Wisdomless

Well, I have four less teeth. And I look a bit like a chipmunk. The "surgery" to remove my widsom teeth was apparently successful. Besdies feeling continually nautious from the painkillers, it hasn't been too bad. Although it did take almost a full 24 hours for the bleeding to stop. Queen of West Procrastination gave me a tip to use tea bags instead of gauze - which was awesome. I liked it because the guaze made my throat so dry but the tea bags didn't make me constantly thirsty. The best part by far was the laughing gas at the very start. After about 20 full breaths of the stuff I started to feel really relaxed. Then a couple moments of paranoa came and I wanted to start crying. Then all of the sudden I really wanted to thank the two nurses who were in the room for spending their Saturday taking my teeth out. In fact, I wanted to give them both a hug and tell them how much it meant to me. Then, thankfully, whatever she put in the IV knocked me out and I don't remember anything until towards the end of the surgery. I actually became concious while the surgeon was finishing up and I could hear his final instructions and I think he was probably doing the stiches or something.

So anyway, it's time for some more painkiller which means I'm gonna be nauceous in about a half hour. And a little loopy.

How do you spell nautious/nauceous/naucous?

to weed or not to weed

Just as an aside, do you ever feel really stupid and embarrassed. Like if you could take back something (or a whole bunch of things) you said or did and instead be ultra smooth, polished and classy instead of fumbling and ridiculous you maybe would?

Anyway, to the post.

To begin, I hate gardening. To be more precise, I hate bugs and other crawly things. And gardening = bugs.

So, my new place has a yard. And that yard is made up of two parts. A garden with some flowers and a lawn of weeds. No, not a lawn of grass, weeds. Think about a nice warm summer day and getting the urge to lie on a verdant bed of sweet smelling, soft grass. Instead, your option is a prickly field of dandelions and thistle. But the war has begun and I shall continue to wage it as best I can. Last night I went and filled a up a jerrycan for the first time in my life and brought it back to my house to get my new old lawnmower set to go. I mowed the weeds and the wee bit of grass in between them. Then I started pulling the big patches out with my weed/hoe/thingy. Disgusting find number 1 - two cockroaches doing it under a mushroom. Blech. There was no way I was touching them so I went to find aid in removing the two lovebirds from my property. They must have already found something a little more private by the time I was back because I couldn't find them. That means more baby cockroaches later. It is almost enough to make me sell my house and move into a condo immediately.

I finished weeding that area (careful to move aside all foilage to check what might be under it before pulling) and then moved to the garden. Some of those dandelions were 3 feet high! I think I may have accidentally pulled out a bunch of real flowers that weren't weeds. Oops. Anyways, I have a ridiculously irrational fear of spiders. I saw at least 6 different species in that garden. I was honestly scared to be in there the whole time. Yes, I know I have a problem. I will not deny that feeling terrified that while walking in my garden a creature 1/100,000th of my weight might get me is a little ridiculous. I can't help it. The terror is real.

By this time the sun was starting to go down. I'd seen too many bugs and mosquitoes and too much copulation to really feel like doing more gardening so I grabbed my bottle of weed spray (this was the part I'd been looking forward to) and used the whole thing on my lawn. I also kept hoping/wondering whether or not weed killer might possibly kill cockroaches and spiders too. Sadly, I doubt it. I seem to remember talking about how pesticides work in my plant science class. It might give them cancer, but it wouldn't immediately kill them.

So here's to hoping that the first battle in my war on weeds has made some headway. According to the bottle of Killex, I'll be able to let you know in 3-4 days.

Ha! I just scored a meeting with a HUGE potential client.

Oh bother

Do you sometimes wonder what the point of something was?

Relay for Life

Last night I did the Relay for Life with some friends. It was a pretty fun event I must admit. Basically, your team has to have someone on the track at all times either running or walking (and in our case often dancing). But now I am tired and feel kind of crappy, which to be honest I anticipated. But I'm having trouble sleeping because at my new house, my bedroom is on the east side of the house and it is so much lighter than my old room. I will have to get used to it - I've been waking up pretty early the last few mornings.

Things at the relay that made my night:

A little boy doing The Worm

A really big girl with awesome rhythm rocking out to the Macarena immediately after members on my team started complaining "Who requested this?" with disdain. I figured that girl did. I dont' know why but it makes me happy when overweight people are fantastic dancers.

The team of guys that inevidably came dressed as women and subsequently kept feeling their fake chests all night were actually really kind and thoughtful on several occasions.

At the end of the night the song Cadilac Ranch came on and three of us went to line dance and this boy saw us and came racing over as fast as he could with a thrilled look on his face and danced with us. Sadly, there were only 4 of us enjoying the song.

The porta-potty decorated by the team called "Helen's Hooters". They were a team of 40 something woman all wearing bras on the outside of their shirts that they decorated with glitter, ribbons, etc. The sponsored a port-potty and it had possibly the best ambience of any porta-potty I've ever been in.

Glow sticks.

When my friends requested a song for me. They wouldn't tell me what it was but when it came on I had been sleeping (it is very helpful being a nighttime narcaleptic at events such as these - naps are fairly easy to take) and I immediately woke up, knew Ky had requested it for me, and started dancing.

And finally, I got to be a Total Girl and hold up one of the numbers in how much was raised.

So anyway, I might try to sleep some more but it was a good time.

phew

Moving, complete. Cleaning of old place and rest of unpacking will have to wait. 3 day business trip starting tomorrow.

Later.

It is time

Moving day has arrived. Here I go!!!!