Month: May 2007 (Page 3 of 3)

Yeah, I’m a self-proclaimed princess. My dad called me princess my whole life. So I guess it’s only fitting that I get a crown, right?

eeeeyeah.
Hrmph.

Have to admit, I was hoping for something more along the lines of precious metals and jewels (which, I suppose is still possible if I get a grill), but indeed, I am destined for a crown of the porcelain nature. Sigh. My dentist showed me the crack in my tooth (going from the inside outward), and it did look pretty bad. (My liberal arts training right there, who needs to study all those books…..) He was a bit on the fence, it was right at the minimum (or maximum), depending on how you look at it, but in the long run, I’d be risking a root canal, and those cost more than crowns, are more painful & have a greater exposure for infection.
SO! Crown it is. Someone, somewhere, in a lab far, far away, is crafting me a custom-fit crown for my molar, and I’ll be getting it installed early June.

My jaw is nice & sore today, from the drilling out of the old cavity, and of course having a syringe the size of an ice pick inserted into my lower mandible. I have remnant stress, too, from tensing my muscles. Good times! I feel like I’m entering the phase of life where all we do is shuffle from one specialist and medical situation to the next. You know, the phase that happens right before DEATH. At least I’ve had three nights of cough-free sleep! But my doctor still hasn’t gotten my new prescription phoned in, so I’m trying to reduce my stress and not skyrocket my blood pressure. Jesus. I’m seriously one step away from talking about bursitis and heel spurs, aren’t I????

In any event, the sun has reappeared for at least a short time, and I think everyone in town is just a smidge happier because of it. We were seriously getting close to flood levels of yesteryear, and the Weather Channel has been having calf upon foal in our area, what with the tornadoes and rainfall and flooding. I don’t want to speak for everyone (but I will), when I say that I think we all just want a little normal right now. Just a day or three. Normal, level everything. Weather, health, gas prices, general human interactions. I’ll truly just settle for the weather right now, and if anyone can make that happen, it’s Jim Cantore. C’mon Jim. Thousands are counting on you. I’ll even make you a weather crown.

Well, it’s a Monday, that’s for sure. I have a dentist appointment today (one that I’ve already rescheduled once), to get a cavity pried out & either re-filled, or a crown put on. For the first time in my life, I don’t want a crown!

Add to that a nasty headache that resists all forms of treatment – Excederin, Water…. and work things are bursting into flame, so I just want to bury my head in a pillow (possibly bite it) and sleep, sleep, sleep. The bonus is that I’ve now had two nights of blissful, cough-free sleep. Go allergist dude for identifying the meds as the culprit!

Oof. It’s a Monday all right. I’ve got a case of ’em, too.

Shit, that’s what they’d probably put on my tombstone, if I were to have one. Except I guess it would have to say ‘Large & Not In Charge Anymore’. And speaking of tombstones, I don’t want one, fyi. Back to taking the reins, sometimes when you feel really off-kilter and out-of-sorts, the best thing you can do is TAKE CHARGE. And that’s what I did today. Bam! Boom! Thwack! (No people or animals were harmed in the Taking of the Charge.) Felt good. Got rid of the crazies that were fluttering around like drunken moths obscuring the light from my soul.

Speaking of crazy, My Friend Kristin has some sort of restraint. Yesterday on HER morning commute, a crazy woman stood in the middle of the intersection and started taking her clothes off while talking wildly to noone in particular. If :I: had seen that, you bet your bippity I’d have had my camera phone out so fast you wouldn’t have even had time to SPELL crazy. Blog Fodder, posting by 9 a.m.! Crazy People! Disrobing! Not me for once!

Well, it’s day #139 of overcast and rainy, and yes, that’s a grotesque exaggeration, it’s only been two days of it, but still. I know we all need rain and clouds and April Showers Bring May Flowers, but embroider that shit on a pillow, I need some SUN! Not baking, broiling, stifling heat (we had to put the a/c on for one. whole. day!) but just nice beams of sunshine and Vitamin D and a little drying out and really, in the end, this is all about the tempo of the wiper blades. When it’s not pouring rain, you put the wipers on “intermittent”. And then there’s a gauge for “super long pause intermittent” on one end, and “why aren’t you just kicking it up to regular wiper speed intermittent”. And finding the perfect balance in-between, the exact point where the wipers clear your windshield without allowing too much rain to collect, people, this is frustrating to find. And I’m tired of playing the What’s My Proper Wiper Speed game while I’m trying to drive, and slowing for school zones and looking at Ward Parkway and then add to that, I’m now on watch for insane people pulling their shirts off. The burdens. How does one smaller than I bear them, I ask you? :sniff: It’s difficult to even imagine it.

(I’m feeling verbose AND dramatic and that can only lead to one thing: bizarro blog entries!)

Unbeknownst to me last Saturday night, I witnessed a burglary.

I had gone to pick up some dinner, kind of late, because I’d gotten all wrapped up again in my plantings, so it was around 7:30, 7:45. As I headed for 99th Street, I looked over to where the KC Gardener’s Association plant sale had been, and saw people loading the plants into their cars. Of course, I thought they were volunteers, because every year after the plant sale, the leftover plants are taken to the association chair’s home, where they are sold at half price. The Wo and his buddy Eric were going to go over to his house Monday after work, and I even remember thinking, “Wow, they had a lot of plants leftover, the guys will have fun on Monday looking at them all!”

Nope.

Jerkballs, thieves, assholes, you pick the noun – they loaded up all the plants into their cars and STOLE THEM. From a non-profit organization. $7,000 worth of plants. James and Eric discovered this when they went by the chair’s house last night. And imagine my surprise to discover I’d watched it happen.

I said to James this morning, “Well, certainly the police will investigate that, given how much the plants were….” and I trailed off, because of course, the value of the things stolen from OUR home last year was more than that. And nobody ever followed up or did anything to make me feel like an ounce of effort was being put into finding the culprits. So I’m just saying. When I rule the world, things like this will be given the attention they deserve. Part of me wishes I’d been feeling my usual chatty self and gone over and chirped at those people, maybe gotten a better look or even an inkling that they were up to no good. Of course, who knows. They might have been armed plant robbers, and god only knows how badly they wanted all these plants. It’s just a damn shame, because it’s their only fundraiser and you want to believe that the hobbies of gardening, or knitting, attract and retain only good moral people, but we know people steal yarn, steal knitted samples, and now we know they steal plants.

Maybe instead of a head smack, they should get a cactus smackin’. Where it counts.