Is there a doctor in the house? Soon...

Christmas was good. It was tight due to me not getting paid but I’m pretty used to that now. It’s pretty hit or miss lately since that jackass, I mean guy, took over. Mau had to work into Xmas morning but he ended up getting off early because they were slow so he came home at 3:30am, just in time to play Santa for this last year (the kid is getting wise to the scheme thanks to a neighbor kid who doesn’t believe in anything due to his crack ass religion). The cookies turned out too hard for people with braces or falling out teeth so we fed them to the dog.

We went over to Tami’s for awhile on Xmas day. Vicki & Matt were in town so we got to hang out with them and Sky wanted to stay the night over there with Anna’s 2 girls. Vicki & Matt decided to swing by our house for a few so Vicki could indulge in things unavailable at her mom’s house. Vicki is working now as a hair stylist and Matt still has 2 years of school for his Phd then I suppose we will have to call him Dr. Matt. Hmmm.

Last week Edr0 was sweating his g/f’s visa interview and the money he sent her for it that disappeared out of the UPS envelope. A couple days ago he gives the news that Roontiwan got her visa approved and she will be here from Thailand in a few days, which means she’s here now. Luckily he won $2300 in his shady Chinese restaurant basement poker game Xmas night so he can afford an apartment. He might have to cut back on his gambling though now…losing $1500 in a week on sports betting will not fly with her.

Speaking of which, Edr0 came by to hang out tonight since his g/f was jet-lagged and sleeping. I took him on in Madden, thought I had him with a 30 point lead going into the half but he came back and won in overtime. Boo, should’ve played Tiger Woods.

Frohe Weihnachten! 

What's in that stuff anyways?

Sky was having a sleepover at a friend’s house and we were getting wild’n crazy by sitting around watching America’s Most Wanted. Ryan showed up out of the blue with a funeral director to escort us to his holiday party with a white trash theme. We do live in Price Hill after all. The mortician brought us a toe tag to hang on our Xmas tree. How did she know that was the one decoration we were missing to perfect the tree?

We made the long trek to the party…you know, like 4 houses down the street. We couldn’t stay long since Mau is on his work schedule. Of course that didn’t stop him from downing some jello shots and a *cough cough* green apple Zima. I indulged too so I’m pretty smashed.

There’s nothing like walking into a kitchen full of strangers to hear “OMG, you’re the one with all the DDR equipment! You got my wife addicted, it’s all your fault.”. He wasn’t being dicky, he just wanted to know where to get a metal pad. Sue had it hooked up with color coded jello shots (kid-friendly and adults only), fried cheese wontons, tons of cookies and dippables. We had fun and at least if Mau posts tonight and we question his sobriety, we will know the answer.

Bye bye Jetta, bye bye

We finally took the Jetta in to see what was wrong with it, thinking at worst it would be a $600 repair. Oh no, that would be a normal car. I forgot this is THE Jetta that has cost us more than it’s worth. We had been adding water to it in the summer because it was asking for it (the little indicator light on dash that flashes “water”). The manual said to add water. I would have thought in 5 months the water would have leaked out but no. It froze and cracked the engine. So they say at least. Hell if I know. They could tell me anything and I’d be like “Der, OK.”. It started and ran but lurched. The transmission had been replaced a year prior to it breaking down but they say it was also leaking transmission fluid. Again, OK. I am not sinking another $4000 into that car (the rough quote for new engine) so we sold it to a guy at the shop for a measly amount. It was a sad day saying goodbye to the car. I really liked that car despite its many flaws. This also leaves us in the same boat we were in…only having one car. Sigh…

It’s sore mouth time again. I got my first real adjustment. I had that pseudo one where I went red but this time I got a thicker wire (owie), 2 springs and I went purple. The game plan is to push 2 teeth apart a little more to make room to bracket a tooth to bring it into line. On the other side, the spring is pushing apart 2 others to make enough room to pull my remaining fang down. Yes, one fang came down immediately…can I get a hell yeah? I got brackets on my 2 bottom back teeth as well. Ugh, they are tearing up my poor cheeks but I am not waxing yet so I can build up the scar tissue. Not to mention I can barely reach them for wax and they are hookies, hence the tremendous irritation. I also got to see photos from my consultation. I have been taking my own photos to compare but my earliest ones do not show my bottom front teeth in all their crooked glory as the ones at the office do. Oh my, have I made some progress. Mau’s eyes popped at the photos like he never knew how fucked up my teeth really were. Those bottom teeth straightened up right away, I just didn’t know how much until now. I am super pleased!

Snow is...falling

I am not a graceful faller. I have spent most of my life avoiding falling so I never knew. On a sled, I am a pro at bailing and not hurting myself but on a board on snow on my feet, it’s another story. I tend to fall forward. This has all brought up my one and only skiing experience when I was 11. No one taught me how to stop or fall…they just sent me down. I screamed “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die!” and wiped out face down in the snow underneath the rope tow.

We have gotten in snowskating sessions just about everyday trying to take advantage before it goes away. Every time but once, I have bit it onto my face. I need to learn to fall back but it scares me so I lean forward trying to cushion my fall with my arms. This, of course, sends me at full force onto my head, tweaks my arms and sprains my wrists. Ugh. Luckily I make it down most times without falling at all or at least doing a stylish “run off” but I am feeling the one bad fall I do each day. The worst being when I looked up and had an audience of camera weilding hippies. I tried to head out the door to the park with the dog and a snowskate under my arm (the dog was not under my arm…50 lbs +? Uh no) and Mau grabbed the board and said he highly advised against me doing it by myself.

Traveling dog 

Dude!

We all got what we wanted. 5-6 inches meant I got my snowskating sessions, Sky got his snow day (Friday) and Mau had to work. Ok, that is not what Mau wanted but gotta do what ya gotta do and he got in 2 sessions of snowskating and somehow made it to work fine since the roads were pretty bad when he had to go. It was bad timing hitting right before rush hour so Sky’s bus was super late getting home and kung-fu was cancelled.

My body is feeling the effects of some interesting falls. I bit it trying my one-footer then had another rough one where I landed on my face but somehow bounced onto my back. I stayed put only because I was laughing too hard to move (and Sky laughed even harder at me even though I could have been hurt, he didn’t know…thinking of cutting him out of my will) so Mau flew down the hill looking for red snow because he thought I had possibly pushed an orthodontic bracket through a lip the way I hit.

Considering we watch way too much Fuel channel, I have to say we were “way stoked”, it was an “awesome run” and “some dudes showed up and we chilled then had a killer session” then Mau and I hugged the “sports hug”. Dude!

It's that time of the year

We went to Mau’s work Xmas party…sorry, gala. It really was. They rented out the museum center for the zillion and one employees. We took Jonah since we could let them run wild in the children’s museum for awhile. It was great being able to go through the exhibits for free and eating tons of food. We ran into Melissa, Anna, Anna’s sister and all the kids. It turns out Anna’s mom is a co-worker of Mau’s so the kids were ecstatic to see each other at a non-holiday and got to see the fat man with the white beard too.

On that note, we got our tree. It was a speedy choice as it was butt ass cold out and we barked an order at the tree dude “Douglas Fir, 6 foot!” and he slowly found one. Once netted, Mau threw it in the trunk before anyone could blink and off we went. Yes, we paid for it.

We are to get snow! It’s not terribly exciting since we have already had flurries galore but we haven’t gotten a good snowfall yet. A good 3-6 inches is expected on Thursday they say. I say “Whoohoo, snowskating time!”. Sky says “Whoohoo, I might get a snow day!”. Mau says “Dammit, I have to work!”.

Huh? What's this button do?

Ted divulged an Edr0 tidbit. While they were at someone's house watching the big game on Sunday (Steelers-Bengals...Whodey!), a spill was spotted on a bamboo mat. It was thought to be root beer as a child was running around with an empty bottle. Since Edr0 was also drinking a root beer, he decides to shove his finger into the spill, smell it then suck on it. Hmmm. Edr0 says "It doesn't taste like root beer.". Someone else yells "Dude, didn't the dog just pee there?".

So it's confirmed. It's dog piss that Edr0 just sampled. Of course he then flips out and flushes out his mouth. Maybe it just takes someone who owns babies and/or pets (both of which were present) to know you NEVER taste something off the floor. Like EVER.

Fire. Bad.

Edr0 came by last night to play a little Tiger Woods 2006 with me. He left at 2am then the phone rings.

Me: Hello?
Edr0: I’m driving by (a park near my house) and there’s a guy on fire!
Me: WHAT???
Edr0: There’s a guy on fire head to toe!
Me: WHAT??? What’s he doing? Did you tell him to stop, drop and roll?
Edr0: I called 9-1-1 and I’m turning around…wait, where the fuck did he go?
Me: What do you see? Are you getting out of the car? Where did he go?
Edr0: I don’t know. He’s not here now. I’ll call you back.

5 minutes later the phone rings again.

Edr0: The paramedics came
Me: Do they think you’re a whacko?
Edr0: No, they looked around and couldn’t find him. They found his burned shoe and a bottle of rubbing alcohol.
Me: Well, that’s fucking weird.
Edr0: Fuck yeah, it’s weird. Do you think they will give me a ticket for calling them?
Me: No, you are a concerned citizen making a legitimate call regarding a possible dangerous situation. It was a fucking dude on fire, come on. He’s probably tripping on acid or something, playing with fire and it got out of hand so he took off.
Edr0: I’m going home now. I think I need a drink.