Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

Just watched Saw. Man, that is a seriously disturbingly good movie. It’s the bastard celluloid child of Se7en and The Game. Intelligent suspense. A little gory, but nothing too bad. I give it two thumbs and two big toes up.

The Kalashnikitty shirt is back for sale! I have two of these, Hub has two, and they rock.

If you’d like one, there are ordering instructions at this link. We bought our shirts from this very same gentlemen and it all went perfectly.

My health insurance company took 16 days to process a payment, during which time it became overdue, so they canceled my insurance. In the meantime I had sent yet another payment, which they also sat on. This all happened a month ago. The only reason I found out about it was because I went to the pharmacy and they said I wasn’t covered. So now I’m supposed to mail them a cashier’s check or money order for the amount due, plus fax them a letter asking to be reinstated. This, while it was their fault for sitting on the damned payment. Not to mention I haven’t gotten my damned checks back from them, so I’m out four figures and they want me to send more.

I was informed of this at 5:00 this afternoon, too late to go to the bank and get a money order to overnight to them. And I’ve got a prescription I need to pick up this weekend for migraine pills which I’ll have to pay $120 out of my own pocket for.

Grrrrrrrrr.

I was caught a little flat-footed yesterday. I really didn’t think the Tooth Fairy would be coming to our house for another year at least. Since Jo had to have one extracted though, it happened a little ahead of schedule. She got 5 Sacajawea coins under her pillow and was really excited about it. I slept in today since I was up all night with my nose completely stuffed shut (even Hub noticed how pitiful I sounded in the middle of the night trying to breathe), and Jo snuck into the bedroom this morning and started gently petting my forehead to wake me up and tell me about her loot. She’s so sweet sometimes… both of them are. They will wake me so nicely, rubbing my arm or my head or giving me a little kiss on the cheek. Hub could learn a thing or two from them. “Hey! You gonna wake up?” just isn’t the same.

How long will it cause my heart to twang to see movies like Trading Spaces and Ghostbusters II which prominently feature the Twin Towers in the NYC skyline?

We went into North Austin Medical Center this morning at 7:30 to get Jo’s teeth done. She was a little apprehensive about it, not knowing really what the crowns would be like. Eventually the anesthesiologist came and prescribed her some Versed for sedation. That stuff is the r0x0r! In contrast with the Valium she had last time, the Versed made her giggle and just not care about anything. They said she giggled and talked all the way into the OR and while they put the mask on her. The Valium didn’t really do anything but turn her into a wet noodle; she still was freaked out when they put the nitrous mask on.

After she was out, they were finally able to take a good x-ray and realized that one of her teeth was going to have to get pulled; the root was pretty much worn down and capping it would have just caused problems in a couple of years. So after about 45 minutes, she had 3 crowns and an extraction done and headed to recovery. All without me. *sob* She only spent about 15 minutes in the recovery room before they brought her back to the room we were waiting in. First thing she said was, “Where’s Daddy? I want Daddy!” Yeah, that’s my HEART you’re stomping on, but that’s ok. After another half an hour she started to perk up a little, drinking two things of juice and a glass and a half of water before she realized she was nauseous. Just a little burp, then she was okay. We came home, sat her on our bed, and she let out a BIG burp so I rushed her to the pottie and she was just a little bit sick, then announced she was all done and she was ready to take a nap. Not being the trusting sort, Hub set up a little barf bucket for her. I wasn’t too worried about it since she was going to sleep on Hub’s side of the bed, so if she yakked, at least my side wouldn’t smell bad.

Other than not really being able to eat anything, she seems no worse for wear, proudly showing off the Black Hole and the Silver Teeth to us and her sister. We’re gonna have to go back to the dentist in a couple of weeks to have a spacer put in so that there will be room for the permanent molar once it comes in. I’m glad it’s over with.

Hunter S. Thompson committed suicide.

I had no idea when I wrote the little entry about handbags that it would end up being the most popular one on the blog, spawning 50 comments (and counting) and getting linked to by various fashion forums (Hi, Makeup Alley readers!). I’d have to say that 99.9% of the people who come to this site via web searches do so by some combination of searching for Hermes or Coach or Louis Vuitton handbags, real or fake, or even wanting to know how to tell the difference between authentic and knockoffs.

Weird, huh?