I made it through! The pain is not as bad as I thought, and the anesthesia was not as bad either. I guess I am stronger facing my fears than I expected to be.
My diet will probably consist of mashed potatoes this week. I bought some of the yummy mixes (garlic and herb, three cheese, etc.) so I would not have to wait around or peel. Oh, and the pain meds are pretty nice too. Might actually get some sleep with some groovy dreams tonight!
Thanks to all who wished me well. It really does mean a lot coming from people that I feel I "know"! Always nice to know that people are thinking about you even if for just a brief moment. I know that this post is not written in the best of order, but I just cannot keep my mind flowing correctly. Hopefully, I will be able to blog later tonight.
Well, it finally has happened. They want to get rid of my wisdom teeth. Had a dentist appointment this morning because I had cracked my top left wisdom tooth on a kernal of corn and they referred me immediately to the oral surgeon. I am a complete basket of nerves because they want to remove all of them as quickly as possible. How quickly you ask? Well, how about as quick as tomorrow.
To imagine my fear, please realize that I have never even had a cavity, much less an extraction. My wisdom teeth gave me fits when they were coming in, but until now, we had been living pretty peacefully together for about eight years. No food or water before bed tonight and I have to be there tomorrow. Chris will be taking good care of me since I took care of him when he had his out. I think he will be pretty sympathetic. Nonetheless, I am terrified. It is the anesthesia that I am concerned about, not so much the pain. Pain I can take. Oh gosh, my tummy is doing flip flops just thinking about it.
So, tomorrow I am sure I will be posting here, whining about how much it hurts and being a general wimp. I can also guarantee that there will be no web cam on me until the swelling subsides.
1. What are your favorite ways to relax and unwind? - A bubble bath and a good book.
2. What do you do the moment you get home from work/school/errands? - If I have been forced to wear a bra, off it comes. If it is just a regular day, I take off my shoes, grab a spring water and sit down to check my email.
3. What are your favorite aromatherapeutic smells? - Lavender. Nothing comes close to that for me.
4. Do you feel more relaxed with a group of friends or hanging out by yourself? - Totally depends on the situation, but I seem to prefer being by myself or the company of just one or two other people.
5. What is something that you feel is relaxing but most people don't? - Getting tattoos. For some reason, the slight pain and the numb feeling of the needle rapidly injecting ink into my skin makes me go into like a "zone". Pretty close to the feeling I get when I meditate.
So much on television tonight that I want to see. Survivor, E.R., Friends etc. Problem is, I am so tired! I was up at the crack of dawn this morning preparing a roast.
I had a pretty decent cut of beef so I massaged it with garlic butter first. Then I added garlic powder, onion powder, salt and pepper. After making sure that made a nice paste on the outside, I dusted it in flour. Just enough to keep it really juicy inside. Of course I cut up some potatoes and onions and added the baby carrots to the crock pot and just let it go on low all day. The house sure smelled good and Chris said that it was the best roast that I had made yet.
That in itself did not exhaust me. I truly meant to go back to bed and get some more sleep but everytime I looked around, I saw something else that needed to be done. So, here I am. All floors vacuumed and mopped, all cupboards reorganized, all laundry done. I don't know why I get in this cleaning mood all of a sudden and I just can't stop until it is all done. I was so tired that I fell asleep during one of our downloaded movies this afternoon. Sitting up. Mouth open I believe. I mustered up enough energy to make it to the bed (fresh linens of course) to take about an hour's nap. Of course, the belly of the bear was growling, so he came in and said "Honey? When are we going to eat?". Normally, Chris would be able to just make his own meal, but he seems to be terrified of the crock pot. I haven't really figured out what he sees as complex about this pot with only two temperature settings, but I knew that him messing with it could only end up with the crock pot left on and quite possibly the meal on the floor.
That brings me to this moment. Here I am, awake and struggling. Oh, how I am looking forward to curling back up in bed!
1. Neo-Pagan (100%) 2. Mahayana Buddhism (84%) 3. New Age (84%) 4. Unitarian Universalism (78%) 5. Hinduism (71%) 6. Liberal Quakers (68%) 7. New Thought (62%) 8. Reform Judaism (61%) 9. Jainism (60%) 10. Scientology (59%) 11. Theravada Buddhism (56%) 12. Sikhism (56%) 13. Taoism (55%) 14. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (50%) 15. Secular Humanism (49%) 16. Bahá'í Faith (47%) 17. Orthodox Judaism (43%) 18. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (42%) 19. Orthodox Quaker (39%) 20. Islam (36%) 21. Nontheist (28%) 22. Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (19%) 23. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (18%) 24. Seventh Day Adventist (16%) 25. Eastern Orthodox (12%) 26. Roman Catholic (12%) 27. Jehovah's Witness (9%)
This is how the Belief-o-Matic explains the results:
Remember: The top score on the list below represents the faith that Belief-O-Matic, in its less than infinite wisdom, thinks most closely matches your beliefs. However, even a score of 100% does not mean that your views are all shared by this faith, or vice versa.
Belief-O-Matic then lists another 26 faiths in the order of how much they have in common with your professed beliefs. The higher a faith appears on this list, the more closely it aligns with your thinking.
Oh, how I wish I was back in the U.S. so I could do my part and participate in this:
Please heed this urgent and important message from the Office of Homeland Security.
Will you do YOUR part?
As we all know, the Taliban considers it a sin for a man to see a naked woman who is not his wife. So, this Sunday at 2:00 PM Eastern time all North American women are asked to walk out of their house completely naked to help weed out any neighborhood terrorists. Circling your block for one hour is recommended for this antiterrorist effort.
All men are to position themselves in lawn chairs in front of their house to prove they think it's okay to see other women nude and to show support for their fellow sisters. And since the Tailban also does not approve of alcohol, a cold six-pack at your side is further proof of your anti-Taliban sentiment.
The United States of America appreciates your efforts to root out terrorists and applauds your participation. God bless America!
Wait, it says "North American" women. YAY! That means that this transplanted Floridian in the Great White North can get nekkie and strut around the neighborhood.
Ok, this is just wrong. Yes, it is an animated shockwave file, but it does have some "nudity"so be forwarned. Pretty funny though. Reminds me of what people say when you are going to do some type of public speaking: "Imagine everyone in their underwear".
I had weird dreams all night last night. I am not sure if it was a result of the temperature change, the fact that I was exhausted, or something in my subconscious that was bothering me. Not all parts of the dream (which came in several segments) were bad. Some were so good that I tried to stay in the dream as long as possible. I hate nights like that. Waking up feeling as though I had no sleep and not being able to shake the bad feelings from my dream. It is still lingering with me. It is like there is a black cloud surrounding me, a haze of foreboding that I just cannot get rid of and that I cannot fully understand. I take my dreams seriously after the Space Shuttle Dreams I had as a child. I am not sure what to make of this one. It is so disturbing that I really don't even want to recount it here as it would be too emotionally draining to start the day with. No death or real tragedy, more like disasters in my personal life. Maybe it is a fear of change, but I have a feeling that I need to make a change of some sort.
The good part of the dream was Vin Diesel. Well, it looked like him, sounded like him, but in my dream he was just a normal guy who was really nice to me. I mean really nice. I feel like suce a teeny bopper swooning over some movie star like this. No, it was not a wet dream or anything like that, only the two best kisses that I have ever had in a dream. This was so vivid that I can still remember his smell. Smell from a dream! Maybe he represented to me what I want out of a relationship and what I am feeling deep down that I am not getting. That is all that I can figure.
Chris and I have been together two years, and as in all relationships there have been ups and downs. All in all, he is a great guy. I know that I love him and that he loves me, I think that I have been having those stir crazy feelings again. Ahh, the complexities of being female, it ain't just all in the plumbing.
Found this at USA Today. Click on that to read the whole story but the following caught my eye:
Users in the club and rave scenes say it gives them the energy to dance all night and enhances their senses. But Ecstasy also hinders sexual function. To compensate, some young men take Viagra, a prescription drug normally used to treat men who have decreased sexual function or who are recovering from prostate cancer.
Doctors warn that combining the two drugs can cause heart problems or erections that don't subside for more than four hours, possibly leading to anatomical damage. There have been scattered reports of such injuries across the country, officials say.
Being the curious type of girl that I am, what kind of "anatomical damage" are we talking about here? Does the skin stay all stretched out and wrinkled like a sock missing the elastic? Do these people end up shutting the love muscle in car doors? Zipper incidents of the penis variety? These are the things that I want to know. I have the incredible urge to call a doctor right now and find out just what damage will happen if a male has a super erection. I had been told that if a male dog has this problem, you simply sprinkle sugar on the pink tip of the penis and the dog licks it and the erection goes away. Well, unless these guys are really limber, and they get turned off by a tongue on their man meat, I highly doubt that would work.
Oh, and for those of you that I have confused, Sextasy is a combo of Viagra and Ecstasy/MDMA.
Ok, so I admit it, I watched the Emmy Awards last night. Ok, and I will also admit that I didn't pay a whole lot of attention. Maybe it was the fact that I don't watch a whole lot of television other than my fetish for "reality t.v.". Give me a Big Brother, Survivor, Osbournes or hell, even Anna Nicole over most of the crap that is on. I did like 24 last year as well as Sex and the City but other than that, can't say I was too impressed. There is no question in my mind that E.R. was a waste for me, other then the few touching moments when Dr. Greene died and the smallpox episode. I did like Conan O'Brien. He had me rolling when he was making the "googly eyes" and Jennifer Aniston until her hubby (mostly shaved) gave him the stare down, so the romantic music started and Conan found another beauty in the crowd... Garry Shandling. It was really cute. The whole Ozzy skit with them trying to get the the show was worth it as well. Now I just need to check around to find the worst dressed. Now that I like.
I rarely get spam in my real email, but I figured it was about time to check my dreaded Hotmail account. This is what I found:
Subject : I'll love you more if you stop going bald ....
- Damn, and I thought that you really meant for better or for worse.
Subject : Women Agree "Size DOES Matter" So GO BIG Now! - Well, since I don't have a penis and I really cannot expect to grow one anytime soon, you must be speaking of my boobs. Wait, in that case, why would these women be interested in my boob size? Hot lesbian action? No, wait, that was on WWE tonight. Oh well, my rack is big enough as it is. Thanks.
Subject : adv:adult: Luscious Lesbo Teens! FREE - Maybe you should send these teens to the women that are concerned about my breast size.
Subject : I love to strip on cam! c-u-m watch me! - Only if you are Vin Diesel
Subject : Virgilio my nude pics. - Sorry, Virgilio is not here right now.
Subject : Hoyt - Well, Hoyt to you too!
Subject : Want to see a massive horse cock in a tight teen's pussy? - Umm. No, thanks. The Crocodile Hunter is about as racy as I'll get.
Subject : Why steal it, if it's free? - Must be something in my upbringing.
Subject : Sensitive Information for Danielle, only - This one only amused me because it was sent From : The Future
Subject : GET A HUGE PENIS OR YOUR MONEY BACK! - From : "Big Johnson Guys". Ok, so do I just get the penis or is it attached to one of the guys?
Subject : Are You and Your Dog on Speaking Terms? - Yes. We just discussed the merits of Iams vs. Alpo, including (but not limited to) flavor, consitancy, and the ease of digestion.
Subject : New Pill Adds 1 to 3 inchs to your .......... - Hmmm. Wonder what the .......... could be referring to. Even the body of the message left it up to the imagination: INCREASE THAT CERTAIN PART OF THE MALE BODY BY 27% WITH A SIMPLE PILL.
Ok, and the rest seemed to be insisting that I need to lose weight, get a new boyfriend, that my credit is ruined and can be fixed, that I snore, that even though I need my credit rebuilt I can still get my credit card, and one sick fuck would like to show me: "Welcome to BRUTAL RAPE action!". Does spam really work? I mean, other than me making fun of it here on my dear old blog. I probably would not have even given it a second glance until I saw the rape one. It must work if these goofs keep doing it. I would love to slap all of the spammers once and the morons that fall for it, three times.
After getting more and more odd Google, Yahoo!,and AOL Search queries that somehow lead back to me. (NO! I am not Danielle Reyes from Big Brother 3, and even if I were I would not want you to see my breasts! Ok, yes, someone did make it here by searching for "danielle" "big brother 3" breasts) I found Disturbing Search Requests. This site is hilarious. I love the quotes. A must read for anyone who is obsessed with their stats like me. I think that I will be adding a few, but just reading is worth your time.
I have a bump just above my eyebrow that is driving me nuts. Seems that we have had an infestation of spiders as the weather has been turning cooler. Now this means that some itsy bitsy (I hope) spider spent time feasting on my oh so sweet blood while I was sleeping. The only thing that I can say is that I am very glad that I did not wake up with Charlotte on my face. I am not scared of spiders. My boyfriend however is.
One night, Chris was working out on the rowing machine in the basement. All of a sudden, I heard a shriek that would have made the scream queen Jamie Lee Curtis turn away in shame. I came bounding down the stairs to see my 6'2", 220 lb. boyfriend in the corner pointing franticly at the other corner saying "It was HUGE. I have never seen anything that big! Big as a hamster!" Ok, I start looking around the room for some radioactive gigantic tarantula. Nothing to be seen. Please take into account that I am a Florida girl and big spiders and assorted large insects are nothing new to me, nonetheless, seeing Chris panic in the corner, continually babbling about the size of this spider, made me a tad on the nervous side. Usually when he sees a spider, he only minorly freaks and calls for me to remove the creature. Being the kindhearted chickie that I am, I grab some toilet paper and relocate the spider to somewhere more condusive to catching dinner... like the back porch.
Chris left the basement in a majorly bad mood because he thought that his work out space had been invaded by some new cross between a rodent and a spider. I waited about an hour, and I went back down. Lo and behold, there was the spider. Granted, he (or she) had long legs but the body was smaller than my pinkie nail. Trust me, Chris will never live that one down. Big as a hamster. Hah!
Anyway, back to my bump. It is there, itching like crazy. I don't have anything to stop the itching so I just put some moisturizer on. I am thinking that I will need to where mittens to bed like a baby because I really do not want to wake up with scratches all over my face. I will really look sexy to cuddle with tonight.
Shoes Spare Gays from Nudity Charges Fri Sep 20, 9:19 AM ET
TORONTO (Reuters) - Seven men who bared all in Toronto's Gay Pride Parade have been cleared of public nudity charges because they were wearing shoes, their lawyer says.
Ok, sometimes this little American gal loves living in Canada. Already knew that I could show my boobies here in Ontario, but now my mornings can be a lot simpler. Lets see:
Get up. Take shower. Put on shoes. Go to store.
I sure wish that I could that I had the balls (figuratively of course) to do that. I don't mind flashing my tatas at appropriate times, but actually strutting my stuff butt assed naked, um.. I highly doubt it. You never know though. Someday...
Well, I think I am finally going to break down and get my own domain. I am getting way too frustrated with the limitations of my free host. Not knocking them at all, just want more freedom. I think I have found a really good deal with a host, but I am not sure what I should name my domain. I really wanted something to reflect me, and I would really want to keep the name "Nyte" since it has been that way for so long. Do any of you have suggestions?
I am not sure if I will move to Moveable Type. I really love Blogger. It has been good to me. I am reaching for some advice here from the blogging community. (Hint, the comments are at the bottom of the post for a reason)
The only reason that I have not finished working on my site is that I keep making a bunch of great things but then when I try to publish them to the web, I find out that I can't do this or that. Really has put me in some sort of funk.
