Once again, I am hating my husband's ex for convincing him to buy a shitty house in the middle of nowhere.  Things in the house have just started DYING the last few months, and it's only an eight year old house.  Things are breaking faster than I can fix them, and it's really bugging the crap out of me.

A month or so ago, about the time I was making my "little somethings" for the GARF musicians, the oven died.  Since we have a toaster oven, and we're not big bakers (except in the bread machine) in the family, it's not such a big deal, but I really want it fixed in time for, oh, Thanksgiving.  That would be good enough.

About two months ago, the pipes under the sink in the master bedroom started leaking at one of the joints.  BADLY.  As I have stated before, I am so not a fucking plumber.  We have to turn the water to the faucets on and off under the sink to do anything like, oh brushing our teeth or washing our faces.  I want this fixed, like yesterday.

Last week, on Wednesday, the freezer portion of our fridge died.  How did we find out?  Tommy> bought me brownie batter ice cream after my extraction, brought it home and put it in the freezer to firm up.  He went to get it for me, and it had done the opposite, melted.  We've already done about $500 worth of repairs on that piece of crap.  Tommy decided it was time for a new fridge.

He managed to get us a really good deal on a floor model.  Original sticker price of fridge?  $1600 something.  Price paid including delivery, set up, an extra water filter cartridge, 4 year extended warranty, tax, etc?  Less than $1000.

It has been delivered, I get to see it when I get home.  I wish it could have ice cream inside it, but it's probably not chilled enough to keep ice cream yet.  *sigh*

It's really frustrating having all this coming time off to work on the house, and not have the money to buy needed supplies.  I just need a little lumber, some bits of hardware.

Hmmm, scanning garage sales and thrift shops sounds like a good plan.

I am REALLY proud of this picture.  It turned out so well.  Click on it and view the lard version to see all sorts of little details!

I don't understand how anyone can get addicted to pain killers.  I HATE being on pain killers; it's really messing up my blood sugar and my internal thermostat and the dizziness is unbelievable.  At least the pain is finally getting better.  My vicodin says to take every 4-6 hours, as needed, for pain.  Wednesday and Thursday, I was needing another one at three hours, that last hour was agony.  Yesterday, I was needing one at 4 hours.  This morning, at pain-pill time, I was feeling all right and thought I'd go without.  I reconsidered about half an hour later, but that was better than yesterday.  I was due for another pain pill about 45 minutes ago.  I'm just now feeling like I need one, but I'm going to try to tough it out another 15 minutes.
Really, I cannot wait for this to be over.

Last pictures from the last week of faire, and then it's back to mundane crap:

HAD to take a picture with the King when I was in nobles.

Look, it's the assassin showing some compassion after one of his hits!

And these three are just up to trouble.  You can tell.  Look, they've even got a bloody map!

Everyone who told me, "Don't worry, it's just a wisdom tooth, you'll be fine, no big deal," you lied, and I hate you all. This was the single most horrible event in my life, including rape, food poisoning, near drowning, 7 broken bones, and 8 years suffering from Still's Disease.

They worked on me, without respite, for almost two hours. The novicane wore off three times; they didn't give me any gas. I lost count of how many instruments they used. Apparently, the WAY the tooth was growing in and the small size of my mouth kept her from being able to easily remove it. Eventually, she broke the tooth (whimper) and began extracting it in pieces. The third time the novicane wore off, right around when she broke the tooth, I didn't bother to say anything. When the bits came out, it showed what the further problem was: some of the roots had grown curved and sideways in a "fish hook" anchoring the tooth to my jaw bone.

I will admit it freely. I cried. After about half an hour, I was just so sore, stressed and frustrated by her constant, "It's almost out now," (liar!) that I could not stop the tears from flowing. Goddess bless the inventors of the iPod shuffle. That little purple box pumping soothing music into my ears is the only thing that kept me from losing it completely and sobbing the whole time.

I have two sutures, and because of how hard she was pulling on my cheek, I look like I was punched in the mouth, all black and blue. I have multiple muscle cramps in my core from straining against reacting to the pain and misery. Once I was finally free, it took the pharmacy 45 minutes to fill my prescriptions, by which time the faint remnants of the novicane had entirely worn off, and I began crying again from the pain, in the middle of Wal-mart.

Now I'm finally home, the drugs are FINALLY kicking in, and I am SO very glad I don't have to work tomorrow. Tommy is making me Shells and Cheese for dinner, and there is Brownie Batter ice cream in the freezer. 'Cause I REALLY need soothing. I cannot exaggerate how terribly miserable today has been. I would seriously consider killing myself before undergoing THAT again.

Apparently, the shiny has worn off my new camera.  I only got 18 worthwhile photos closing weekend.  Pretty soon I'll be back to posting boring, mundane stuff.  But, in the meanwhile, here's some closing weekend GARf pictures.

This is the second day in a row I've gone to work on considerably fewer hours of sleep than I'll spend at work.  This makes me unhappy.

Also, I had to spend $20 this morning that I wasn't planning to.  I left in time to catch the bus.  However, there was a HUGE accident just a mile up I-75 from my house, and traffic was at a standstill.  The last bus had left McDonough, twenty miles away, before I even got past the wreck.  It was a nasty one.  Looked like an SUV (why does that get "an" in front of it?) had swerved under the rear wheels of a tractor trailer, and the whole front half of it had been run over.  Squished flat.  UGH!

So, having missed my bus, I had to fill up my tank, and then promptly half empty it again, by driving all the way into town.  I was REALLY looking forward to that nap on the bus...

I'm starting to get really anxious about getting this tooth pulled tomorrow.  I've never had a major dental procedure before.  I've never been under anesthesia, general or local.  And I don't do well with unpleasant medical procedures (it is a huge effort of will to restrain myself from kicking my gyno every year).

But, there's nothing to do.  The damn thing has to come out before it gets infected again.  Just...well, nervous.  Silver lining: at least I get two days off work out of the deal.