no time to get nervous

About 4 years ago my dentist recommended that I get my wisdom teeth out. But since they do not give me any problems, I hate the thought of being in surgery, and I very much don't like how much it costs, I have not followed their advice. However, recently I have been again strongly urged to get them removed so I begrudginly decided to put myself on the waiting list. It takes about a year in my city to get an appointment. I figured that gave me a year to mentally prepare, save up the cash and if my circumstances, or cowardness, changed I could always cancel. A co-worker got hers out a couple months ago. She had been in pain for months beforehand and kept trying to get in on a cancellation. I think she only had to wait 8 months - which is considered really fast.

Imagine my surprise today when I got a phone call only 3 days after putting myself on the waiting list. Apparently there are two cancellations in the next 3 weeks. I don't know if I'm lucky or doomed. But by lunch time on Saturday June 10, 2006 I will no longer have any wisdom teeth. The receptionist asked me if I wanted to be sedated. Heck yes! I responded. I don't care if it costs more. I'm a wimp. Some poeple get lucky in love or in cards. I, my friends, get lucky in having pain approach me at lightning speed.

I was planning to go to Calgary that weekend and do some IKEA shopping for my new place but I guess that's out. Oh well, I'd rather get this over with.

Back to packing!!! I can't believe I move tomorrow. Too late to run away now - the money's all been sent to the lawyer. Yikers!

kitchens, cosmetics and rapists

Moving day approaches fast! It is still a little bit scary. Today's goal - to go for a bike ride and to pack up my bedroom. I should add packing up the kitchen to that but with having to work during the day - I don't think it's gonna happen. I know myself and my non-motivated-after-work ways too well. So yes, clothes and cosmetics and bike ride. That is a very attainable goal.

In other news, there is a "repeat rapist" on the loose in my city. The paper was very clear to state that they, as in the authorities, aren't calling him a "serial rapist" because he's only raped 2 girls and attempted a third. I'm not sure how many women have to be violated before he becomes a "serial" rapist, but God forbid the public get in a panic (which they implied would happen if they used the term "serial") or that women feel unsafe (again implied). I don't know about anyone else, but the fact that a dude is walking around trying to rape women he doesn't know (and just for a fun fact, the first rape was near my current area of residence and the attempted one wasn't too terribly far from my new area of residence) doesn't make me feel super safe - whatever the label. Not to mention that a woman was attacked running by the river last weekend and knocked unconcious (they said it was an unrelated attack).

Boy am I glad I took that self defense class.

A new show for me to watch

Due to the Queen's constant posting about Battlestar Galactica (just so you know Maryanne, I searched your blog and you have 12 posts mentioning BSG), my roomate Ky and I rented the first two DVD's of the first season to watch this week while packing. We got through the first DVD. Thoughts: Interesting show. Definately has the right type of characters and potential love triangles to get you hooked. Raunchy sex scene within the first 20 minutes though - could have done without that. I believe the words out of our mouths were an exclimatory "Maryanne and Chris!!" As if we were blaming them for the presence of a sex scene. But that was pretty much it for raunchiness (and let's be honest folks for me anything on television, or in public for that matter, beyond kissing is raunchy. I just don't need to see it!). I predicted a few things, was surprised by a few. And there's a super cute boy on it. All in all it was a fairly enjoyable 3 hours. And I got a bunch of stuff organized and packed too.

I think tonight the queen's cousin is coming over to hang out while we pack. We might intro her to the show too.

Happy packing day to me, happy packing day to me...

Rating of G

So, packing continues. Thankfully I actually got some accomplished over the weekend. Today, I might tackle the storage room. It's a scary place. I might put it off because there's lots of other stuff to do. We'll see how I feel as the afternoon continues.

And because poor Ariann was so appalled at my last joke, here's a couple extremely G-rated ones for her.

Why was Cinderella such a bad hockey player?
Becasue she had a pumpkin for a coach.

Why was Humpty Dumpty so happy in the winter?
Because he had such a great fall.

Back to the packing!!!!

Things I think are cool: Grown men in crush shirts with moves

This made me laugh. Especially when he got to the 90's - because I remember watching (and attempting) some of these.

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I have felt kind of bogged down the last few days. I think it is because I've been frustrated with work. I find when I do not enjoy my day, I have absolutely no motivation to do anything all evening. I haven't even been able to gather the ambition to floss before bed this week. Which is a shame seeing as I have a dentist appointment next week (I've had 3 consecutive cavity free appointments - is my luck about to change?)

But today, I feel different. Maybe because it is Friday and I don't have to work this weekend. Maybe because the pressure is now on and I basically have to get packed and ready to move this weekend. Or maybe it's just one of those days - but whatever it is, I feel better than I have the past few mornings. I hope it is a good sign.

So in the hopes that I will be so productive this weekend that I won't have time to blog, I will leave you with a silly little joke. I love silly little jokes and all of my friends have heard my favourites multiple times - but this is a new one. So I hope at least one of you out there enjoys it.

Mama Mole, Papa Mole, and Baby Mole all live in a little hole. One morning Papa Mole sticks his head out of the hole, sniffs the air, and says, "Yum! I smell maple syrup!"

Then Mama Mole sticks her head out of the hole, sniffs the air, and says, "Yum! I smell strawberry jam!"

Then Baby Mole tries to stick his head out of the hole to sniff the air, but he can't because Mama and Papa Mole are both in the way. He whines, "Jeez, all I can smell is molasses!"

Have a lovely weekend!

Should I stay or should I go?

So, I've a load of cash in my bank account right now. More than I have ever seen (or probably will ever see) in my whole life. I have to put the rest of the down payment on my house next week so a fairly big chunk of my RRSP money has been transferred to my account and is now accessible (in Canada first-time home owners can withdraw it for a downpayment without getting taxed as long as they pay it back within 15 years). I also have all the rest of the money I scrounged up for the down payment and for the repairs that need to be done in short order and all my savings from the past 2 years. It's become quite the little stash of cash. And it will be mostly gone after next week. Then the rest of it will disappear as I put in the new furnace, have the electrical repairs done, and attempt to perform all the other necessary minor repairs (I say attempt because I am not very confident in my own ability to do things like put in new taps and punch the holes in the soffits - but I am going to try!).

The thing is, I have enough air points on my credit card that I could fly somewhere exotic and remote for free. I figure if I sold my car for cash as quick as possible, took all the money from my accounts and used the free flight to somewhere good to hide, I would be able to skip out on my now-legal obligation to buy the house and live on the run from the law for quite some time. It'd have to be somewhere cheap like Thialand or something because it's not that much money (so sadly Grand Cayman, which is where I really want to go, is out). Now if you know me at all, you know I would never do such a thing. But the last few days at work have been kind of frustrating and I've been daydreaming about it constantly. And it's looking mighty tempting.

So if I should happen to disappear in the next few days, please know that I am likely well and do not try to contact me. Eventually, you will get an unsigned postcard from somewhere that looks relaxing and hot. And that one will be from me.