Ahhh.. my favorite time of the year. Post Christmas. I am trying to think of what to do right now, I was thinking.. nap. But I will go up and take down the tree.
Went to the dentist today. I have had problems with TMJ for years. I had a long affair with orthodontia when I was a kid. Have a small mouth, and had 8 teeth (with wisdom teeth) pulled before braces. My bite has been off and my jaws clicking for years. One summer when my kids were little, they were swimming under water, through my legs.. you know how kids are. My daughter came quickly up out of the water and smacked the top of her head on the end of my chin. I have had pain in my jaw more frequently since then. Since the Good and Plenty incident 2 months ago when I dislocated my jaw, I have had constant pain on the right side of my face. I will wake up during the night, and I can't close my teeth together. If I chew anything that takes effort, sharp pain goes into my ear.
I went to the dentist today for x-rays to make sure that I didn't have an abcess or something (almost wished it had been). She took a bunch of x -rays and is sending me to a TMJ specialist. So, if my insurance covers it.. maybe I will go. If not ... I will suffer. On the bright side.. maybe he will wire my mouth shut so I can't get any food in.
I mailed my quilt to Road to California. It only cost somehting like $13.00. The key is to get it in the mail early. Of course, I had to put that check in the bag for $27.00 for them to mail it back to me (ouch). So nothing exciting is going on today. I came home to a quiet house, everyone is somewhere else. Just me and the dogs.
Speaking of dogs. Lily is the most stupid animal I have ever had. She is 7 months old, and still isn't fully housebroken. She has jumped on my kids beds and wet them. I will take her out and she will stand and sniff the air, or walk around for 20 minutes and never do anything. She spends a lot of time in her crate. If I can't watch her every minute, she is locked up. Bill commented how she will be like the baby in Back to the Future, who spent all of his time in his playpen Uncle "Jailhouse Joey". So we have nicknamed the dog "Lock Up Lily" . You know, I don't mind standing out with her for 20 minutes when it is 70, but when it is 7 and the wind is blowing and it is snowing, and she is staring into space... I have a problem with it. What kills me is when I mention how hard Lily is to housebreak.. to my 80 year old Aunt.. My aunt says "she was almost housebroken when I had her " (at 8 weeks). I figure that she just hasn't found that minefield of crap behind her couch yet.
Oh well, onward and upward... Later!