Vampire Teeth

I finally got back to work this week and can honestly say I did not need to start the week yesterday by working in the Auckland office in the morning, and the Wellington one late afternoon and evening, however I survived.

Today saw the start of project teeth, which means three 2.5 hour appointments in a row. I had the first one this afternoon and by Thursday phase one should be complete. I had initially visited this particular dentist about a molar repair, but during that consultation he pointed out the vast amounts of erosion on my teeth which he recommended being repaired before proceeding with the molar. It seems the erosion is caused predominantly by wine tasting, as the swirling and spitting keeps the acid in constant contact with the delicate tooth enamel, and then starts to eat through it. This just proves what I always thought was true, it's better to swallow than spit, hence the name of my wine tasting team being "Nice Girls Don't Spit".

The work being done consists of having the six front top and bottom teeth covered and extended with composite, somewhat like a veneer, the remaining baby teeth built up with composite, a gold onlay over the grumpy molar, and finishing off with a mini implant. Sadly NZM, project teeth means that project Barcelona will now not be happening next year. Whimper, but, but -  I had to make one of those dull tedious adult decisions. (sometimes being a mature adult is the pits!)

After I got settled into the chair today I was asked if I'd like to watch a movie or a show at all. I then noticed the screen on the ceiling. I was given a remote and some headphones and started flicking through the options. After my second run through of the selection available I contemplated asking if I could see the arthouse section please, but couldn't speak due to an excess of equipment in my mouth. I ended up watching Juno again, will take the iPod with me tomorrow.

Just over 2 hours later I left with some new looking fangs, and I mean FANGS. He said "a couple of them are a bit long but they will trimmed tomorrow". I definitely have vampire fangs as he started on those side teeth and will complete the centre ones tomorrow. I also can't eat, so made soup for dinner, but of course if one has soup one must have toast. It's quite difficult to suck a piece of sunflower and barley Vogels to a suitable swallowing consistancy, but it can be done.

And on a completely unrelated note, it's back to carrying the childs internet cable in my hangbag. Yes, it's the bedroom/bathroom cleaning showdown again. Little does she know that if I have to clean her bathroom before project personal this weekend, then the lack of internet will be extended over the whole weekend. Ooooh, that may spur her to go and stay at a friends and use their internet. I may carry out this plan.

Great Excitement

Yes my world is so small  that the oddest things give me great joy these days. You will see from the post and comments below that I did something very brave and daring yesterday. After I had finally got the new template up and running I found that I had lost the  blogger navbar up the top there. I know it's not pretty but I find it very useful and the fact that I didn't have it irritated the fuk out of me.

Blogger help was as usual no help, so I had to trawl through various geek forums to find the solution, and it turned out the problem was a piece of code that looked like this:

#navbar-iframe
{
height:0px;
visibility:hidden;
display:none;
{

I then had to go into the code of my template, find the offending piece and remove it, which I did and voila navbar is back.

Now I know you geeky types are going yawn, yawn how trivial and basic, but to me this was a HUGE and valuable learning experience. It ranks right up there with being taught how to change a car tyre properly by a lovely traffic cop when I was a non obnoxious 15 year old. A skill that has served me well all my life, I've never forgotten, and a task I pride myself on being able to do quickly and efficiently (even in the dark by the light of a cigarette lighter in the middle of nowhere!)

I can now see from the little light that switched on in my  brain yesterday that I am going to get all OCD about code now, and what I can learn to do with it. Oh well, makes a change from dribbling on about muscles and workouts I guess.

New Look

So after much dithering this is my new look, though still a bit of a work in progress while I gradually tweak colours and font sizes. I had to manually re load the blog roll, which I have done and tested every link, so you won't end up in some cyber never never land due to data entry dyslexia.

The one small problem that I have now is that I have lost the blogger tool bar across the top. The one that gives you the option to sign in from the blog, and the blog search box, which is something I use quite often. Blogger doesn't really make it that easy to use a template other than the dull 16 they provide on site, but I will persevere.

Woman on a mission, and anything to avoid doing the gardening, floor mopping, laundry, dusting, vacuuming and dishes that are all begging for my attention right now.

Aaaarrrrggggghhhhh

It seems the plague has scaled itself up to be man flu, however whatever it is I am totally over it and wish I would start to feel better sometime soon.

I so need to be back at work next week. The summer clerks start next week and I have yet to rebuild all their pc's. Project teeth starts next week also, which means many hours off to get the work done, then the week culminates with project personal which I have to be 100% better for.

I've spent the last two days trying to find a new blog template, as I think it's time for an upgrade. I have trawled through thousands and finally found two that are acceptable but when I upload them I find I lose my blogroll. It appears the blog roll is seen as a widget, which I can't see why as the new templates will upload the blog archive ok, and they are both just standard boxes available on the basic blogger layout, nothing that I've uploaded. My html skills are not up to making it happen, and my brain isn't up to even understanding the instructions to make it happen right now. HELP. I neeeeeed a new look, but I don't want to have to load the blogroll in manually. Whimper.

Plague

I'm with Piglet on this one. I have the lurgy so bad all thoughts of my not being able to run have surprisingly vanished. I still refuse to entertain even the slightest possibility that I may have "that" flu.

Endorphin Deprivation

I have now reached the stage of Not Coping Well with the lack of running endorphins, though I do admit that advanced sublimation may also be compounding said issue.

I now have 1 week and 5 days until I can run again, and even though I have been doing masses of other forms of cardio, (rowing, bike, stepper, grumpy trainer and a swim) nothing except the swim seems to trigger the right endorphin effect.

I have just had to go the supermarket for the third time today as silly Mummy's psychic powers also seem to be failing, as I didn't automatically know that all the cheese had been consumed last night. I guess the rule "always tell me when you have eaten the last of something" has for some reason been cancelled and I wasn't informed.

I am now resisting the urge to leave a note dripping in sarcasm on the car parked in my spot out front. When I left for the supermarket my car was tidily parked with space for another behind it. When I returned 5 minutes later a car smaller than mine was parked there, in the centre of both parks, leaving a useless sized space in front and behind. The parking Nazi reigns.

I have somewhat foolishly decided to make cannelloni this evening as I had a surplus of spinach on hand. I'm picking in my current mood if the pasta roller jams up it may not be a pretty sight to behold.

However, big YAY - it's Ladyhawke tomorrow night at the San Francisco Bathhouse. Looking forward to seeing her big time.

Sublimation Day 2

It was bye bye lavender today. I can't believe it can grow that much in just a year.

Funny how I've just gone slash and kill on the interesting stuff. The really dull stuff like pulling out weeds seems to be sublimation resistant.

Rowing

Suddenly I'm seeing all sorts of reasons to take up rowing as my main form of cardio - I can even see past the long hair.

Sublimation # 2

I appear to be sublimating again and channeling said energy into cleaning the garden this time instead of the kitchen.

The Mistress of Anticipation appears to be out of practice as well, which of course means it's sublimation squared.

Not Happy!!

I have developed plantar fasciitis which is a fancy name for a sore foot. It is apparently a common injury for runners, which also pisses me off, cos you know, I'm special, not common!

My Doctor sent me off to see a podiatrist today who's claim to fame is that he can cure the condition while you keep training. Well that turned out to be a pile of runny dog poo as well, as the first thing he said was "no running for a month". As I have said before I don't cope well without my regular running endorphins. He tried to soften the blow by saying I'd already done the first week as I haven't had a run since last Wednesday. He also suggested that I could do spin. Fuk me, I have a SORE FOOT, not some bizarre masochist complex.

So I went to the gym tonight to do some cardio and started on the rower feeling very virtuous that I had the pod on shuffle and wasn't listening to new fave tune for the 4th time today (unrelated video 3 times) and was going well till the 15 minute mark when the smelliest boy in the gym decided to run and fart at the same time on the treadmill next to me. Off to the bikes. After 15 minutes on the bike I remembered I HATE BIKES. Off home to slash wrists.

Get home and of course remember that I can't slash wrists as I'm a waxer, and child's blades are rusty (I may want to slash but I'd hate for them to get infected) so thought it would be much more fun to deeply gouge my knee with my thumbnail while I attempted to take my running lycra's off without taking off my shoes.

My long weekend plans are now screwed as the highlight I'd been so looking forward to was breaking 15k on the road. I don't know how I am going to survive the next three weeks.