Mercy's Not the Only One with TMJ

I don't know if dogs can get TMJ, but if they can, Mercy has it. Her jaws pop so loudly when she yawns...and then I have to massage her widdle face for her. And then she looks at me all crazy.

But anyway, I asked my dentist if I might have TMJ that might be contributing to my headaches and he did a few tests on me and thinks I do. So I have to go back next month for a consultation on what to do about it. I'll tell you what I won't be doing: Getting my jaws wired shut. Can you imagine how difficult it would be to eat Girl Scout cookies with your jaw wired shut? I just don't want to find out about that. Even though it would clearly be a good weight loss plan for me.

I've apparently been thrown into the deep end with my work responsibilities, because all hell has broken loose this week. It's not any of the stuff I've assigned, but it is screwing up my process and making things difficult. Tonight is going to be a long night of delegating stuff and interrupting peoples'free time. I've even combined those two things once already tonight by delegating someone to call someone else and interrupt his free time. That, my friends is multitasking at its finest.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a few Girl Scout cookies to eat.

The Hard Part is Over

Whew! Who knew that a "short week" could feel so long? It's been a very energy draining week or two at work, but I've finished the hardest part. I'm transitioning into my new job role and in order to do that, I had to write out specs for every little piddly thing we do in great detail so the person who picks up the work won't even have to think about it...they can just follow my specs. It has been a major undertaking...especially since I'm writing specs for a process that I don't even work on. It's kind of nerve wracking because whatever I come up with becomes the framework for how every other process in our realm will be built. Anyway, I finished all of my rough drafts this week and even had time to polish some of them. So glad that part is over. We go into production with them next week.

In other happy news, I learned that I'll be getting a laptop at work. Yay! That will be fabulous. Now if I could just talk them into getting me a hard office, I would be in business. A girl can dream, anyway.

Alternate Universe

Here's something randomly strange that I've experienced lately.

My youth minister (from back in the olden days) got bored one day and started posting old pictures on FB. We had a huge youth group. A lot of the popular kids went to my church, so when I was growing up, it was kind of the place to be. I was practically born into that church, so I was going there before going there was cool.

I was looking through the pictures...reminiscing about old hairstyles and clothing trends, and there are tons of comments about how the pictures were bringing back such good memories for the commenters and what a fantastic experience being in the youth group was to people. And I found that I just can't relate to that at all. I tried to dredge up at least a modicum of nostalgia, and I just couldn't. In fact, thinking about it kind of made me want to hyperventilate.

It was just strange to see so many people that I know and that I grew up with express what a good experience it was for them when it was overwhelmingly a bad experience for me. I wonder what made our experiences so different.

Don't Even Think About Leaving Me Out Here

That big glob of snow on her nose is ONE snowflake. It's snowing like crazy here and it's beautiful.