And The Hits Just Keep On Coming!

So, I had a dental appointment the other day, discovered that I needed two root canals (not just the filings that I wanted) and that the dentist was willing to perform the extraction I needed.  We know I got the extraction cause that was the day that we found out my sister was 6 months pregnant.  That is healing nicely, by the way, cause I know that you all were wondering!  I’m putting the root canals off until I can pay cash for them. My plan is in place!

Saturday I worked with my mom for four hours, walking the aisles of the antique mall where she has a booth.  I took a shift for my dad.  It wasn’t bad.  Dad brought me lunch and took over for the second half of the day.  I was eating my chicken sandwich as I was driving home and bit down and was like “Crap, a chicken bone? Is that even possible??”

Yeah, not a freaking chicken bone.  I have a tooth that has a crown from a root canal about 20 years ago.  The crown fell off.  AND IT TOOK THE TOOTH WITH IT!!!!

So, I’m driving down the road, discovering that I have a shear plane in my mouth and a freaking tooth still inside the crown in my hand.  I’m so not a happy camper.  Fortunately, since it’s a tooth that had a root canal, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t bother me.  I make it through the weekend and call the dentist on Monday, got a Tuesday appointment set up.  Scheduled a teeth cleaning for Mr. T at the same time.  Two birds.

Okay, remember me mentioning that I have two root canals I need and am putting them off?  Yeah, well, in order to fix the tooth that broke this weekend, I have to have one of the root canals done immediately.  Sigh.  So, I go in next week for the extraction of the roots of the broken tooth.  Then I’ll go in and have the root canal done on the tooth next to it and then, after it’s all healed, I get a replacement tooth.

Really?? Can I have one break.  Just one.  Please.

Let end by saying, I’m not lacking in my dental hygiene skills. I brush, I floss – all the darn time!  Ask my fellow blogger Erica, she will tell you that my favorite habit when on the phone is to floss my teeth.  Well, not my favorite habit, but she does hear me do it at least in every other conversation!  I don’t sip sodas, I drink them down so that the acid doesn’t sit on my teeth.  I drink a ton of water.  I take care of my mouth.  I think it’s genetic.  My mom and my grandmother have all gone through this, so I’m blaming them!

Enough about my tooth issues.  Maybe one day I’ll have a post to write that doesn’t involve my teeth… one day… but since I’m currently fixated on this issue, that day is not today!

And the hits just keep on coming...

And the hits just keep on coming…

Happy Spring Break!

Gone to the Dogs

My life has gone to the dogs.  Literally.  Well, last month it did, anyway.  Every year my parents take the grand kids camping the week between Christmas and New Year – and every year, the one week I have without my son, Mr. T, I usually get sick.  It’s like my body knows that I don’t have anyone to take care of and it decides that I shouldn’t have any fun.

This year I would have welcomed being sick.  What I got instead was way worse…

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Meet the cast: Zack

I’ve mentioned that my 27 year old brother has congestive heart failure.  So, since he isn’t working, he decided to go camping this year.  Mom and dad took Zack, the giant German Short-hair Pointer that is the sweetest and gentlest of dogs and he loves to go camping.  I always take Zoey, the Bichon Pomeranian mix that wakes up in a new world every day, as Zoey and my dog Shorty get along very well.  With my brother, Lee, going camping, this left his dog Cassius, the Boxer, to take care of.

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Meet the cast: Cassius

Now, don’t let his sweet and innocent face fool you.  Cassius can’t stay home alone, he loves getting into the neighbor’s yard, he loves barking loudly and as he’s only a couple years old, he loves chewing up everything.  Being the good sister I am, I said “sure, I’ll take him for the week.”

Obviously I’ve lost my mind at this point; I just couldn’t see it yet.

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Meet the cast: Zoey

I live in a subdivision.  I have a lock on my gate and I have a doggie door.  Shorty pretty much has free run of the house and yard.  He and the dogs behind us run the fence line playing with each other.  He likes to bark at the dogs to the side of us, which are huge, just to show them who the boss is.  He very seldom bothers the dog on the other side of us.  I only have to lock Shorty inside if one of the neighbors is using the weed-eater, as the weed-eater is his mortal enemy.

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Meet the cast: Shorty

Day 1 I learned that I can’t leave the big door open providing access to the doggie door.  All day long I was up and going to the back door to call the dogs inside.  Every time another dog was let out, Cassius lost his mind.  I’m sure he wasn’t trying to be mean, but he’s a boxer, and he has a loud bark and he will “box” the fence, he pounds his front paws on the fence.  I’ve learned that this creates a huge ruckus.

Day 3 I learned that it is pointless to sweep and mop your kitchen when you have ground still wet from the snow and you have three dogs.  I hadn’t even finished mopping before I had mud on my floor again.

Day 4 I learned that if a boxer boxes a fence too much, it will break.  I also learned that a Bichon Pomeranian can fit through an opening the size of a fence board.  I also learned that when you put rusty nails in your pocket while you are replacing the fence panel to be careful when you sit down! I kinda forgot that I had put them there, but they reminded me pretty quickly!

Day 5 I learned that a fence is a fence is a fence and it doesn’t matter that they’ve already broken panels on one side that you have had to replace, they will break panels on other sides, too.  I also learned that some neighbors aren’t as understanding… Fortunately, we mended fences – literally and figuratively.

So, due to incoming inclement weather, I got a call that they were coming home from camping a day early!  Yay me!! So very happy!  I got all the dogs loaded in the car, gathered up leashes, bagged up the left-over food and collected the toys.

My car battery was dead.  Yeah, that happened.

Best Laid Plans…

We don’t keep cokes on hand much in my house.  If we did, we’d drink them and I’d go broke.  Now, chocolate syrup used to make chocolate milk, we go through 2 big bottles from Sam’s with alarming regularity, but apparently, chocolate milk is supposed to be the best thing Mr. T can eat and drink after wrestling practice.  I’ve refused to Google this, cause what if it’s not true?

We drink milk, Kool-Aid, tea and my new favorite, Mio.  Anyway, there are very few rules in the house, but don’t drink my last Diet Coke is one of them.  I don’t care if that coke sits there for weeks, when I want a coke, it better be there! Anyway, I have a diet Pepsi hiding out in the fridge.  Not my drink of choice, but it was free.  Last night, Mr. T had theater rehearsal and then wrestling practice after school, so I didn’t pick him up until 7 last night.

Nothing is better than being able to have a coke and not have to hide it from anyone! I planned to sit on the couch, pick a show off my DVR and sip my cold coke while dinner finishes in the crock pot!

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The Pepsi was flat… sigh…