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The Tooth Fairy cometh

She knows our house well!


Nothing too exciting

Steve got the front fence to the big garden done and we all helped to paint it.  (Yes, some of us are still picking paint out of our hair.)  This will be the front of the goat pen.  The rest is temporary (ugly) fencing, back up to the trailer.  The sheet metal you see laying on the ground will be wired to the bottom of the fence to cover the gap for now.

We’re getting some more goats (dairy/meat crosses) pretty soon so Steve’s been busting butt on getting some good fence up.  He might get it done tomorrow except for the painting but we’ll see.

Getting the panels put in.

And the two remaining hogs tilling up half of the big garden.  I smell bacon!

A couple of you have been listening to me whine about my dental drama for quite a while now.  Those of you who haven’t, you don’t even want to get me started.  Just nod and say, “Yes, dear.”

Short story for those not in the (insane) loop:  Bad dentist juju for a couple of years.  Found GREAT dentist this year in Fort Smith.  Sold off both arms and legs to pay for end result.  He fixed everything that bad dentist screwed up plus everything that was already wrong.  (Well, other than a couple of things that we’re keeping an eye on, due to my own weird body, not anyone’s fault…)  So, yeah, I find it really amusing that I had to go to Arkansas to get my teeth fixed right.  * Cue Arkie teeth jokes now *

Here’s my new teeth!

Ignore the sore spot where my lip got wrenched by a dental tool at some point yesterday, as well as the chapped lips from Mr. Dentist stretching my teeth over the back of my head.  Very nice, though, huh?!  I think they look very natural — not perfect Hollywood teeth — I didn’t want perfect Hollywood teeth.  I ended up with a total of 11 crowns and I’m not even sure how many total root canals.  Ouch.

Score!

Guess what I got from my local Freecycle today?!  Records!!  Man, oh, man, I’m in heaven!

Plus a bunch more without jackets!  Now I need to get one of those LP-to-MP3 gadgets since I see they’re not terribly expensive.  Soon…

Oh, yeah.  And look what happens when the gals go to town?  Nellie and I came back to find the moron men splitting wood in the living room.  I know we have concrete floors but c’mon, people!

Steve got the woodstove in a few weeks ago and we’ve been warm ever since.

The oversized, bought-on-after-Christmas-clearance-last-year stockings hung with care…

Zombie dog and assorted kids in front of the Christmas “corner”.  Makes ya all warm and fuzzy inside, doesn’t it?

And progress in the bathroom, starting to the right inside the door.  Painted Martha Stewart Pee color, floor-to-ceiling shelves added in one corner, towel racks up the wazoo, two lights installed, and a shelf near the ceiling that goes all the way around the room.  Okay, so it’s not all of the way around yet but it’s getting there.

Thanksgiving

2100 miles. 50-ish relatives. 7 sore and tired seat-shaped butts. 238 pics on the iPhone (forgot my camera).

Making colored cookie dough shapes at Grandma Kaye’s, my mom. (Mom, how did I end up with no pics of you??)

Rico Suave, a.k.a. my brother David.

Charlie Manson’s long-lost son, a.k.a. my brother John. (I ended up with no good pics of either Caroline or Chuck Norris (their puppy) but I think David has one on his blog.)

Grandpa Chrisman and Nellie in cahoots about something.

The great Uno event with Uncle Gerry.

A giant Chrisman glob, minus a few this year.

Free slave labor.

They had… motives.

The only Moss/Speed pic I have. Mr. Sandman paid me a visit while we were there so I missed most of it.

Grandma Harriet and Uncle Jimmy.

The Energizer Bunny, one of the nieces.

Love, love, love this pic of Zach, nephew #1. Handsome fella, isn’t he?!

Nellie finally got to see (and hold!) a real live baby, nephew #3!

Classic Grandma Marilyn, Steve’s mom.

Grandma Jones had to arm wrestle Nellie for the baby spoils.

The Jones gang — I’m sure there’s a Jones-ing joke in there somewhere but I’ll be darned if I can think of it.

Steve, assuming his usual holiday trip position.

My dad, George.

His wife, Priscilla, and one of her daughters, Valerie. (Swiped from someone else’s pics because I didn’t get a decent pic of either of them so thanks to whoever took it!)

And, my absolute favorite part of the trip!!  Yes, that’s right.  I go for the White Castle, not the relatives.

Rocko was soooooo happy when we picked him up from the kennel!

Ah, home and in our own beds at last!!

Miscellaneous crappola

I’ve been a random picture-taking fool lately.  No rhyme.  No reason.  Okay, maybe a little rhyme.  But definitely no reason.

Duke and Nellie dancing in the speech therapist’s office.

Same place, GQ look.

More random cuteness.

A “wild” watermelon that started growing where the kitchen sink water drains out.  The plant died back so we picked the melon.  Not exactly ripe but that didn’t stop Nellie.

Isaac in his permanent position in the house, in front of the David Shrine.

Need a better look at the shrine?

Trees started to turn recently.  (Much more today!  Took some more pics on the way home this afternoon but have yet to upload them.)

Rocko’s a snuggler.  Too bad he’s also a farter.

I meant to take a better pic of the outside progress but, for now, you’re stuck with this view of the partially complete wellhouse, as well as the partially completed flatbed Steve just built for his truck.

You’d be right. Evidence below. (And, yes, these are the after shots.)

(Ignore the backfat, please.)

And ya gotta have at least one goofy looking pic, right?

Halloweeeeeeen!

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