1) Going to the Guelph Farmer's Market on Saturday morning. I live in Guelph but vacillate between being a regular city-girl kinda consumer (fast food, Home Depot, Stone Road Mall) and a crunchy hippy (hiking and canoeing, buying happy organic meat and wearing Birkenstocks to work). I try not to swing too hard to either side of the pendulum because I don't like the idea of being defined too strictly (prefer to be an anomaly :)). BUT.. does anything feel better than buying local ag and supporting local merchants? No. I don't really like mornings, or crowds, or, ironically, crunchy hippies, but I let my supercool friend Dawn L. drag me to the market at 8 a.m. on Saturday and I spent the rest of the weekend so pleased about my delicious cheese pies, organic chicken from a farm in Rockwood (I shall name him Colin) and dinner ingredients from around the corner that I will no doubt be back again! Already excited for berry season.. Not to mention a great night with Dawn, one of my fave peeps, which consisted of eating way too much, drinking pints at the Pennywhistle and lots of catching up and being goofy. :)
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| D&K <3, Guelph-style, 2009 |
3) Dawn (BFF Dawn) telling me a story that made me laugh so hard I cried. She's part of the reason I started this blog, because I swear more crazy stuff happens to her than could ever happen to me in a lifetime (and a lot happens to me, you have to admit). So Dawn awakes at 4 a.m. to a loud banging on the door to her apartment. Terrified, she creeps over to the door and looks through the peephole to see a crazy drunk girl outside her door, knocking and yelling to let her in, it's her, she's home, let her in!! (Dawn does not, obvi) Another drunk girl appears and says "maybe this isn't it.. maybe it's the next door".. and the drunkards start to make their way down the hall to Dawn's neighbour's door. However, the first girl takes a moment to throw up violently on the (carpeted) hallway outside Dawn's apartment door. SIGH. They then move down and start the charade again at Dawn's neighbours ("let me in! it's me! I'm home!"), and promptly the girl vomits AGAIN on the floor outside the neighbours'. I just picture Dawn in her pjs, watching this crazy scene unfold through her peephole, followed by a request to the building staff to please come clean up some hallway puke.. followed by now a vague, permanent stain on her carpet. Let me clarify, I feel so badly for her! But honestly, I could not stop cracking up. (don't worry, I won't post a creative, related picture)
4) Field season starting! It was only 6 months ago I was burned the eff out never wanting to see a tree again.... BUT.. somehow.. I'm ready to go again! I just loaded some property layers into my GPS unit at work today and I am STOKED! With these awesome GPS units I basically get to stand in an air photo (like a Google Earth image) and see what type of habitat I'm about to walk into (helpful for not falling off a cliff, or drowning in a lake ;)). There are a bunch of invasive species biding their time out there (I have the 2012 waypoints) but what they don't know is THIS YEAR, I'm READY for them! Phragmites, Garlic Mustard, Giant Hogweed and most specifically DSV - watch out here I come! (that was a direct quote from the Dead or Alive song Spin Me Right Round, if you were thinking it.. it was..)
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| Garlic Mustard dies first |
5) The end of the tooth saga. Here's how this one goes:
- 1999 - should have gotten my wisdom teeth out like a normal teenager but my dentist neglected to tell me they were impacted
- 2006 - I get a new dentist who tells me my wisdom teeth are super impacted and they need to be yanked. Oh and the lower left one has been pushing on my back molar for years and it's subsequently rotted and will probably have to be yanked, and the implant will cost $3,000. You are a student with no money.. full price. $3k. Fun.
- 2006 (later that year) - I get 4 wisdom teeth yanked (including some crazy procedure called a coronectomy to remove the crown of one where it was dangerously close to the nerve running through my jaw) and wake up with the questionable molar still there. The surgeon tells me the tooth is deemed "worth saving" and it should be ok.
- 2007 - I get another new dentist since I now live in Guelph permanently, who decides that cavity needs to be filled, STAT and it's HUUUUGE! Cavity filled. OW OW OW.
- 2010 - complete hot/cold sensitivity on the same molar. Seems odd. I don't think much of it, just chew on the right.
- 2011 - twinging pain in my face many nights when I try to go to sleep which I diligently ignore.
- 2012 (January) - searing pain in my left jaw, can't see straight, advil does nothing. NOTHING (that is scary). I see my dentist who finds an abcess below the notorious tooth and tells me I'll need a root canal. But it's so bad that she wants me to go to a specialist.
- Later that week - specialist drills into the tooth to drain the crazy infection to find that the canals of my tooth are gigantic compared to any normal human and asks if I perhaps took a soccer ball to the face in my youth or suffered other major trauma. WHAT? No. This still remains a mystery - the mystery of the giant canals. Perhaps there's something my parents aren't telling me.. He then tells me he is very sorry for how much pain I must be in with that much area for the infection to take root - "he's never seen anything like it". And, oh, no, he simply can't treat this all in one visit. I will have a second freezing/drilling/draining next week. Thank goodness for TORODOL in the meantime. The greatest painkiller ever.
- The next week - root canal part 2. They get it all, they fill the canals with creepy hot rubber that will apparently keep everything bad out forever. My root begins to die. Temporary filling to cap off thousands of dollars of dental work.
- 2012 (March) - my tooth has no feeling, nerves completely dead. Dentist puts in permanent filling and says watch it for a year then come get a crown.
- 2013 (early April) - fitted for a crown which means your tooth (in my case, my large filling that looks like a tooth) being drilled down to a nub and staying that way for 2 weeks. Eerie. I opted to not get freezing (I'm tough! plus the nerves are dead which really helps with not feeling pain) but of course the drill slips while she's carving my baby tooth and hits me in the gum. Ya!
- 2013 (today) - crown on! I now have a real-looking tooth that feels super smooth and weird, and is distinctly whiter than my other molars. However.. I should be able to rest easy for the rest of my life with this solid gold and porcelain sucka glued on. Too bad it's not actual shiny yellow gold.. that would be awesome. Thousands of dollars (much reimbursed, thank you Great West Life) and many hours of agony later... I'm done! And I really do love my dentist, despite the drill slip. Thank goodness I found her, fixer of very scary tooth.
6) Last night I texted Dawn back "sorry I can't chat, we're watching a movie. The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel - it's great!" as we often share movie recommendations. Her response: "is that a porno?". I have been laughing all day at that one.
And that's about it for now, off the top of my head. What else is there to say but cheers to spring, great friends, cute husbands, smooches from your pooch, and my Leafs in the playoffs - GO LEAFS GO!!!!
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