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Yes! I know I have something on my face!
On Tuesday I had a dental appointment to have my permanent filling put in from my root canal. It was a teeny tiny appointment, like 12 minutes tops. I was about 8 minutes in when the corner of my mouth started to burn and feel like it was swelling up.
I’ve felt this before. It was a few years ago and it turned out I had an allergic reaction to Aleve. The swollen lips were followed with head to toe hives. Should I panic? Well, not just yet. So as soon as everyone’s fingers were out of my mouth I asked if the burning area was red and starting to swell?
WELL, ACTUALLY, YES. They told me.
YIKES!
Immediately the assumption was a latex allergy, and they switched to non-latex gloves, however my dentist added that perhaps a little bit of bonding agent was on his finger, which was gently placed in the corner of my mouth.
As the day went on it was pretty clear that it wasn’t an allergy. It’s a burn from the bonding agent. AND I FEEL LIKE I’VE GOT A BLOODY MOLE ON MY FACE! My co-worker told me that it looks like I’ve got chocolate hanging out of my mouth. Lovely. Is that better? Worse? I don’t know.
It’s healing, and now it’s a great big scab, but trust me, everyone is looking at. How could they not? I’d totally look at it too. Just don’t poke it with a stick.
My Top 5 Posts
People from all over the world read my blog, but the majority of them find it purely by accident via a google search.
The number one read post these days is: Instructions on how to make your hair wavy. I about died laughing when I read the instructions, so I can only imagine what’s going on when readers google “how to make my hair wavy” and get Zoe’s friend’s instructions.
Second Place goes to Wingdings. Only my child would write something using hieroglyphics.
In Third Place is That’s How You Know, which tells me that A LOT of people are getting the F32 code on their Kenmore Elite He5t washing machine. Hopefully they got the warranty and it was an easy fix, like it was for me.
Fourth Place is one of my favorites, Code Word For Love. Do you have a code word for love?
And in Fifth Place is Polar Cup, which must still live on the hearts of many because I get a lot of emails and comments about the Polar Cup. Does it still exist? Have you been there? Have you ordered the itty bitty super tiny one?
Wordless Wednesday: The Goodwill Chair
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This is the reason I have a blog
About a month ago I was looking for my cat, underneath my bed, and noticed that one of the planks (the middle one) holding up the mattress was NOT holding up the mattress, and was instead lying on the floor. I told my husband about it and we fixed it. KINDA. He hoisted up the queen-sized box spring and mattress while I jammed the plank back onto the brackets. However, it must be said that the middle bracket that held the middle plank was totally broken, so I put the plank up towards the top of the mattress.
In hindsight we should have taken the whole thing apart and fixed it properly, but we didn’t. So last night, I’m all snug in my bed, it had been a long day with a lot of running around, not to mention recovery from the rummage sale, and then we had to fix the water line to the fridge. TWICE. I’m just about asleep when suddenly the mattress falls on the floor!
And I’m all, WHAT THE HELL?? And, OMG WHAT IF MY CAT IS UNDER THE BED!!
The cat was not under the bed.
So we peel off the queen sized mattress, and the box spring, and then my husband got out the power tools and fixed the bed frame. We put everything back together, crawled into bed, and drifted off to sleep…. and then the mattress fell to the floor again!
ENOUGH ALREADY!!! I’M FREAKING TIRED!!!!
So we took the entire frame apart, leaned it against the wall, put the mattresses on the floor and went to sleep. I was a little worried that the headboard would fall on our heads during the night.
My husband’s all: YOU’RE GOING TO BLOG ABOUT THIS AREN’T YOU? And I’m all: SERIOUSLY? THIS IS THE REASON I HAVE A BLOG.
Rummage Sale Success
Yesterday was my annual subdivision rummage sale. I made $289!! And, I didn’t even do markdowns at the end of the day. Of course, the mornings are where the cash is made, but this year we sold lemonade, cookies, banana bread, cornbread, and bottled water so that held up sales a little bit in the afternoon.
Thank God for the rummage sale, because if it weren’t for the rummage sale I’d have been at my brother’s new house working on his kitchen remodeling project. We stopped by after the rummage sale, to return his dog to him, and he completely gutted his kitchen and dining room right down to the studs. Yikes! The drywall was even off the ceiling. I don’t even know if I could have handled getting that dirty and grungy. I get the heebie jeebies just thinking about it.
My husband worked on his own project, that stupid screen door, and let me tell you, that was an all day ordeal. The short story is that there were three sets of sliding doors, and the second and third ones weren’t put on properly or something like that. Anyhow, the recommendation is to put new doors on. So, we’ll have to see about that.
I think my finance instructor is coo-coo
I’m in the fourth week of my Advanced Managerial Finance class for grad school. This is my 13th class out of 16 that I need to take in order to graduate with my Master’s in Business Administration. Along the way I’ve had some stellar professors, and some not-so-stellar instructors. Notice how I’ve downgraded the not-so-stellar ones to ‘instructors’. What I really want to call them is ‘time wasters’, because that’s what they are doing.
My current instructor is TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY WASTING MY FREAKING TIME! And, I kinda think he’s coo-coo too. On the first day of class, which is four hours long, he spent a great deal of time telling us ALL ABOUT HIMSELF, and going over a 10 page Word document that he’d emailed to us that went over a lot of irrelevant information about him, and what was expected of us. Which, as it turns out, is a lot less that what we expect from him. On paper the bar was set high, but in real class life, well I could kick the bar with my pinky toe and get over it with ease.
During the first four hour class he FINALLY got around to talking about the lecture material at 9:47 pm. And then 13 minutes later we were all packed up and heading home. Instead of covering three chapters worth of material, he yapped on and on about himself, and shot the shit, which stemmed from tangents that he’d go off on. Easily sidetracked? YES. What did I learn? THAT HE’D LIKE US TO EMAIL HIM PICTURES OF OURSELVES SO HE COULD PUT NAMES TO FACES. I’m hoping that he meant headshots, because GOOD GOD did that sound weird just now.
Second class wasn’t any better, except the line-up was that we were broken into five groups of two, each group had to present either a case study, news article discussion, or homework problems. We were preassigned all of these, which wasn’t a big deal, but under normal circumstances we’d have at least covered the material we were supposed to talk about at the previous lecture. But we didn’t. And we all complained. And of course, with five presentations lasting about 20 minutes each, and then all of those TANGENTS of KNOWLEDGE, he didn’t get around to lecturing until 9:50 pm. Did he go over any homework problems for next week? NO.
Third class. Exactly the same. However the complaining was louder. And he emailed the entire class the answers to the Excel problems prior to class. Was it by accident? I have no idea. But what am I supposed to do with that? Copy it with my own name on it and email it back to him? We can’t work through the problems on our own because HE CAN’T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND THAT HE NEEDS TO WALK US THROUGH THE PROBLEMS DURING CLASS.
Fourth class. My group was in charge of homework. And as of 9 pm Monday night we still had not started on it. BUT WAIT! At about 9:02 pm the instructor emailed me and my group member the answers to the problems (in Excel spreadsheet format again) with instructions to use it in our homework presentation. What the heck?
I’ve never had an instructor like this before, and while hey, I appreciate the answers and all of that, what I really want to say is that IF YOU AREN’T GOING TO TEACH US ANYTHING, AND WITH THE HOMEWORK ANSWERS BEING SENT OUT, WHY BOTHER GOING TO CLASS AT ALL?? OR WHY KEEP US THERE UNTIL 10 PM? I’D MUCH RATHER BE AT HOME.
I seriously think he’s coo-coo. During week three he asked us for a term definition. Beta. — I don’t know, isn’t that fighting fish? — And when one of classmates gave it a shot, albeit wrong, this goofball instructor nodded along YES, UHUH, GO ON, and then turned to the rest of the class and said YOU KNOW, SOMETIMES YOU CAN GIVE SOMEONE ENOUGH ROPE THAT THEY THEN HANG THEMSELVES — and then he freaking laughed.
He’s such a moron. And it seems to me that he knows nothing about finance, and he’s not prepared when he comes to class to work through the problems with us, and instead of lecturing about the class objectives each week, he just sits back and surfs the internet on his laptop while the rest of us do a song and dance to entertain him.
I’ve got an article discussion due next week. But I honestly don’t know if it’s even worth my time to work on it. We’ve still got to get through a case study and two discussions from last night — which we ran out of time for.
So there you have it, I think my finance instructor is coo-coo. Normally I’d take this as a break from what I need to process in my brain, but it’s summertime, and I’d much rather be at home in my pajamas than stuck in a classroom WASTING MY TIME.
I’ve got a paper due in three weeks for this class, and he’s going to get what he gets. He’s not teaching a darn thing, so perhaps I should pull out 10-12 pages worth of blog entries and submit that. I doubt if he’d even notice.
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