Yeah, that's not a Pittsburgh accent. We're still working on the speech thing. And pronoun mutilation aside, why throw a "w" in where it's more difficult to pronounce? I can't even say "Sally" with a "w". But Smidge seems to think it's just gotta be in there. And he loves his Aunt Salwey. So who am I to argue with a stray consonant? It's good to be loved.
We got back to the grind today. I'd have thought it was simply "the routine", but according to James, when Zorak asked if they did school today, it was much, much worse. "Oh, yeah! We did school. We did a whole lot of school." Huh. I didn't think it was *that* bad, but I, evidently, am not an expert.
We also made KathyJo's "muffins". (You know, in an attempt to lessen the severity of the torture of today's lessons.) I can't even say with a straight face that they're muffins. Iced muffins? No. I don't care what she tells you, those 'er c-u-p-c-a-k-e-s, if they're anything this side of haggis. Trust me. Make them. Wallow in them. Roll around in them and get them in your hair. They're to. die. for. I'm going to try to make a "pan muffin" (*snort* ok, a cake) out of them later this week. Ironically, with the bean flours (because no, I haven't been out to buy more grains yet lately, so they aren't quinoa, but who's keeping track?) they've still got more protein and fiber than colon-binding-whole-wheat, full-fiber-assault-bran muffins. So really, what's a few sprinkles and icing among family, right?
And just to show you how incredibly dull (well, dull aside from the muffin ecstasty of mid-morning - after that, it pretty much went downhill) our day was, the big super-exciting highlight of the whole. entire. day. is that Zorak brought home a sample of a store-bought, gluten-free, profesionally decorated cake tonight. We found the place a while ago, and thought that if the cakes were good, we'd get one of those for the team party. He stopped in today and she gave him a sample to bring home. Huge excitement, there, yes, over a slice of cake smaller than a stumpy cupcake. But we all tried a bite and John got to lick the plate. Survey says: Mom's is better. Ok, ok, I shouldn't be quite so tickled with that. I really shouldn't. I know. But still... *hee hee* They like my stuff! The thousands of dollars we've put into gummy, lumpy failed experiments paid off tonight, when they led the clan to say that my cakes were better than a pro's. *contented sigh* I tried a bite, and it was pretty good. The icing was scrumptious, and everything she makes is made from scratch. She (she, being "the cake lady") just hasn't quite mastered "cake" texture yet, so it was like a two-layer brownie with mocha icing. Seriously, who's going to complain about that? Yeah. It was good. (But they like my cakes better.)
Oh, oh, oh. I almost forgot. I was supposed to call my new dentist today because 1) I couldn't remember when my appt. is for setting the new crown, and 2) I popped the temporary crown off on the flight TO New Mexico and figured I ought to at least let them know about that. Well, they beat me to it when the gal at the front desk called this morning to remind me about my appointment tomorrow afternoon (egads, better find someone to watch the kids, quick!) to set the crown. So I filled her in, let her know that I'd popped the temp., and asked if that was going to be a problem. She's so sweet, but the conversation gave me many random chuckles throughout the day.
Nice Office Girl: Do you still have it?
Me: Do you need it?
Nice Office Girl: Is it in now?
Me: Huh? No. It's somewhere... in the diaper bag.
Nice Office Girl: Did you try to put it back on?
Me: *choking on my coffee* What?
Nice Office Girl: Did you try to put it back on with anything?
Me: Um... no?
Nice Office Girl: You know, like with toothpaste or something to hold it on?
Me: (*internally* Uh, your professional-grade two-ton epoxy didn't work, what would make me think a little Tom's would do the trick?) *aloud, I said* Um... what?
Nice Office Girl: *long, awkward pause* So... you didn't put it back on?
Me: *chuckle* No. I didn't put it back on.
Nice Office Girl: Well, you could try that.
Me: *long, awkward pause* Aren't I coming in tomorrow for the permanent crown?
Nice Office Girl: Yes, that's why I called.
*pause for the connection to be made*
*connection is never made*
Me: Ok, well, we'll, uh, thanks for the reminder call. I'll see ya tomorrow, then. Have a good one.
Nice Office Girl: You, too, Mrs. Dy. See you tomorrow.
Did I miss something, there? I mean, I don't know what the ramifications are of not having a temporary crown ON the tooth. But it's smooth, sealed, and doesn't hurt. And really, toothpaste? For a ten-day trip? Biting down on one of those things the first time it pops off is bad enough. Can you imagine setting yourself up for it every. time. you ate? And I'm still not entirely clear why she thought I ought to put it on today, but she didn't think it was a good idea to fill me in, so hopefully it's not that important. I'm going to feel pretty goofy if I get in tomorrow and they tell me the bone structure in my entire lower jaw will have to be rebuilt because I didn't have the temporary crown all this time. Oops.
Anyway, dishwasher's running, house is quiet. I'm going to finish this pot off, blogrun a bit, and head to bed. Hopefully we'll find our groove again soon and I can spend more time on the creative and technological side of blogging for a while. (As opposed to the Spartan, only-blogging-to-be-blogging side of it, right?)
Kiss those babies!
~Dy
5 comments:
I really don't want to ruin your night or day - but regarding the crown - it may be a problem. I had permamnent one pop off and did not realize that I needed to reset it myself - two days later the dentist had a fit refitting it. Apparently the gum will close in around the stub of tooth that is left.
Be prepared, permanent crowns will start to pop off after 3-5 years as the glue they use begins to break down. I'm to the point I would just rather have them pulled - I have to pay all the money to have them put on originally and then pay to have them reset every few years...I hate dentists.
Welcome Back!! I'm glad you had a great visit with family.
Well, that does make sense. Fortunately (???), my gums are in pretty bad shape at the moment. Maybe they're just laying there, lethargic and not moving? One can hope... Thanks for explaining that. I had planned to call and find out about having it reset while we were traveling, but we were so far out in the boonies that it just wasn't going to happen. I guess we'll see tomorrow. Thanks, though, for explaining that. :-)
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Good luck tomorrow, I will be thinking of you!
Don't forget to stop by my blog- I posted a pic of the day just for you.
LB
Last time I needed a crown MrV talked me into getting Cerec (which involved ditching my dentist in order to go to one that actually did Cerec). After this post-plus-comments conversation, I see the wisdom of that decision. Now I'm going to be all paranoid about the one crown I *do* have that's about 12 years old.
Hmmm. Thanks for the heads up on that, Gail. I'd never heard of it. Interestingly, Dr. New Dentist is listed as a Cerec dentist. I'll ask about that today while I'm in. I may not be a good candidate, but half the visits would be... handy, to say the least.
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