27 January 2015

At Least I'm Not Drooling

Went to the dentist this morning.  He removed the filling from my back molar and checked it for cracks.  Yup.  There were two.  Pretty good ones, actually.  He replaced the filling and told me to come back in three weeks.

If the tooth settles down (stops hurting) by then, he'll place a crown on it and we'll keep our fingers crossed that the cracks won't break.  If it doesn't stop hurting, it's dying and I'll get a root canal before he places the crown.  And we'll keep our fingers crossed that the cracks won't break the tooth...

I didn't sleep very well last night because I was stressing so much about my dentist visit.  It's funny in a sad sort of way that one episode many years ago (1997-2001ish?) with a different dentist caused so much trauma that I'm afraid to go...  Even though my current dentist has always taken care of me.  Today wasn't even that bad.  Well, other than the drilling sensations.  *shudder*  I always seem to forget that he uses a local anesthetic before he injects into the jaw.  It wasn't that bad.

Maybe it was getting up early after not being able to sleep and remembering the agony from that filling in Logan.  Maybe it was the thoughts ruminating through my mind last night about a potential blog entry dealing with consequences.  Maybe it was because of Sapphire or the procedure on Thursday.  Shorty's all moved in (she brought her stuff last night) and that went well.

Maybe I'm just bone-tired.  I'm exhausted.  But the day isn't over yet.

But hey, I'm not drooling!

26 January 2015

A Leopard Never Changes His Spots

Oh this week is going to be a wild one.  I'll be happy when it's over, I think.  How do you eat an elephant?

One bite at a time.

I brought Perky home this morning before heading to South Salt Lake to get my passenger heated seat fixed.  He and Shorty are moving in.  It's been twelve years since Shorty decided she didn't want to live with me anymore.  It's only until she deploys in a few months, but I think she'll be happy here.  She won't have to worry about Perky or his safety because I'm a helicopter cat mom/grandma and will hunt him down if I can't find him. *wry chuckle*  She told me this morning when I picked Perky up that she plans on being moved in by Wednesday.  I'm happy at the thought of my daughter being here--though she's so busy between work and her boyfriend, I'll hardly ever see her.  But, Perky will be safe.

Ahhh, Wednesday.  That's the day Sapphire also moves in.  Yippee.  *heavy sigh*

We're gonna have a full house, that's for sure.

Did I mention I have a cracked tooth and I'm getting the filling replaced tomorrow morning?  I hate going to the dentist when there are needles and drills involved.  He's not sure replacing the filling will do the trick but we can hope that I won't need a root canal--or worse.

And Thursday is procedure #31.  *sigh*

So apparently there's this itty bitty film festival called Sundance going on around here this week.  I'm not all that excited about it, though apparently I missed the "Catdance Film Festival" on Saturday.  Bummer.  I don't get all wound up about seeing famous people, usually.  Karl Malone is one.  I might freak out if I saw Booth.  Not outwardly, internally...  *squeeeeeeee*

KSL has a link to photos of "famous" people who are in town for the film festival and I thought it would be fun to see if I knew any or even cared...  Let's see.  I atually only recognize a handful of names.

  • Ryan Reynolds
  • Kevin Bacon
  • Lori Singer
  • Common
  • Winona Ryder
  • Jack Black
  • Nick Nolte
  • Slash

Though I hear K & K West were on the slopes here last weekend *blech*  No wonder why we have an inversion.  *cough cough*

I watched a video last week of "waffle iron hacks" that piqued my curiosity about brownies in the waffle iron.  I had to try it.  I love corner pieces.  Pizza, brownies, cake, you name it.  I want the corner.  Cooking brownies in the waffle iron is like a corner piece.  Chewy goodness.  And it's simple.  Brownie mix made up per the box instructions, cook in waffle iron four minutes.  That's it.  I'm in heaven.
 Just like this little girl.

25 January 2015

Hah! Vindicated!

Quite some time ago, more than a year, I think, a friend of mine posted a sad story on FB.  Someone she knew had recently adopted an adorable little kitten.  The kitten died.  It had jumped into an open dryer and someone, who didn't expect the kitten to be in the dryer, shut the door and started the dryer.

Uh, yeah.  Broke my heart when I heard about it.  Yes, I cried.  The promptly grabbed a magnet, wrote a warning on it and attached the magnet to the door of our dryer.
 The people I live with made fun of me for doing it.  They laughed when they said that neither Zoey or Kiki have ever gotten into the dryer and I was overreacting for absolutely no reason at all.  They didn't need the warning because it didn't happen.  I felt pretty emotionally beat up over their treatment of me.  But you know what?  I kept that little magnet on the door.  It at least makes them think about it, just in case.

Well...  Yesterday afternoon the Caboose tracked me down and asked me to follow him.  We went to the dryer where I found this.
The dryer cycle had been finished for several hours when he found her.  The door had been left open and she decided it was a good place to take a nap.

Um, what happened to it never happening?

I really do feel vindicated.  My kitties are safe, I hope, and I think the Caboose learned that Mom isn't stupid.

I hope.

21 January 2015


Yesterday was a crazy day.  A city inspector was scheduled to come to inspect the installation of the new AC/furnace & water heater.  The Caboose was going to help with his hockey team trying to recruit players at a different middle school and needed me to take him.  He also had lacrosse practice.  I had library books due.  DirecTV was coming to upgrade my DVR and I had some shows I needed to watch on the old DVR, I had an appointment with the best PT around, and the new slate microwave and oven were scheduled to be delivered.

AND GB was home sick.  That helped.

GB took care of the inspector.  I drove the Caboose to the other middle school.  The installers arrived with plenty of time for me to both watch the shows I didn't want to lose and before my PT appointment.  GB took the Caboose to lacrosse and my books to the library (they're right next to each other).  I made it to my PT appointment and came home to GB installing the over-the-range microwave.

I was a little concerned about the slate color in my kitchen but you know what?  I like it.  A lot.  It really is very shiny and very pretty.  So pretty I don't even want to use it!  The only thing I don't like, no, actually hate?  The new oven smell.  *gag*  The microwave is more user friendly than the old one that broke.  I'm happy with my selection.  Did I mention the color is gorgeous?  And no fingerprints like with stainless!

Yesterday was a busy day but I made it through.  I crashed and slept a little better than I have been recently.  Not as well as I usually do.  I'm sure it will just take time.  I'm just so stinkin' COLD!

Diffusing Grief

I've mentioned a time or two in the last 18 months that I've been dabbling in the usage of essential oils.  It's been a pretty interesting experiment, to be honest.  I've kicked migraines to the curb before they set in, digestive issues have been either slowed down or stopped, my skin is so much clearer.  Okay, well, I've never had really bad skin issues but I've been known to break out.  I've been using lemongrass to bring down my cholesterol.  Various other EOs have positively impacted my life as well.

And I've been sporadically using the "mood matrix" to try to combat my depression.

I've been using a diffuser recently in my computer room.  I'd been a little worried about using one because cats have issues with some essential oils and I don't want to harm my girls.  More research has shown me a way to diffuse without harming them so I went ahead and bought one a few months ago.  I've been searching for diffusing blends that would help me with whatever issues I've been having.

In recent months, I've been pondering certain struggles I've been dealing with over the years and I came to a conclusion that the root of them involves grief.  I've found myself identifying grief as the emotion I feel at times.  Deep, raw, never ending grief.  Unbearable grief.

While looking through some files on my computer for diffuser blends, I discovered this one.  It gives suggestions on how to use essential oils to combat grief.  I'm pretty much "okay" with grief over my dad but when I saw that last one, "locked in old grief", I knew I had to try it.  So I did.

For two days, I diffused the oils listed as I indexed and I felt the grief lift.  I almost felt like I could honestly "let go", finally.   It felt so good.

I decided to experiment with a different diffusing blend yesterday because I was feeling so much progress.

The old grief returned.  With a vengeance.  It showed up in my dreams for the first time in quite some time.  I didn't feel like wallowing in my grief, I wanted what I lost.  Or at least what I thought I've lost.  I didn't like that feeling.  Not when I was ready to let go the day before.  Not when I have no control over getting what I thought I lost back.  I don't.  I know that.  I still wanted it though.

So tomorrow I'm going back to this blend.  Heck, I might even start to bathe in it!

I also shared the file and other grief blends I've collected with my friend who is still struggling with the death of her daughter last June.  I hope she finds one that helps her.

19 January 2015

Keek-A-Boo Loves

She really won't leave me alone, not that I'm complaining.

 It used to seem like she'd be next to me, barely touching.  No snuggling, not really. She wasn't much of a snuggler. Maybe I'm remembering incorrectly.  Nowadays, she's on my lap, in my face, making sure my arm is around her.  All.  Night.  Long.  If not, she gets in my face and "tells" me to snuggle with her and snuggle with her NOW.

She is my little shadow.  I'm a little worried, actually.  Either she isn't okay or she knows that I'm not.

But... I Just Wanted A Microwave

Twenty four hours without a microwave stinks.  I know, first world problems.  Since GB had today off, I asked him if we could go look for microwaves.  I had an idea of what I wanted...  something that didn't cost very much but I wouldn't regret buying.  We both agreed on a Whirlpool.  Works for me!

First stop was Lowes.  Confusion reigned for me.  I knew I wanted white but there weren't very many white over the range microwaves.  The one I saw in ads yesterday was clearly the very low end one and after reading reviews this morning, I didn't really want to buy it.

GB started looking at ovens at that point.  No, I want a microwave.

So we asked the sales lady.  I guess GB asked her about fingerprintless stainless steel because she led us to a GE grouping that is slate colored.  Oh dear.  Laura likey.  Eh, not the microwave so much.  But I only wanted a microwave.

She then led us to a Whirlpool microwave that I really liked.  Like, really liked.  Only problem was that they only had the floor model left of that particular one for that particular price.  To order in the new year's model would take two weeks.  And we're out a microwave now.  *sigh*

Once we realized that any of the choices we liked would take between two to four weeks, I asked him if we could go some place else.  "I reckon so." *pounding head* I also tried to narrow down his thoughts on a new oven.  "No, not looking, really."  Okay.  Just a microwave.  Works for me.

Away we went to R C Willey.  Once I figured out which two I liked (white Whirlpool and slate GE), I was feeling pretty good.  A little nervous about changing just the microwave from white to slate but...  eh.  The best part, though?  They'll deliver what I want tomorrow.  No need to worry about 2-4 weeks.  I'll be cooking ramen noodles and rice heating pads tomorrow night!!!!

Then GB found out about the rebate and he was back to wanting an oven too.  Noooooo!!!!  I just want a microwave!  He said we need a new stove too and he'd much rather have the microwave and stove be the same brand.  Uh huh.  I know what's going on.  It's a pattern.  I've seen it before....

You know, a simple sincere "I'm so very sorry for calling you a *censored*, twice the other day rather than acknowledging my parenting SNAFU" would have worked so much better towards the healing process.  I'd rather have the apology than a stove--no matter the need--any day.  Seriously.

Ho-kay.  I'm getting a new stove, too.  *heavy sigh*

But at least it's coming tomorrow as well.  And it's purty.