Three bleaghs

[slipjig3]

Bleagh #1: My braces have inexplicably developed a sharp point on the inside of one of my brackets, which has been wearing a hole in the side of my tongue since Saturday. As a result, every time I try to swallow, it feels like some sadistic leprechaun is living under my gum line and stabbing me in the tongue with an ice pick. So I called my orthodontist's office yesterday to make an appointment, and find out that their next opening is seven *&$%!@! weeks from now. Furthermore, since I'd missed my last appointment and never rescheduled, if I wait seven weeks, it will be: TOO LATE. (As in, irreparable damage to my teeth due to inaction, two and a half years and 2,000 smackers down the loo, that sort of thing.) Luckily, they had a cancellation, and I somehow got half a day off from work to actually go to it. God, I hope this starts going better.
RELATED DISCOVERY: I am an utter flake for not rescheduling.

Bleagh #2: Coming home from work last night in a nasty, nasty blizzardy-thing, I discovered one downside to my pretty late-model Honda Odyssey: if there are four or more inches of snow on the road, and the snowplow and sand truck haven't bothered showing up yet, the van isn't going to make it up the hill leading to our street. I swear, I was only a quarter-mile from home, spinning my tires, cussing like a cuckolded redneck on Springer, and unable to budge an inch. No matter, I thought, I'll just take the back way, which isn't as steep. Great plan, unless you can't find the proper road. It took me two phone calls to Kristi and a lot more cussing to find it; I almost didn't make it up THAT hill, either. So, in short, that last 1/4 mile took me about a half-hour to drive. I went from loving my car to utterly loathing its power-locked existence in about 3.6 minutes.
RELATED DISCOVERY: I do not like the smell of burning rubber.

Bleagh #3: I woke up this morning just in time for the power to go out. Again. I hate this town.
RELATED DISCOVERY: I can never go hiking in the woods, because I can't get a decent fire going to save my squirrely little hide.

Comments

[paganmommy.livejournal.com]

1. That'll teach ya :)

2. Did you try down shifting? *ducking from incoming blows to the head*

3. How to Start a Fire (http://hearth.com/what/start.html) Print it, learn it, love it.

Always here to help a friend in need

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Heehee... And yes, I DID downshift, he said huffily Nothing worked, I'm afraid. It's going to be a loooooong winter.

[paganmommy.livejournal.com]

eh.. rearwheel drive? Other than new tires or weighing down the back (assuming rearwheel drive) I have no other suggestions for you other than, go for a different mode of transport. :/

[odheirre.livejournal.com]

cussing like a cuckolded redneck on Springer

...snort. Love the imagery.

You just have to arrange it so when you are driving from work to home or home to work, you always drive downhill.

In Boy Scouts, we made firestarters - a mix of wax, wood shavings, and string. Kept them in a dry place and they'd light up anything.