bliss

driving home.

8 pm.

sun is setting.

clouds are purple and pink.

drive past canada bread.

smell the amazing aroma of freshly cooked bread.

yum.

games

steve and i love playing board games. the last few months we spend about an evening a week playing ticket to ride, monopoly or sequence. the past couple of weeks i have spent a lot of time at my grandpa's (between 3-7 hours a day) and the games on my ipod have become one of my common pass times (is it pass times or past times??? it passes the time but pass times sounds funny). the other day we hauled out some dice and started playing the old fashion, non electronic, version. it's been good. our printer is broken so we can't print out score sheets so we have to make out own each time we want to play a round, but oh well. i love resurrecting old games. they feel like new again.

wisdom teeth torture

today steve had an appointment to have his 4 wisdom teeth removed. we got there at 12:15, he filled out some paperwork and then they took him back for x-rays. they told me to be back in an hour to pick him up. i left to pick up some pudding and gauze for steve. he sent me a text at 12:50 saying that they had pricked him with a needle 15 times in order to freeze him up real good. i was back at the office about 10 minutes later (1pm). as soon as i walked in the dental assistant asked me to go to the back and sit with him. she said the freezing wasn't working and he was very shaky from the pain. i went back immediately and he looked white. they had only taken out one tooth at that point. 3 to go. they started on the next tooth (top left side of his mouth). he was rigid with pain. it was super hard to watch because i could see that the pain was VERY bad. they stopped and he was shaking like crazy. the freezing wasn't taking. they gave him another shot and tried again. they got it out quick and then gave him a minute to relax before beginning on the bottom left tooth. meanwhile the doctor stuck the bloody tooth he had just removed in my face and wanted me to look at the root and see how curved it was. awesome. just what i wanted to see, thanks doc.

next they started on the bottom tooth. it was giving them a ton of trouble. there was lots of cracking and blood. they finally decided to cut it in half and try again. the cutting was bad. steve was in SO much pain. i was completely helpless. they tried pulling it out and a tiny piece came out. they dug and cracked and pulled and rocked that tooth back and forth....nothing. by this point steve looked awful. he looked like he was close to passing out. it was as if i was watching him be tortured. they kept saying "breathe and relax".....ummm....yeah right! how can he do that when he can feel everything that they were doing? they pulled again on the tooth and there was another loud crack and then a splatter of blood all over the dentist's spectacles. yuck, yuck, YUCK!! they were getting no where. i could tell that steve wasn't going to be able to take much more (he had already had to deal with more than most people would have been able to handle) so i asked them to give him the adivan they had offered before. they did and they gave him more freezing. then they left him for a few minutes so that the meds could kick in a bit. they tried again. this time it wasn't as painful for steve, thank goodness! what a relief! they ended up cutting the tooth into about 6-8 pieces in order to get it out. finally the last chunk of root was out and again the doctor stuck it in my face and insisted that i look at the root and the hook it had. now the doc says to steve "one more to go", i look at the clock and it is now 2:45 (he had been in that chair for 2 hours and 15 minutes and more than an hour of that was just for one tooth) so i said "no, we are done for today". i rushed and got his prescription for T3s and whatever else they prescribed and got him out of there. the doctor was super nice and so was the dental assistant but the whole experience was traumatic. the doctor was quite frustrated that that one tooth had been so hard to get out. he said he had NEVER had a tooth take that long to get out. i felt bad for everyone. they did their best and steve just had to suffer his way through it all. what a trooper! when we got home i cut a leg off an old pair of nylons and stuck ice packs in it and tied it on his head. lol. he looked hilarious! he is still in so much pain but the worst is over....or so we hope!

oxymoron?

skinny cow....complete oxymoron....BUT super delicious and low cal. you can get them

in minis and they are only 50 calories. totally worth it. give 'em a try.

city change?

i usually get freaked out at the idea of moving cities. when we were looking for a townhouse last summer we looked extensively in abbotsford but i wasn't super keen on moving cities. i know, it's just abbotsford but for me and my anxious tendencies i knew that that would mean new grocery stores, new restaurants, new gas stations, new routes to familiar places etc etc. so we stayed in langley. i just home home last night from a a short, but sweet, trip to regina. honestly, i could live there. i loved it there. it wasn't too big or too small. it was easy to find things and the biggest draw....it's FLAT! running, walking, biking would be AWESOME because it's all flat. i went biking twice while there and loved it. it's very relaxing. it was insanely hot (it was actually kind of cold the last day and rainy), there weren't a bunch of bugs and the houses all have AC. another big plus is that the houses are a lot cheaper there. i haven't been there for a winter yet and that could for sure scare me away from wanting to live there. i am just happy that i am not freaked out at the idea of moving to a new city, even a new province!

movie suggestion

you should watch this film. it was recommended to me by a friend and it was so good! it takes place in the late 18th century and early 19th century. it is all about britain's member of parliament, william wilberforce's quest to abolish the slave trade in the british empire. it might sounds boring to some of you but it's really quite good.

diesel is not my friend

went through Tim Hortons drive thru the other day. just as i pulled up to the speaker thing to place my order a loud diesel truck pulled in behind me. as i said my order to the lady on the other end she kept having to say "SORRY CAN YOU REPEAT THAT?" and i would yell back "SMALL ICED CAPP MADE WITH MILK NOT CREAM" and again "SORRY. THERE IS A LOUD NOISE AND I CAN'T HEAR YOU. PLEASE PULL UP TO THE WINDOW TO ORDER". grrrrrrrr!!!!! so i pull up. but i have to wait for the cars in front of me to get their stuff from the window before i can make my order. meanwhile the big loud truck pulls up to the speaker and turns his truck OFF to make HIS order. ummmm HELLO!!!! you should have the same courtesy for the person in front of you. so annoying. for all of you loud diesel truck drivers out there, please don't use the drive thru or at least turn off your engine when the person in front of you and probably behind you , is trying to order.