was going on. I was Tweeting things beforehand with a hashtag of #isitsafe, but it wasn’t horrible torture. It was necessary because for the last couple of years, I neglected to floss consistently, and didn’t get in to see my regular dentist because I didn’t want to deal with my “problem” upper back molar.

My dentist Dr. Salzberg is a wonderful guy, and he’d put a crown up in there to replace a really bad filling that had broken. In fact, that one molar has been a problem for at least 15 years or more; it may have been done when I was still living in Salt Lake, although it may date from some dental work I had in Eugene in college.

The crown was never really a success; there just wasn’t that much material left to attach it to, and there was a little ledge under it that tended to collect food. Dr Salzberg told me he thought we needed to re-do it or something 2 years ago, and I didn’t want to deal with it, and avoided the issue by not going in for regular cleanings.

Well, that’ll learn me.

Here is where you should stop reading if you really don’t want to know too much about modern dentistry, or pliers, or souped-up Dremel tools that go where they have never gone before.

I will add that my periodontist, Dr Dan Greising, is a wonderful person, very calm and caring, and he actually called me at home last night to see how I was doing.  David was absolutely floored.

Now then, on to the needless details of my oral surgery yesterday. You have been warned.

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Sorry, Boos and Ghouls, No Candy. Really.

With Halloween on a Sunday this year, I’m home during the beginning of prime time “trick or treat” visitors.

As it’s still broad daylight outside, leaving the porchlight off isn’t really a visible sign that “we’re not at home, no candy here.” So I barricaded the front porch with 2 plastic chairs, and on the walkway leading up to the porch, one plastic chair tightly wedged between the lilac bushes, and another chair in front of that at the beginning of the walkway from the driveway. I just didn’t want to hear the doorbell all afternoon and evening, and also didn’t want them wasting their time coming up to the front door.

So far, 2 groups of the little darlings have pushed their way past the chairs (I can hear the scraping and their high-pitched little voices), but they figure it out at the door and don’t ring the doorbell. Still, we’ve got the indoor lights off, the curtains drawn… how much more of a hint do you need, kids?

Since they were being so… persistent, I went back out, turned the chairs back-to-front so they didn’t appear so inexplicably inviting, and made my barricades a little more secure. If they’re breached, I’ll have to go back out with a mop handle to jam between the chairs and the bushes, and maybe some other random crap from the garage.

A co-worker is proud of the fact that her neighborhood is the kind where kids are brought in by the mini-vanfull in order to get the most candy loot; she proudly mentioned that she has to buy bags and bags and bags of candy, because she gets hundreds of trick-or-treaters. That could be fun, and if I were a real nine-year-old (instead of one only in my head) I’d be heading for her neighborhood tonight too.

Actually, Elk Grove Village residents seem to really be into decorating for the Halloween boos and ghouls – I keep spotting houses that my inner nine-year-old recognizes as prime candy-bagging spots. My own suburb is kind of lame in the way of decorations – maybe because we don’t have the majestic trees (yet) that EGV boasts. It’s just not spooky enough here without big trees, maybe.

Still, it doesn’t stop the candy zombies from trying to break down my barricades. Maybe I’d better get out the supersoakers and start hollering “Say hello to mah leetle friend!”

Watched Hoarders, Cleared Out Bathroom Cabinet

Funny how this works. I have a high tolerance for clutter yet feel much calmer once I finally buckle down and clean. After watching the latest Hoarders episode, I often feel the need to clean the counters. Tonight I threw a trashbag full of partly used “hotel amenities” and travel size items from trips out of the bathroom cabinet. And cleaned the kitchen, and cleared all the stuff off the dressers. Still some laundry to wash, fold, sort later.

Maybe after watching another episode; got reruns to catch up on.

Got a houseguest coming in a couple of weeks, I’m gearing up to get the spare room tidied up.

Its Fucken Raining and Their Is Lighting

…wow, this guy sure knows how to deconstruct the English language. #fb

A summer storm? It’s unheard of! | Attempts at Rational Behavior

It really was fucking raining overnight, and there was lightning in the middle of fucking summer. However I don’t believe 2012 is true, because that is a fucking movie.

About 1130PM last night, I was awakened by a tremendous clap of thunder, although I’d been aware of the thunderstorm while dozing along. WHAM! WHAMMITY-BAM! David generally doesn’t wake up until things go “BLAMMITY WHAM-BAM BOOM!” but eventually the storm went to 11 and David woke up for a little bit. He had an app for the Weather Channel sending him little push messages on his iPhone, which buzzes and lights up with a cheery little note: “Flash flooding alert” for our little village, so that was fun reading. I checked out various windows, because I enjoy a good thunderstorm and like looking out to see all the carnage taking place with the rain and the flashes, so much like God’s disco strobes.

And yes, summer thunderstorms in the Midwest are a regular feature. I logged into the Weather Underground site to watch their repeating radar maps for a while, and could see a big blob over Iowa that was stationary while the red, angry storm cells marched along over northern Illinois and southern Wisconsin.

Earlier this morning, I recalled the big blob over Iowa as I texted our friend Steve, who’s doing the Ride Across Iowa. At that moment he was on a bus headed west on I-80; he’ll dip his rear wheel in the Missouri River tomorrow morning and then set off on his fancy-schmancy carbon-fibre recumbent. Hope he does well and rides safely, and hope he doesn’t have a lot of horrible bad weather to ride and camp in. It sure was a mess last night, though.

I had a morning doctor’s appointment and got there early, and thinking there might be some standing water on my usual backroad route, took the expressway. Good decision, as at least one of my usual sneaky ways was blocked off with big orange detour signs. I didn’t see any trees down, but then I didn’t get into the little back streets.

Afterwards, met up with David for some yummy breakfast at Richard Walker’s, and as it’s been fucken raining and their is lighting today, stayed in and listened to the radio all afternoon.

Stormy Weather

Wednesday’s storm was enough for a co-worker to text all of us saying “OMG Mother Nature is angry!!” after she got home and the storm hit near Midway.
Thousands without power after storm hits area :: CHICAGO SUN-TIMES :: Metro & Tri-State

Severe storms passed through the Chicago area Wednesday evening and several funnel clouds were spotted in a storm that knocked out power to at least 220,000 Commonwealth Edison customers.

The National Weather Service is investigating reports of a tornado having touched down in Downers Grove about 5:30 p.m., although they had not yet confirmed it, according to National Weather Service meteorologist Ben Deubelbeiss, who said the service will not be able to confirm whether a tornado hit until Thursday morning.

No big deal by us, I said at the time. Then last night about 3:30 am, I was awakened by thunder and lightning, very very frightning. At 4:00 AM, all hell broke loose and sheets of rain were hitting the house. Rileycat was very, very tense and freaked out when I bumped into him in the dark as I went around looking out of windows. David got woken up about then by a huge crash of thunder, and he checked on things downstairs and unplugged computers – even though we have power strips and UPS’s on most of our major electronics.

And oh goodie, we’re not done yet.

Rain, lightning, thunder, high winds and power outages reappeared in Chicagoland overnight, making what has already been one of the wettest Junes on record even wetter.

After ComEd was finally able to repair damage done by storms early last week, the utility was faced with even more difficulty after the storms moved through the area around 4 a.m. this morning.

As of 9 a.m., according to ComEd spokesperson, 13,600 customers were without power in Chicago and the suburbs following the storm. In Chicago itself, there were 4,800 without power, 2,500 in the south suburbs, 600 in the western suburbs, and 5,700 in the northern suburbs.

That storm has moved southeast, and the weather outlook is calmer for the rest of the morning and afternoon, but it will be hot and humid, with highs expected to reach the 90s. And the rain hasn’t gone away completely — there’s a chance of a storm this afternoon, tonight, and tomorrow.

Behold, The Incredible Farting Clogs!

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Just bought these at Lowe’s, after trying them on with socks. Without

socks, every step makes a fart sound.

Time to go fart around in the garden!

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UPDATE: And so, I have finally committed shoe crime, not with ugly, yet trendy Crocs, but with ugly, unfashionable flatulent Sloggers ™.

The really irritating thing is that there are actually some cute gardening clogs and rain boots at that site, but the cheapo “Nautica Blue” ones Lowe’s sells are the farty ones. I’ll have to drill or melt some decorative little ventilation holes to try to cut down on the flatulence, which I admit is pretty damn entertaining but also kind of distracting.

I should have gotten an earlier start on the garden stuff today, when it was foggy and cool, but I was too busy drinking coffee and listening to NPR on WBEZ. And then I spent some time watching the family of polyandrous ducks that seem to have decided our backyard pond is a nice place to hang out (Riley was very intrigued). Too bad the pond will go away as soon as the draintile project is done, sorry Mr and Mrs and Mr Duck.

I spent some time hoeing out weeds in the front beds and spreading a little mulch, but it soon got hot enough that I decided I’d gotten enough vitamin D for the day (no sunscreen) and went inside. That’s when I realized that there were omens telling me it was really a good time to stop:

  • Accidently turned the shower on as I stood, fully clothed, in the tub to rinse my feet
  • Bobbled the water bottle bite-valve I was trying to clean right into the toilet

Quitting time, or “Time to quit slogging and start blogging.”

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Title: Behold, The Incredible Farting Clogs!
By: GinnyRED57
Originally uploaded: 22 May ’10, 1.09pm CDT PST

Is This Thing On??

Yes, I still have a blog, I’m still a blogger, I’m just… hey, yeah, I have a life but never seem to take the time to frickin’ blog it already! #fb

I’ve been really getting into learning all the stuff I have to know in order to follow the crazy dream of making virtual “stuff” to “sell” on Second Life.

And of course, I’ve been following the national political news, the international news, and the incredible tragedy that is Haiti.

I’ll try to be better about keeping up with my doings, boring and dull as they are. 😉

I was at work until 7pm tonight, it was a horrible horrible busy day, and we were all swamped. Um… what else? I’ve been working out 3 or 4 times a week still, but I’m on some kind of plateau at the moment, still hung up at 215 pounds, but I feel great, and look like I’ve continued to lose fatty flabby stuff… so I guess I’ve been putting on a bit of lean muscle in the meantime, which is fine. I’ve lost a lot of inches around my middle and backside, and pretty much everywhere.

David was sick last week, so we had to miss out on some family events, drat it.

Ummm… Avatar was… amazing… and we saw it at the local Imax theater. In fact, wouldn’t mind seeing it again.

I was pretty horrified yesterday by the recent Supreme Court decision, and felt kind of “goddameh” about the fall of Air America Radio. I guess the only thing that will matter in this country in the future is how much money it’ll take to put a particular point of view across as “the truth.” And everybody will dutifully follow along and accept it because the winners get to set the narrative… unless they forget to tell the story, and then the losers who tell a better narrative actually win.

Back To Hell | And So It Begins

Tomorrow at 9am, the guy comes to install the ceiling fans in the two “guest” bedrooms. Here’s the pictorial story so far:

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We load up on a thousand dollars’ worth of flooring, the same color and brand of “lock & fold” engineered stuff that finally saved the day on the original Floor Project from Hell.

This time, we’ve also bought the pine quarter round, and bought an undercut saw, because last time we learned that the pre-finished quarter round that’s part of the flooring system was made of some kind of densely impenetrable wood that our pneumatic brad nailer couldn’t handle. The pine came out fine, and I learned a few things about sanding and staining, while David learned how to use the mitre/chop saw we also bought as part of the “we’ve got to salvage our pride and get this damn project done” process. We also have the big bottle of special glue, which was used on exactly 1 run of ripped boards right at the end, and also in the closet a little. Last time, at least during the week or 10 days that it took to finally get it done, we must have made half a dozen trips to one of 3 home improvement stores in the area. Oh – and we also bought a quart of stain, and a quart of polyurethane, rather than do like we did before and buy stuff as we realized we needed it. Got staining pads and the underlayment stuff that the floor floats on, too.

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Behold the “guest bedroom,” which has become a complete tip, full of unseasonal clothing, travel bags full of snorkel stuff and Hawaiian sand, some unwanted bedclothes, and discarded junk from the painting job in the smaller room.

We actually would like to have a “guest bedroom” for something called “guests.” It would remain a cat-free zone. And along with that, we’d like the smaller room to become useable space, and not the unsorted laundry version of the Dead Letter Office. I’m toying with the idea of moving my computer(s) up there, but at the least it’s supposed to become a cozy little reading room.

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The front hall is suddenly full of DIY loot, plunder, and booty. And fans.

Yesterday we also brought home about $425 worth of ceiling fans, after a rather stressful sourcing expedition to the local specialty shop, Fan C Fans. It’s kind of a weird place, stuffed full of boxes stacked 8 or 10 high, with fans going overhead. And narrow little passages between the stacks of boxes, which wobble a little if you have to squeeze past someone. But the people there are very knowledgeable, and after some discussion they helped us find two fans of the right size and color and whatnot, along with lights and remotes.

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Decks cleared, ready for action

This time I’m hoping to be more organized about the work space, as it reduces stress levels all around. The hardest part of the whole job will be after the fans are installed – we have to rip up the carpet and get it hauled downstairs, and get ready to put down the underlayment. Then we have to start laying down the boards so they’re straight and tightly joined. This time, the long wall we start on has a door in it, and we start right there, so… tricky. That’s why David thought the undercut saw would be worth it. If we go on with the master bedroom project, there are 2 more doors, so it seems a reasonable outlay.

With any luck, we could have the subfloor prepped and underlayment done tomorrow. We think we have the plan of attack figured out as far as where we start from when laying the flooring, and what we’re likely to face as we get to the far wall and inside the closet. We hope it’ll go pretty quickly, and will decide when done if we want to tackle the master bedroom, and its much heavier furniture that would have to be moved out temporarily. That would be a separate trip to Loew’s for more flooring and quarter round.

Wish us luck, we’re off to storm the castle!