Milo and I almost got eaten by a cougar today!
I was just hanging up the phone after chatting with my sister when I heard a bunch of gunshots (which I originally thought were firecrackers) about 200 yards north on the same street I was walking Milo on.
Police were shooting and hunched behind cars, just like in the movies. I ran home with the puppy so as to avoid any stray bullets since I figured it was some sort of dramatic shootout with a crazy person or a serial killer (because serial killers aren't crazy...) or something.
Nope. Just a not-so-friendly urban cougar.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Eye of the Tiger
"You're gonna eat lightnin' and you're gonna crap thunder!"
Milo = Mickey
Andy = Rocky
Friday, April 4, 2008
puppy therapy
Yeah, so I had a hole drilled into my jaw this week. Yep, A HOLE WAS DRILLED INTO MY SKULL. I'm tough like that.
The backstory: I had a bone infection in my jaw about 10 months ago which they had to crack and pull a tooth to get to, scrape out the infected bone, put in a bone graft and then stitch up my minus-one-molar gums.
This week: I went in to have a screw put into my jaw where the missing molar is (aka an implant). Once that screw fuses with the bone graft, they can attach a brand new, shiny tooth to the top and Voila! No more toothless hillbilly!
When I called to make the appointment, the woman at the office assured me that the procedure wasn't very invasive and I'd be fine to go to work, carry on with my normal life, etc.
Me, "Are you sure? Cause... you will be drilling a HOLE INTO MY SKULL and then putting a screw in that hole, right?"
Lady, "Yeah, you'll be fine. Sunshine, daisies, blah, blah, blah, *more lying to me*."
SO, fast forward to Tuesday afternoon when I actually enter the office for my appointment. I'm escorted to the chair and ask the surgeon's assistant if she can explain the surgery and the recovery to me.
Different, truth-telling, lady, "Well, it'll be pretty standard. No solid foods for a few days, only soft foods for at least a week, then try not to chew on that side of your mouth for about a month. There will be some swelling and pain, but we'll give you medication."
I actually raised my hand at this point and made sure she knew who I was and what procedure I was there for since I had to be at work all week.
No mistake. I was a victim of the devious/misinformed/insert-expletive-here receptionist.
THEN the fun began. They put a mask over my eyes to keep be from freaking out at all the large, bloody tools that would be popping in and out of my mouth, numbed me up real good and got started. The actual drilling went pretty well, though trouble popped up when they put in the screw. Apparently the earlier bone graft was a bit too thin, so the screw was sticking out of the side of my jaw. Yeah, it gets better.
So they made the decision to add more bone graft and PEELED MY GUMS BACK to get the bone in there. Yeah, I'll wait while you shudder and try to get THAT image out of your head. After some boning (heh), stitching and x-rays to make sure the screw was adequately covered on all sides by bone, I was released.
For the past three days I've spent most of my time at home with an ice pack on my face, trying to find new foods to liquify and waiting until my next Vicodin dose. Good thing I've got this guy to look after me:
This is not a posed photo. Dogs really are therapeutic.
That, or Milo just likes the smell of my shampoo.
The backstory: I had a bone infection in my jaw about 10 months ago which they had to crack and pull a tooth to get to, scrape out the infected bone, put in a bone graft and then stitch up my minus-one-molar gums.
This week: I went in to have a screw put into my jaw where the missing molar is (aka an implant). Once that screw fuses with the bone graft, they can attach a brand new, shiny tooth to the top and Voila! No more toothless hillbilly!
When I called to make the appointment, the woman at the office assured me that the procedure wasn't very invasive and I'd be fine to go to work, carry on with my normal life, etc.
Me, "Are you sure? Cause... you will be drilling a HOLE INTO MY SKULL and then putting a screw in that hole, right?"
Lady, "Yeah, you'll be fine. Sunshine, daisies, blah, blah, blah, *more lying to me*."
SO, fast forward to Tuesday afternoon when I actually enter the office for my appointment. I'm escorted to the chair and ask the surgeon's assistant if she can explain the surgery and the recovery to me.
Different, truth-telling, lady, "Well, it'll be pretty standard. No solid foods for a few days, only soft foods for at least a week, then try not to chew on that side of your mouth for about a month. There will be some swelling and pain, but we'll give you medication."
I actually raised my hand at this point and made sure she knew who I was and what procedure I was there for since I had to be at work all week.
No mistake. I was a victim of the devious/misinformed/insert-expletive-here receptionist.
THEN the fun began. They put a mask over my eyes to keep be from freaking out at all the large, bloody tools that would be popping in and out of my mouth, numbed me up real good and got started. The actual drilling went pretty well, though trouble popped up when they put in the screw. Apparently the earlier bone graft was a bit too thin, so the screw was sticking out of the side of my jaw. Yeah, it gets better.
So they made the decision to add more bone graft and PEELED MY GUMS BACK to get the bone in there. Yeah, I'll wait while you shudder and try to get THAT image out of your head. After some boning (heh), stitching and x-rays to make sure the screw was adequately covered on all sides by bone, I was released.
For the past three days I've spent most of my time at home with an ice pack on my face, trying to find new foods to liquify and waiting until my next Vicodin dose. Good thing I've got this guy to look after me:
This is not a posed photo. Dogs really are therapeutic.
That, or Milo just likes the smell of my shampoo.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Turn off the lights
Nope, that subject is not a reference to that bad Nellie Furtado song from a few years back. I have no interest in bringing that or her awful like a bird song back from well-deserved obscurity.
You, yes YOU, should be turning off all lights tomorrow from 8pm-9pm, your local time.
Our lights will definitely be off, though really because we won't be there. We're going to see a show in an effort to reconnect with our artsy, creative sides. I wonder if we can convince the Company to perform by candlelight...
In other news, Milo got a new toy for Easter.
His name is Charlie the monkey.
Milo does not know what life was like before Charlie came into his world.
He really only has eyes for him.
And he looks funny with a laundry basket on his head, too.
You, yes YOU, should be turning off all lights tomorrow from 8pm-9pm, your local time.
Our lights will definitely be off, though really because we won't be there. We're going to see a show in an effort to reconnect with our artsy, creative sides. I wonder if we can convince the Company to perform by candlelight...
In other news, Milo got a new toy for Easter.
His name is Charlie the monkey.
Milo does not know what life was like before Charlie came into his world.
He really only has eyes for him.
And he looks funny with a laundry basket on his head, too.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
lolcats
For those of you who live under a rock and haven't heard of lolcats, here's an example:
Photos like this keep my smirk alive after realizing that the conference at which my company is exhibiting and I am forced to attend is keeping me from enjoying Cubs games and vacation plans.
Work keeps getting in the way of my life.
Luckily cat photos with funny captions even it all out.
Photos like this keep my smirk alive after realizing that the conference at which my company is exhibiting and I am forced to attend is keeping me from enjoying Cubs games and vacation plans.
Work keeps getting in the way of my life.
Luckily cat photos with funny captions even it all out.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Talented Friends
My coworker is really great at design, and in her spare time, she's taken up creating invitations, party favors, etc. for all kinds of occasions. She recently launched a website.
It's in Spanish AND English, so don't freak out when you see one foreign word and leave the page. It's still in development and I need to get on the ball and write some interesting ad copy for the site.
All this is indeed a plug for anyone who'd like to use Linda's services as well as an excuse to show you this photo she used for practice.
This was originally a photo of me playing the Wii over Christmas, but now it's a fun piece of pop art that would be a GREAT customized party invitation. You can see other examples of her work on her site.
Email Linda now for your very own Warhol-esque party invites!
Have I mentioned that she has a website?
It's in Spanish AND English, so don't freak out when you see one foreign word and leave the page. It's still in development and I need to get on the ball and write some interesting ad copy for the site.
All this is indeed a plug for anyone who'd like to use Linda's services as well as an excuse to show you this photo she used for practice.
This was originally a photo of me playing the Wii over Christmas, but now it's a fun piece of pop art that would be a GREAT customized party invitation. You can see other examples of her work on her site.
Email Linda now for your very own Warhol-esque party invites!
Have I mentioned that she has a website?
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