Stupid Yappy Dogs

Oh, I know, they look all cute and innocent.  Until you hear their annoying high-pitched yapping.  At that decibel I don't think you can call it "barking."

My new neighbors whose living room windows face my parking spot have two of these little guys.  And EVERY morning they freak out when I'm walking to my car and try to get me through the windows.  What?  I'll throw down with you little midget dogs.  Bring the funk.  Bring the noise.  I'm not scared.   I will punt you to the Rose Bowl. 

Disclaimer: I wouldn't have a problem with them if they weren't so annoyingly loud.  I love dogs.  I don't have a problem with little dogs unless they are yappy.  Except chihuahuas, I just don't like them on principle.

Winning With a Sprained Finger

 

A couple of weeks ago I was swimming and went to grab the lip of the pool at the end of a lap and slipped off.  Yes, that's just how I roll.  In the process I tweaked my finger.  It would get better and then hurt, and then get better again.  I thought I was just re-spraining it.  

Yesterday it started looking all sad and swollen again and developed at nice lump on the left side of my knuckle.  My friend at work thought I had dislocated it and convinced me I needed to see the doctor.  Awesome in a can.

I get in to the doctor and at first she thinks it may be a dislocation because it looks like it has "torque" (never a word you want to hear in reference to your bones) and sent me down to X-ray.  She then reviews my X-rays and says it looks like I have a bad bone bruise (a lot of blood) and it may be cracked.  But the radiologist would review it too.

So I have to wear a splint for 2 weeks.  Fine, I've been splinted before.  Then they bring out this splint with prongs on it and proceed in using half a roll of tape to bind it.  By the time the nurse is done my finger looks like the back of a stegosaurus.  

Awkward.

I just got the radiologist review.  No fracture.  So it's just badly sprained and bruised (so I was right all along!).  But I still have to wear the splint for 2 weeks!!!!!!  Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

An Excess of Citrus

You ever buy or are given so much fruit you actually have a hard time eating it all before it goes bad?  What?!  Me too! 

It's one thing to get apples or peaches or...well, pretty much anything but citrus.  You can eat apples until they are coming out your ears and when they start going bad you can make pie.  You can eat peaches until you're sick and when they start to get mushy you can make cobbler.  What the frak are you supposed to do with lemons and oranges?  Yes, I know you can zest them, but really, how much zest does one person need?  You can juice them, but who wants to use oranges that have dried out for juicing? 

It's the excess of citrus principle, there will ALWAYS be more oranges then you can eat.  I don't care if you buy two at the grocery store, they will multiply when you aren't looking and all of a sudden you will be thinking the same thing as I am, "Crud...what am I supposed to do with them NOW?!"