To close up the broken tooth saga – I was able to see my dentist in the afternoon after I had taught my class. A root canal and a temporary crown later (and my pocketbook being a few pennies lighter) this is what I have:
You see? All’s well that ends well. Now I have to prepare myself for the dental hell called – root planing and scaling – I have purposefully not asked a lot of questions about that procedure. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.
Speaking of another kind of hell – we had more snow this weekend.
There is a front porch under all this snow:
Even when you shovel, it’s not much better: Continue reading
If you’ve read this blog (and follow me on Facebook) you know that I have a deep-seated fear of dentists. Because my only chewing molar that was left shattered (long story), I had no choice but to make an appointment in early January to get the ball rolling on fixing up my hot mess of a mouth. My teeth are bad, many are shattered and cracked, let’s just say that I’m looking at years of work and tens of thousands of dollars of expenses.
Last night, minutes before I had to leave to teach a class, this happened:
(and yes, that is an exposed nerve right there)
I had to teach a night class and then the next morning, I had to teach a college class I was taking over from another Professor, there was absolutely no way I could cancel either of those events and so I decided to embrace my (lack of) tooth. I showed up at the classes, let everyone know that I was aware that I had broken my tooth and with that out of the way, I proceeded with my lectures.
Always the teacher, I knew that I could use my shattered tooth as a lesson for others, and so I began the “How to disguise a broken tooth” series on my Facebook page.
How to Disguise a Broken Tooth
Tip #1 – find a large flower. Continue reading
Thought I’d share with you a ridiculously large snow pile from New Hampshire. Banana for scale.
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I’ve got bad knees (they’re not really bad, more like just a bit naughty) which means that when we have a significant amount of snow and ice in the yard, my husband is the one who goes out to the hen house to tend to the flock each morning. (We’ve found it’s a less expensive solution than going to the Emergency room for a knee sprain.)
I end up gazing longingly at my pretties from the safety of our living room while they look with cocked eye at my silhouette in the window – all of us waiting patiently for the warmth of spring to reunite.
Even our dog, Pippin is having a tough time. This is what is left of his dog run: Continue reading
Note: if you are looking for The Food Babe Way book review, you can find it here.
This is our front porch and there’s more snow (possible blizzard conditions) in the forecast for this Thursday/Friday and Sunday.
Yesterday was *another* snow day for the kids. I decided to pull out that herb infuser I had received as a gift and made a double batch of this awesome Creamy Chicken Noodle Soup.
When I posted this photo on my Facebook page, several people accused me of putting a Croc shoe in my soup. Ha, ha, very funny, but nope, it was a nifty little device that kept those razor sharp bay leaves and rosemary twigs out of my mouth. It worked well and cleaned up quickly (and definitely added to the conversation at the dinner table.) Continue reading
Let’s address the elephants in the room right now. Vani Hari, author of the blog Food Babe and the book The Food Babe Way is not a scientist. She’s also not a science writer, as is evident in several places in the book where she lapses into bloggerese like – “I can totally relate…”
And she does make some sweeping political statements like – “Later, when I read Vilsack’s speech, I was reminded that he is a bureaucrat and not a man willing to go against his financial ties to protect the rights and health of American People.”
But to be fair, Hari never claims to be a scientist, or a medical writer, or an unbiased political reporter, in fact, she very clearly states up front- “I’m just a regular person who got tired of being a victim to big food companies and got the courage to speak the truth.” She uses her own personal experience of literally getting sick from processed food as the inciting incident for change.
So while she does not have “official credentials”, (or at least the credentials her attackers are saying she needs) it doesn’t mean that her message is wrong. We know chemicals in food are bad. We all do. It’s common knowledge, and yet we *still* stop by McDonald’s or Subway (if we’re in the mood for something healthy) for meals. We still buy our kids snacks and candy that contain an alphabet of chemicals, sodas that include preservatives, and meats that are filled with antibiotics and hormones. Continue reading
Friday’s Quotes for the Chicks
Winter is still coming.
Beautiful New England winter sky, right? Don’t be fooled. A large storm is brewing and over the next three days predictions call for *another* 25 inches of snow. Continue reading
photo credit: Marc Nozell
Oh hey, guess what? It’s snowing.
Enough for a 2 hour school delay, but not enough to cancel school (as it is, it’s starting to look like the kids will be in school until mid-summer.)
If you look at our local forecast, the weather man is predicting *more* snow on Saturday, Sunday, and Monday of next week.
*sigh* Continue reading
Yesterday a reader called this most recent snow storm a good reason to stay at home in your pajamas.
A little on that.
I actually have a pair of pajamas I pull out when I’m very sick or incapacitated. These are not the jammies I sleep in, instead these are the traditional two piece, button down top, plaid (they have to be plaid), very New England (or cold weather, same thing) jammies that were simply made to wear with a bathrobe on miserable days.
A timeless classic
The problem with these jammies is that I have become quite the Pavlovian dog while wearing them. If I put them on, my brain gets the signal “I’m sick.” And so without even trying, I act sick. I start slowing down. I don’t move from my chair. A grey pall falls over my world.
See? Ring the bell and I salivate – works every time.
When I knew we’d be buried (not exaggerating here) in that recent snowstorm that dumped 20 inches of snow in our area, I put those jammies on. We never lost electricity or the internet and I *could* have done work, instead I spent the day under a blanket, drinking coffee, and reading. While there’s nothing wrong with doing that once in a while, it’s not how anyone (me) is going to get their work done. Continue reading
It is currently snowing and the forecast is for the snow to continue until tomorrow morning.
The kids are home for yet *another* snow day cancellation.
The college where I teach has cancelled classes again. Continue reading