Happy Blogiversary to me.

Yes, today is the one-year anniversary of the creation of this blog. Did I change the world? No. Did I change opinions? Nope, don't think so. Was I ground-breaking? Not at all. Oh well. I'll try harder in the coming year.


Thanks for reading,

Agatestone

My morning.

So,

The wisdom tooth is gone. Extracted. It had been giving me problems (I won't go into them as they are gross problems), so it's for the better. My jaw is sore from all the pushing and pulling. She said the other three need to come out as well. I am not looking forward to that. I will definitely ask for painkillers. None of this extra strength Tylenol that I'm on right now.

Am I in pain? Really, just my jaw hurts. I took the Tylenol right away and will take some more in a couple of hours.

Agatestone

Auuuugggghhhhh.

Three words about the tragedy I'm dealing with today:



BAD WISDOM TOOTH



Wish me luck. That is all.

Anatomy of my day.

9:10 a.m. Shoveling snow

9:40 a.m. Breakfast

10:15 a.m. After breakfast, I took something...I am not to familiar with it, but I think it is called a nop, nep...no, I think it's a nap. What a wonderful invention. You lay on the sofa under a couple of blankets and do absolutely nothing. I could get used to things like this.

12:00 lunch

1:00 Ran across the street to the Italian market for some dried fruit for the cookies I had just decided to make.

2:00 Mixing up the filling and letting it chill for a few hours.

4:00 I took another one of those things...what are they called? Oh yes, a nap. This one was good, but not as good as the first one. This one came with bizarro dreams. The Breakfast Czar and I were at the Rock and Roll Museum, except that it was a large park, with monuments to each of the bands. She was being way to reverent at each monument. She wanted a moment of silence at each monument...and this was even at bands whose members weren't even dead. The BC was aggravating me to no end.

7:00 Woke up from nap and watched a silly movie: 50 First Dates. I keep meaning to watch more Adam Sandler movies but I just never get around to it.

9:00 Dinner.

It's now 9:31. What a wonderful day. After this latest week of reading, reading, reading various ads for work, as well as Hebrew for my Hebrew class, as well as trying to memorize sanskrit words for my yoga teacher training, the only things I read to day were cookbooks.

Blizzard

Yes, we're having a blizzard today and this is serious business. But heck, why can't we have Thundersnow? Apparently, cities near Port Huron (east of Agatestone Central) are experiencing Thundersnow. I want Thundersnow.

Tea, anyone?

Thought for the day (or rather the middle of the night): If you make a cup of tea, and then put a cinnamon stick in to give it a little flavor, don't let the cinnamon stick steep in the cup of tea too long, as I just did. My cup of tea now tastes like Christmas potpourri! It tastes kind of forbidden, as it is against our nature to eat potpourri, yet, here I am drinking a piping hot cup of potpourri-flavoured tea.

Good night dear reader.

Winter

Cashews.

Dear reader, especially the Breakfast Czar,

I learned a new word today: Cashew.

Apparently, Cashew is the word coined for those of us with one Catholic parent and one Jewish parent. Cath=Ca and Jew=Shew, hence the term Cashew. I like it. What do you think BC? I found out that a friend of mine is a Cashew. She explained to me what the word meant and said that I too was a Cashew.

This week

In no order in particular, these are some happenings of the week:

1) I saw a man with reindeer antlers on his head, casually walking down the street. Was he a some sort of man-reindeer or perhaps it was just a hat.

2) I was just sent a Hanukkah poinsettia, dyed blue, of course.

3) I eschewed cake yesterday as free work desserts offered after lunch have a tendancy to upset my Karma. It's happened before; it will happen again.

4) Odd dream last night starring cousin; rabbis; cousin's imaginary boyfriend who was actually a junkie from last nights Law and Order CI, whose hair, in my dream, kept changing colors; museum gift shops; and dogs.

Yawn.

It's early.

I am tired. I am already in bed.

I cannot sleep. I am so tired that my eyeballs hurt, yet I cannot sleep.

Dream journal time.

So, in my latest dream, I'm visiting my cousin in New York. I had gone out for a walk and was returning to his apartment building. I didn't have a key so a man let me in. In the lobby was a security guard. It was Tim Meadows, who used to be on Saturday Night Live. He wanted to charge me 20 bucks to go back to my cousin's apartment. I refused. Then, I turned around and there was a shipping pallet with a flock of monkeys sitting on it. They were very sad monkeys. According to Tim, the USPS had created a new mailing system and to test it, they were mailing monkeys around the country. Apparently, this was happening all over. I was very disturbed at this turn of events. I asked Tim to let the monkeys go free and he refused. He was worried about monkey germs. So, I was planning the monkeys' escape, but then Tim said it was ok for me to go into my cousin's apartment without paying the 20 bucks; I forgot about the monkeys and went about my business. The end.

To autopsychoanalyze this dream:

1) First of all, the man playing my cousin is not in real life my cousin and does not live in New York.

2) I just read a story about "famous space monkeys" who were used to test various NASA missions.

3) Tim Meadows....well I don't know why I was dreaming about him. I bet I read his name somewhere this week.

I'm sure there's a deeper meaning to this dream. I just have to ponder it for a while.