So, we decided we were going to have a small thanksgiving meal of our own. We went to the Co-Op and got ourselves a tofurkey. Not too long ago, i saw a recipe for ginger glazed carrots i wanted to try. I made mashed potatoes. I made vegetarian gravy. We got some cranberries for (e:Uncutsaniflush) (i hate cranberry anything). Then, about an hour or so before i was going to start cooking, i got a phone call. Would we mind having a guest?

He spend the first close to an hour complaining and crying...

Eventually, he settled down and was an angel.

Here he is, sitting by our front door, looking forlorn:



Here he is hoping his humans will come back:



Here he is looking out the front window, wishing, once again, for his humans:



Here he is looking like he is almost resting:



His name is Max and he is part Alaskan part German Sheppard. He is a good dog. Rather timid, since he was a rescue. Hence why is sooo attatched to his usual humans. They were going to the Southern Tier for thanksgiving dinner and scared they MIGHT get caught in the snow, unable to come home. So, we took Max in for a bit. After the howling stopped, he was good. He loved going for a walk after dinner. I reckon it didn't do my ass any harm either.

Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving day!

I have been threatening it for the longest time. At first, i thought it was just some sort of freaky fad. Now, years later, it is still popular. Just like moving to Buffalo, it started as a joke. Ah, but did i really go through with it?!? Yes. I did. I ate poutine.

Here is the evidence.

Have i mentioned recently how much i hate going to the dentist? I am sure somewhere along the line i must have. Ahem. Well. Ok, then.

Today's dental appointment was no fun. Oh, don't get me wrong. I think i go to a great dentist, and i still appreciate the recommendation very much, (e:Mike). But it still isn't fun. I brought a walkman. With a book on tape of Stephen Fry's autobiography, Moab is My Washpot, with the author reading. It's soothing. Stephen Fry has a beautifully soothing silken British accented voice. I could listen to him for days.

When the dentist said to his assistant that he thought he should use a "lighter" local becuase i only needed to have a small filling done, i should have said more than, "well, ok, i trust you". I do trust him. But what i know about me is that i don't respond well to locals. They often, quite simply, do not work. It's not the first time i have run into this problem, and not just when i needed dental work. If you need stitches, always make sure they use the good local... hurts like shit otherwise. I have a high tolerance to a lot of meds... i think my history of drug abuse has much to do with that.

OK, today, yeah, that's where i was.

So, at first, i think that the reason i can feel what the dentist is doing is because i have really senstive teeth... particularly to cold. That water thingie they use really should have tepid water, if ya ask me. I think THAT is the real water torture. So, they squeezed on a dental dam. And to anyone that has seen my motley mouth, i have some amount of teeth crammed into a fairly small space. Damn, i am STILL pissed at my 'rents for not getting me braces when i was a kid. So, once that is attached, they start drilling again. OUCH! I don't know how come i feel it, doc, i just know i do... On to more needles. Which i am so not afraid of. No self respecting heroin addict is (not that the term self respecting and heroin addict go well in a sentence together anyway). Ouch again. Needle again. I was numb for hours. I would rather be than feel the pain.

And damn it, if it doesn't hurt more now than it ever did when it was just a stupid cavity. It feels like a cavity now... and didn't when it was. *Sigh*

Since then, all i really want to do is cry. PMS doesn't help matters, of course. Even buying and listening to the wonderful new double cd release of Kate Bush, Aerial, helped the crying. May have made me more meloncholy...

When i was talking to my dad yesterday, he told me about a new cross breed of dog that might be interesting to me.

I have always loved pugs... i think they are the cutest dogs ever

Well, it seems as though someone crossed a pug and a beagle... and got a puggle. They are cute....

Today, before the wicked weather the weather critters are promising happened, (e:Uncutsaniflush) and i thought we would go for a walk at Tifft. We thought the colours would be nice, and we have a track record of going there just as the weather is turning bad. When we got there, we were disappointed to find that it was closed!! *insert pouty face here* Last time we were there, there was a sign that said the info center would be closed and at what times, but the actual preserve was open. Today, the sign simply said that it was closed uless open for events. Shame.

We went for a walk by the water instead. Interesting to see seagulls ride the high winds. We didn't tred on too much good poop, either. And it was just starting to rain when we left.

We thought we would go to the Towne for brunch... since we clearly remember doing that the day after we moved to Buffalo a year ago. It was crowded, as we expected, but we got their last parking space. When we got in, the hostess told us there would be a 5 - 10 minute wait for a table. OK, shouldn't be too bad, there were people leaving, so we thought that time would be shortened slightly. After a few minutes, another hostess asked us how many people were in our party. The first hostess then barked at her, "No, we need to wait 5 - 10 minutes to seat anyone" We all looked at her puzzled and she told us her manager told her to not seat anyone because the kitchen and wait staff were not able to keep up. I asked her if we could sit down and have coffee while we waited and she said no. She repeated that it was her manager telling her not to seat anyone. OK, this is when i got bitchy. I told her that i would like her manager to see my middle finger. To which the hostess sarcasticly said "so would i, Sweetie". I gave her a look and said "Sweetie??" Then turned to Walt and said "i think i would like to leave". We did. And i think the hostess didn't handle my bitchiness very well and i think that the manager is a moron turning people away. Least they could have gotten a couple of bucks out of us for coffee. I guess the Towne has enough customers and doesn't need us?

Now, i am going to chill out for a bit and get going doing things around the house. We have some furniture coming tomorrow, after all. Speaking of, i emailed you, (e:Matthew), as (e:Paul) asked me to!!

Have a good Sunday everyone!