Friday, June 30, 2006

I just helped my Sensei register at ETS to take his TOEFL test.  Man, what an ordeal.  They have a horridly slow website.  I ended up having to call to verify my order, which kind of defeats the purpose of online transactions.   That helped distract me temporarily from the week I'm having.  I've had a migraine for days now, with no end in sight.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

It was cloudy today, so I decided to move a six foot mango tree that was too close to the house.  I was in the middle of a good book, have movies I checked out from the library, but somehow I was in the mood for hard labor.  Holy shit, I had no idea how hard it would be.   I have blisters on my blisters now.  I even have a blister on my fkn elbow.  How is that even possible?  At one point I had a wasp buzzing near me, and I yelled at it, "I have a shovel and I have no idea how to use it!"  I'm sure he was shaking in his little yellow jacket.  :p 

Anyway, the tree has been replanted in the far back, kinda near Bertram.  Hmm, I guess he needs a name now, too.  However, I don't know if he'll live since I am completely ignorant & klutzy in replanting trees.  Galahad has been working 6 days a week, so I figured, fuck it, how tricksy can it be.  This little seedling started in a clay pot and grew right through the bottom and rooted itself a few feet down.  I ended up smashing the pot and broke one of the roots.  Plus, he's kinda leaning all crazy-like.  Hmmm, I need a crazy-like name.  Maybe GG Allin?  Or is that too crazy?  :)  It probably doesn't bode well for him to be named that, but we shall see.   He was still standing after my shower, so I'm thrilled!

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

I had quite an entertaining time at the dentist this morning.  Yeah, I know.  Never thought I'd say that.  :p   They called me this morning to say that my appointment this week (which was made months ago) needed to be rescheduled.  Of course, they're booked solid for the next month.  I said fine, it's not an emergency and nothing to be stressed about.  They called back 30 minutes later to ask if I could come in an hour, at lunch.  I crammed the last slice of cold leftover pizza in my mouth and raced out the door. 

When I walked in, there was quite a hullabaloo in the waiting room.  Some woman (I'm always the youngest patient by 30 years or so) was ranting up a storm at the check-in window.  I caught the eye of the hygienist, mouthed my name, and she snuck me in behind the angry lady.  I started laughing as I sat in my chair.  Then, the woman burst through the door down the hall into the room where the dentist was working.  She started insisting that she needed to be seen immediately.  She wouldn't shut up and ranted about how she hated everything in Florida.

As if that weren't entertaining enough, another lady came in after her cussing her out and following her down the hall.  She was pissed off that this BITCH as she kept calling her was cutting into her time.  Laugh, it took her about 3 minutes to make it down the hall with her walker.  She cussed the whole way until she caught up to her and then called her a BITCH to her face.  Holy shit I was almost crying.  This kept up the whole time I was there.  The staff threatened to call the police.  She said that the Trump didn't work like this.  And how uncivilized Florida is.  Laugh.  We're in the middle of fkn suburbia.  I'd like to take her to the Everglades and show her uncivilized.  Actually, I'd like to take her to the airport and tell her to never come back to Florida again.

During one of the quieter moments, the hygienist commented on how comfortable my shoes look.  I get more fkn comments on these shoes from both men & women.  It's always the same exact comment, too.  I keep wondering if it's code for "Holy shit those are ugly!"  I was wearing my Columbia mocs.  They're gray-ish and nothing special to look at.  I think it's kind of funny when women comment on them.  Most women are so wrapped up in fashion and looking good that when they see a decent shoe that doesn't torture feet, they freak out.  Maybe it's cuz I refuse to conform to fashion.  I need my feet to be comfy.  How they look is secondary.  Maybe they're really commenting on my bravery to shun convention and feel good instead.  Whatever I have to tell myself to live another day as Wendy.