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Ahh... waking up really early to go get and see Maria is spectaculous!
I picked her up at 7:30am and we went out to Conklin! Where in Conklin?
We went to Jimay's Flea Market to be exact. I thought they opened at 8am. I didn't realize they opened earlier than that. We'll have to go earlier next Sunday because we didn't even get through a 1/5 of flea market before I had to leave for work. So many things to see and people to... scratch that... reverse it. Willy Wonka style (if anyone remembers the original movie, he said that a lot when he said things backwards, ahhh... memories, like Cats. They had that song called Memories... we played that in Orchestra in which I quit because the new teacher we got was a dick to me.) Wow... I ramble.
Anywhoooooos. I bought Maria a few things... knicknacks? Well, at least not paddywhacks. Dogs do not get bones on this day. Although, a few suicidal pigeons and other various birds decided to fly directly at my car while driving. Almost hit a few. Phew....
I got Maria some old fashioned-looking nuts and washers. Silver ones and brass or copper ones. They're groovy looking for what she needs them for. I swear I bought her about five or six pounds of these things. She sifted through a gigantic coffee can full of them. But, you can never have too many Also, got her a few fishing supplies... although, unless I'm mistaken, she doesn't fish to the best of my knowledge. But she's going to use them for making earrings and stuff. She's so creative... I'm jealous... I wish I could be spiffy like that.
Maria calls me a charmer. On the way back from the flea market, Manley's Might Mart right near the Eureka! Camping Center (where I used to work, well Johnson Outdoors which is right next door, same company) has GREAT breakfast pizza. Oh so yummy. We walked in - and alas, no breakfast pizza. DAMN IT ALL. The lady apologized and said she only made one because she never gets a lot of business early in the morning. She asked us if we wanted breakfast sandwiches, to which I politely declined stating, quite pathetically I might add, that I wanted breakfast pizza. She said that next Sunday when she's working, she'll make two breakfast pizzas. She said she'd put bacon on it and make it all good and stuff. I think we'll get fud first before the flea market, that way we're not rushing to get fud and get me to work and get her home at the same time.
So, that's why Maria called me a charmer. Just because I convinced this lady that she should make more pizza for next Sunday.
So, now I'm at work. I've decided to answer the phones - it's not too busy, and my mind is fried from doing 600 accounts yesterday. Boohoo me... lol. My face isn't hurting nearly as much, so I think things are finally starting to get better.
Well, I better answer some calls now and maybe do some paperwork. BLECH.
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And also update. After I had my wisdom teeth out, my jawbone had swollen, right along my gum line. This has gone on for a month, been extremely painful. So I've been on antibiotics trying to make sure it doesn't stay infected.
However, this past Thursday, I decided that I've finally had it. So I go to the oral surgeon and say, "Fix it, 'cause this shit is your fault."
How dumb can I be? I had to be to work, but I called them to let them know what was going on. Anyways. On Thursday, he shoots me full of novocaine. Numbed my mouth fairly decently. Where the jawbone is swollen, obviously there is a layer of skin covering it.
He takes his scapel and slices the skin. Then he takes a heavy duty BONE filer and proceeds for about 45-50 minutes of filing down my jawbone while I'm wide away. It hurt like a motherfucker. Damn. If you can, don't have your bones filed down. It hurts. It really does. He starts to stitch me up, cutting my lip with the stitches. He made the top left side of my face bruise up a bit. But, oh fucking well. It's feeling better now. Although, I bit the stitches out Friday because they were annoying me. BLOOD. Surprisingly, your face/mouth heals pretty damn well. I would say that's because of all of the capillaries rich in blood in your face.
So, that's my life. I haven't updated in quite some time. Been too busy, sorry, my friends or whomever reads this. Things are going great. Maria and I are now together as of my birthday when I asked her. What a wonderful birthday present too! We had a groovy party and our families got to hang out and do family type things while I kept receiving phone calls from my sisters wishing me a goodness of a birthday.
I'll catch everyone later ;-)
Grooves a Smoothie!
I picked her up at 7:30am and we went out to Conklin! Where in Conklin?
We went to Jimay's Flea Market to be exact. I thought they opened at 8am. I didn't realize they opened earlier than that. We'll have to go earlier next Sunday because we didn't even get through a 1/5 of flea market before I had to leave for work. So many things to see and people to... scratch that... reverse it. Willy Wonka style (if anyone remembers the original movie, he said that a lot when he said things backwards, ahhh... memories, like Cats. They had that song called Memories... we played that in Orchestra in which I quit because the new teacher we got was a dick to me.) Wow... I ramble.
Anywhoooooos. I bought Maria a few things... knicknacks? Well, at least not paddywhacks. Dogs do not get bones on this day. Although, a few suicidal pigeons and other various birds decided to fly directly at my car while driving. Almost hit a few. Phew....
I got Maria some old fashioned-looking nuts and washers. Silver ones and brass or copper ones. They're groovy looking for what she needs them for. I swear I bought her about five or six pounds of these things. She sifted through a gigantic coffee can full of them. But, you can never have too many Also, got her a few fishing supplies... although, unless I'm mistaken, she doesn't fish to the best of my knowledge. But she's going to use them for making earrings and stuff. She's so creative... I'm jealous... I wish I could be spiffy like that.
Maria calls me a charmer. On the way back from the flea market, Manley's Might Mart right near the Eureka! Camping Center (where I used to work, well Johnson Outdoors which is right next door, same company) has GREAT breakfast pizza. Oh so yummy. We walked in - and alas, no breakfast pizza. DAMN IT ALL. The lady apologized and said she only made one because she never gets a lot of business early in the morning. She asked us if we wanted breakfast sandwiches, to which I politely declined stating, quite pathetically I might add, that I wanted breakfast pizza. She said that next Sunday when she's working, she'll make two breakfast pizzas. She said she'd put bacon on it and make it all good and stuff. I think we'll get fud first before the flea market, that way we're not rushing to get fud and get me to work and get her home at the same time.
So, that's why Maria called me a charmer. Just because I convinced this lady that she should make more pizza for next Sunday.
So, now I'm at work. I've decided to answer the phones - it's not too busy, and my mind is fried from doing 600 accounts yesterday. Boohoo me... lol. My face isn't hurting nearly as much, so I think things are finally starting to get better.
Well, I better answer some calls now and maybe do some paperwork. BLECH.
--
And also update. After I had my wisdom teeth out, my jawbone had swollen, right along my gum line. This has gone on for a month, been extremely painful. So I've been on antibiotics trying to make sure it doesn't stay infected.
However, this past Thursday, I decided that I've finally had it. So I go to the oral surgeon and say, "Fix it, 'cause this shit is your fault."
How dumb can I be? I had to be to work, but I called them to let them know what was going on. Anyways. On Thursday, he shoots me full of novocaine. Numbed my mouth fairly decently. Where the jawbone is swollen, obviously there is a layer of skin covering it.
He takes his scapel and slices the skin. Then he takes a heavy duty BONE filer and proceeds for about 45-50 minutes of filing down my jawbone while I'm wide away. It hurt like a motherfucker. Damn. If you can, don't have your bones filed down. It hurts. It really does. He starts to stitch me up, cutting my lip with the stitches. He made the top left side of my face bruise up a bit. But, oh fucking well. It's feeling better now. Although, I bit the stitches out Friday because they were annoying me. BLOOD. Surprisingly, your face/mouth heals pretty damn well. I would say that's because of all of the capillaries rich in blood in your face.
So, that's my life. I haven't updated in quite some time. Been too busy, sorry, my friends or whomever reads this. Things are going great. Maria and I are now together as of my birthday when I asked her. What a wonderful birthday present too! We had a groovy party and our families got to hang out and do family type things while I kept receiving phone calls from my sisters wishing me a goodness of a birthday.
I'll catch everyone later ;-)
Grooves a Smoothie!