I do realize, dear friends, that my blog has become almost entirely a rant about school that doesn't really end. I'm sorry that I don't have much more to offer. These classes are all consuming, and I am throwing myself at them with such glee that I kind of don't really want to do much else.
However, I'm looking forward to spring break. John and I are too broke to go anywhere, and I have to work most days, so actually leaving town for any length of time is kind of out of the question. However, (weather permitting) I am going to work in my garden, get the front walk area in shape (and maybe even get some stuff planted in there to make it prettier) and get my raised bed areas built and my compost pile built. My seedlings are still just germinating away, and I know I won't be seeing any growth from them for a couple weeks yet, so I'm just chillin' and making sure they're damp enough and are getting enough sunlight.
Trish gave me this cool jar setup thing for Christmas that enables us to have fresh sprouts once a week to put on sandwiches or whatever. Well, I finally just did my first batch this week, and I'll be damned if it doesn't work like a charm! I'm amazed at how fast the sprouts, well, sprout, and how easy it is. (Literally, it involves rinsing them twice a day for about 3 or 4 days, then putting them in the sun to make them green and eating them. That's it. It's awesome. I want another couple jars so that we can have some going in rotation all the time!) I am already trying to figure out what kind of tasty tasty treat I'm going to make for us that will be covered in sprouts. I think I'm going to make a hummus wrap like the one I ate at school yesterday. It was chock-o-block full of veggies and all wrapped up in a spinach wrap. It was DEE-LISH-US.
Noel had surgery today on her tooth. She broke it about a year ago, and our vet told us at that time that although it wouldn't be immediately necessary to remove the tooth, we would most likely have to do it when it started to give Noel issues. Well, on Monday, we took all 3 dogs in for their yearly checkup and vaccination routine (to the tune of $215... ouch...) the vet took one look inside Noel's mouth and showed us the awful state of her tooth. Well, I felt like an asshole because it's not like we haven't noticed that she's eating more slowly and moving a bit more slowly. We just thought she was getting old, and looking in her mouth is such a pain because she's such a baby about it that we stopped trying and eventually forgot. Well, the vet was worried that it would go septic, and after looking at it, I was, too. They scheduled her for surgery two days later, which was today. We were a bit worried, because Noel, being an old girl, might have had some adverse reactions to the anesthesia, or some complications with the tooth being already fractured before they pulled it. However, her blood work was fine, she pulled through like a champ, and she's home now, resting up. Our vet did say that she thinks Noel is anxious enough that she's given herself ulcers, though. We need to put her on Pepcid AC to see if that helps stop the periodic super swallowing and throwing up thing she does, and after that's been going for a couple of months, if she's still really acting neurotic, our vet suggested putting her on Prozac. I laughed, because that would mean our house is so crazy even our pets have to be on antidepressants, but whatever. I told her we'd talk about it.
John finished the garage today, which really surprised me and delighted me. He's been keeping the house clean, and has been working on the garage off and on for about 2 weeks. (For those of you who never saw our garage of doom, it was an evil and unorganized place, full of spiders and other unsavory things, and John's disorganized belongings from his storage unit and his mom's house were all just thrown into it, willy nilly.) Today, he went and bought the last can of spider killer, made sure to get all the windows and corners that he hadn't already sprayed, swept up the last of the random badness, and took it all to the dump. About $30 later, we have no extra falling apart couch, no bags of garbage, no huge expanses of random shit from high school or the military that John has no idea what to do with. We do have:
3 bikes. Yes, 3. I'm going to sell one.
My scooter.
All of our camping gear, including 2 (don't know why) tents, a brand new never used camp stove, a couple of sleeping bags, and two coolers. (Guess what we're doing this summer?)
A whole bunch of stuff for John's celica that was bought when he was into his "sports car" that is actually worth a good amount of money. He's going to try to sell it. (Hey, almost any money is better than having it sit in the garage for now.)
A ZOMBIE / APOCOLYPSE / SOMEHOW THINGS REALLY HAVE GOTTEN THIS BAD OH GOD RUN FOR YOUR LIFE preparedness kit. This last thing includes helmets, flak jackets, several canteens, an Army Field Medic kit including bags of saline and antibiotics, flashlights, rain gear, cold weather gear, and an expandable sleeping bag rated to -15 degrees F.
Speaking of preparing for the undead, the other thing I really want to show you before I go watch this documentary about Lyme disease is this:
I work at a very bizarre place. I have known this for a very long time, but sometimes, like today, I'm reminded. John and I went to go get a coffee on our way to get Noel from the vet's office, and this was on the table outside:
and just in case you can't read the sign, here is a closeup:
Yeah.
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