No Excuses or Apologies

DarkCircles

I know that Zombies are all the rage now, and it is not Halloween, but I could easily pass for one. My skin is pasty white, accenting the lovely sunken, black circles under my bleary eyes.  No cosmetic miracle will even lighten them slightly. At this point, I don’t think I care.

When I am feeling “poorly”, vanity is the first thing to go. The next thing is my cheerful and silly personality. I morph into The Ranter.

After four weeks of snail paced healing I started to get worse again. Dammit! I do not feel well, so I do not want to drive mountain roads for 12 miles, in freezing rainy weather to the doctor’s office, then drive another 15 miles to the only chain pharmacy my insurance will approve. – major pout here –

What I want to do is stay in my pajamas and curl up with my warm puppy and watch episodes of The Sopranos. I have been having my own little Sopranos marathon. I just started season 6 – the final season.  I did not recall the show being so gross, or the characters all selfish, sadistic, back-stabbing people.

Why do I feel this way now?  Probably because I am clean and sober, as I watch The Sopranos this time, and that has completely ruined it. Sigh.

So, in my sourpuss mood I must Rant. No, the above is not ranting, it’s complaining (really, it’s whining). After all, there are way worse things going on than my crappy little virus…

  • The Oscars are being ruined over some political and racial issue (is nothing sacred?). No black persons were nominees for the last 2 years. I had no idea! Who is racist enough to keep track of that crap, anyway?  I LOVE Chris Rock and I’m so happy he is not going to back out on being this year’s host.  My respect for Whoopie Goldberg has doubled for what she is saying about the boycott, and as for Mr. and Mrs. Smith – most actors did not get a nomination this year, so stop whining and go choose a fabulous script and try again. Next year is sooner than you think.

And while I am speaking of non-racial issues…

  • California is forcing school districts to spend millions of dollars to remove ‘discriminatory’ school mascots from the system. You know, like the Indians  I mean the Native American mascots like Chiefs, Braves, Warriors, Redskins. Oh Pleeeease. Are you telling me that other ethnic groups don’t have warriors?  You wait. Next, the PC Police will be deciding to outlaw mascots that are “sexually suggestive”: Beavers, Foxes, Goats and Rams for example.  I am in agreement with weeding out “The Beavers”, truth be told. Then there are schools that have mascots of the “you’ve got to be kidding me” class. How about “The Hobos” or “The Cotton Pickers” (What!?!).  Don’t forget “The Maniacs”, “The Orphans” or “The Arabs” (who recently changed their mascot to “The Mighty Arabs” – where are the PC police in that town!?)  Arrrrrrg.

pirate

Now that my puppy thinks I’m growling at her, and I’m sounding like an old pirate (a zombie one, of course), I will be signing off now. It’s almost 1:30pm – is that too early for pajamas?

♥  TTFN  ♥

 

 

 

 

Oh Hell, To The Queen

Royal blood does not run in my family’s veins. (Type I Diabetes does.) Being The Queen is not in my destiny.
And yet – I am constantly being crowned.  Tiaras

It would be a different story if these crowns were diamond encrusted tiaras. Alas, they are but porcelain tooth coverings, that involve pain and a lot of money.  I suspect I am the reason my dentist is such a happy guy.

You may remember I had two root-canals last summer.  (Probably not, but I sure do.) My dentist and I agreed to “recycle” the crowns that popped off when the teeth went bad. These ‘re-treads’ did not last very long. In December the left one popped off, exposing the tiny stub of a tooth. I already had an appointment to prepare for a crown for the tooth that broke in half in November, but my exposed nub took priority and stubby was prepped for a new crown.  The new crown was put in two days ago. My appointment to prep for the broken one’s crown is next week.

This very morning… the 2nd recycled crown came off. Because this stubby tooth is directly aligned with the upper broken one, I must now chew on the other side. You know, the side that still is sore from the Novocaine and crown fitting (i.e., cramming it in place with cement).

Perhaps you are lucky enough to have strong healthy bones and teeth, and have been spared learning dentistry the hard way. If that is true, I hate you, but I will still tell you about the side effects. Your bite changes. Every procedure, filling and (temporary + permanent) crown you get will change how your jaw moves. This means you are in for a lot of cheek and tongue biting until your jaw adjusts. Until the next repair work, that is.

In my case – next week.

♥  TTFN  ♥

 

photo credit: Tiaras via photopin (license)

I Think the Sky is Falling…

Things have not been going well all month, but this week totally bites. And don’t you want to know why that is? Okay, Okay! I’ll tell ya…

  1. Today is my birthday. I’m older. Again!  I will spend all morning and early afternoon on the road going to my Endocrinologist’s office. It takes about 2 hours to drive one-way.
  2. Not that I should be in some big hurry to get home. There will be no party, cake, or gifts waiting there.  In another few years this won’t hurt as much, I’ll be so forgetful by then.
  3. The only party will be a Pity Party that I am throwing myself, for me. No cake of course, but plenty of popcorn and toffee peanuts to crunch on.  While I still can, you know, because…
  4. I have a root canal scheduled tomorrow morning. So there will be no crunching the rest of the week. Ice packs, soup, yogurt, pudding and don’t forget the jello – will be on my diet.  Can’t wait.  Note to self: Make the jello and pudding tonight.
  5. 49er Football, as I know it, is over. Justin Smith (Photo © 49ers 2014) announced his retirement on Monday. When I read the news on the sports page, I had tears running down my face. Not Justin! This will break up the dynamic duo (our pet name for the Aldon Smith and Justin Smith combo).
  6. The 49ers are completely FUBAR now. It was pretty bad before, knowing that many key players retired or signed with other teams.  – but this has to be the saddest season in 49er history.  And no games have even been played yet.

FootballSucks

Good-Bye and God Speed, Justin. We all loved watching you on the field  ♥