I know, it has been a very long time. Four months and six days actually. I had a busy summer. And, I have been thinking about blogging, really. It has gotten done just as much as the other things I have been thinking about, like working out and dieting. Which, by the way I just got back from the gym and I resisted the super cinnamon bagel I have been craving for about six days now. So go me! Three things checked off my mental to do list. Check, check, and chhheck. So, since last time I have updated not too much has changed, hence the not needing to blog I suppose. Over the summer Jeremy and I enjoyed a nice vacation to OCMD with his family. We also visited Darin and Tammy in Virginia and had a few mini trips here and there. Overall, a rather enjoyable uneventful summer. Oh, and we fenced in our yard which the pooch is very happy about. And he expresses his happiness by running around barking like a wild man and pooping inappropriate places like in front of the grill (just ask Jerm) and on the deck (really?! we just spent a lot of dough fencing in the yard and you poop on the deck?). So anyway he loves it and we are glad we did it.
More recently I have been busying myself with such things things as making applesauce, making applesauce and loving on my pup while I heal from what felt like someone sawing into my face to pull out four little wisdom teeth. Jamie, my sister in law and I went apple picking two weeks back and went nuts-o. We each picked 40 pounds of apples. I believe that equals about a bushel, but in Lancaster you apparently pay by the pound, which my aunt has informed me that I overpaid, to the extreme. Whatever. It was about the experience. Now, I went apple picking because I wanted to make applesauce. Jamie went because she wanted to make assorted apple dishes and desserts, and partially because her stupid friend on facebook kept posting about apple picking at the "orchid" and I guess it got her in the autumn spirit. For any sane couple of ladies they may have picked 10-20 pounds each and called it a day. Jamie and I, we went to friggin' town. We could not stop picking apples. Every variety we got to was new, and exciting and tasted like liquid gold. Empire, Jonathan, Gala, Fuji, Red Delicious, Ida Red, Golden Delicious, we were trying them all, and picking them all. We had a good time. And, we laughed on the way back to my car joking how wear we were and that the boxes we were carrying felt like 50 pounds each. Then we got to the scale. I heaved my box on to the scale and almost pooped my pants when the lady said 41 pounds. It was a dollar a pound. But, you see since we bought over 50 (40lbs each) we paid .90 a pound. Those Amish sure know how to rip a girl off. So we left the orchard $40 poorer and with a lot of apples, but we had a really good time. I have since made 40 pounds of apples worth of homemade applesauce. My freezer has applesauce coming out its ears. I also made a very enjoyable apple crisp. But, I think I am all appled out until next year.
Friday I got my wisdom teeth out. Everyone was telling me how bad it was. And it was bad. Awful. I was fine on Friday. I just drooled some blood mixed with saliva on my nice couch pillows which I now regret. But I was pretty much numb all day, and I was feeling good. Saturday I was in some pain but I was feeling alright. I was taking ibuprofen to control the pain and it seemed to be doing the trick. By Saturday night I was ready to get out of the house. I had been sleeping for the majority of two days and I was going crazy. On Sunday I went out to Jeremy's softball game and had some scalloped potatoes for dinner. I was really thinking that all these other people are babies. I overdid it. I woke up in the middle of the night Sunday throbbing. Thinking quick, because I always do, I popped a vicodin and went back to sleep. I was so sick the next morning it took all I had to walk down stairs and lay on the couch. Finally, around 4 I started to feel better, just still having a lot of pain. So, before bed again I take another vicodin, because that really did take away any jaw pain that I was having. Woke up Tuesday feeling fab. Ate some cereal, and get ready to go to market. I don't even get a mile down the road and I have to turn around and come home I feel so sick to my stomach. Now, let me tell you, probably the most painful thing to do after having your wisdom teeth ripped out is to vomit. I was so sick on Tuesday. My jaw hurt, I was hungry and I was miserable. God Bless my little pooch, he did not leave my side all day either two days. Normally he is not much of a snuggler, but I think he was worried, or so I am going to tell myself. My husband was also a very good caregiver and quite receptive to the barking of orders. After that, I didn't take any more vicodin. I've either dealt with the pain or taken enough ibuprofen to give a small horse a stomach ulcer. Anyway, I am feeling much better now, it just looks like my husband had punched me in the jaw on both sides and I have nasty stitches hanging down in the back of my mouth.
Last night I played "The Book of Love" by the Magnetic Fields, the song I walked down the aisle to in our wedding, while Jeremy and I were sitting on the couch. We danced. Right in our living room at 11pm. It hasn't been a difficult 10 months. We haven't struggled. I know we will, and I know there will be bumps in the road. But, I love that man and we are so happy. At some point in your life you reach a point where the job doesn't matter, the house doesn't matter, and the money doesn't matter. Because, I could spend 12 miserable hours at work, but I come home and I am so unbelievably happy and know that the twelve hours I just suffered through was to make our lives simpler. The hardwood floors we don't have but I so desperately want, I can live without because at the end of the day when I am watching tv with my husband and my dog is passed out on out hunter green carpet I despise, I am happy. After all isn't happiness the ultimate achievement?
Until next time.
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