Half-full

What, I’m alive?  I have the whole heart-beating, air-breathing, walking and talking thing going on, so I guess I must conclude that I am.  Huzzah!  Ah, for the old days when I posted in LJ at the drop of a hat.  Because all of that hat-dropping was incredibly rivetting of course.  You have so many variables: the style of hat, the technique of the drop, the height, the person doing the dropping...

Fun times.

And speaking of fun times...

Actually, I have no idea where I’m going with that.  My life of late can really be summed up in a series of good and bad scenarios.  For instance:

Bad: I had to get some fillings yesterday.  My first ever.  This was going to cost money and be an incrediby boring experience (people fear the dentist for many reasons - mine is the fear of the boredom that comes from just lying there, watching the ceiling while weird stuff goes on in my mouth).

Good: I have a good dentist.  Even though he has wonky teeth - I’m not entirely sure that’s a great advertisement for his profession (although they are very shiny and white (but not too white - I can’t stand too-white teeth (quick, let’s end these brackets before it becomes impossible to find our way out of them...))).  Never having experienced a filling before, I was a tiny bit apprehensive of the whole sticking-a-needle-in-my-gums thing, but it went a lot better than expected.

Dentist: OK, I’m just putting this paste on so the needle won’t hurt as much.
Me: WTF, ‘as much’?
Needle: *goes in*
Me: *barely notices; wonders if he’s going to start making with the needle soon*
One side of my mouth: *starts to feel weird and puffy*
Realisation: *sinks in*

So now I have fillings, although I still need more.  Huzzah!  Ah well - better to have fillings than cavities, I suppose.

Next scenario:

Bad: Am insanely busy at work.  Insanely.  I currently work in a 0.7 position, but I’m being lumped with a full-time workload.

Good:  I feel productive.  Better than that, I feel more confident in myself and my abilities to do things.

Thus endeth the short and incredibly boring section of this post...

Final scenario:

Bad: Our idiot landlords decided to sell the house and to kick us out by the ninth of April.  Well, first they wanted to raise the rent by twenty-five dollars a week, to which we said “Hell, no” and started vaguely looking for somewhere new to live.  Then we got the sixty day notice to vacate, which just added a extra thick layer of stress to the whole situation.  And if that weren’t bad enough, people kept telling us how difficult it would be to find somewhere in such a short space of time and certain other elements told us we’d have even more trouble due to our inability to keep the garden looking perfect.  Hello, panic.

Good:  We ended up applying for two places: one we really liked and one that was practical.  And we were offered both of them.  So take that, depressing nay-sayers!  And just because I feel like dragging this out, ( please have this free guided tour of our new place. )