Teefs und Grants und Such

Cameron got his wisdom teeth pulled out Thursday morning. While Cameron was hanging out with the oral surgeon, David and I wandered over to Cameron's dentist, who just happens to be in the next building. First, we had to run to Target to buy a package of envelopes, because Cameron forgot to bring one. Next, we dropped off Cameron's missionary dental form and a stamped envelope addressed to our Bishop.

We got back about 15 minutes before Cameron's surgery and recovery were over. The oral surgeon said everything went smoothly and the surgery didn't take long. Cameron was a bit groggy and could not feel his mouth. He couldn't talk very well due to the drugs and all the gauze stuffed in his mouth. Even though we could only understand about every fifth word Cameron said, he chattered on and on. Must have been the sodium pentathal that made him so talkative.

In a tradition started with Meagan's loss of wisdom teeth, on our way home we stopped at Iceberg and bought Cameron a milkshake. He chose Hot Fudge New York Style Cheesecake. When we pulled around to the payment window, Cameron noticed a little sign that read, "New York Style Cheesecake Milkshake - now with chunks of real cheesecake." Ack!

I ran to the closest door, but it was only 11:00 am and it was locked. Then I sped to the door on the other side of the building. Luckily, it was open. I rushed to the counter, but no one was there. I spotted a girl making a shake and ran over to tell her, "We don't want chunks in the hot fudge cheesecake milkshake. It's for my son and he just got his wisdom teeth pulled."

"No, we wouldn't want that," she agreed. Fortunately, she hadn't started his shake yet, so she made it with no chunks, only cheesecake flavoring. Whatever that means.

We were going to stop at Smith's on the way home to drop off Cameron's prescriptions, but decided we'd better get Cameron home so he could pull out his gauze and eat his milkshake before it melted all over him. He appreciated that.

Speaking of melting, David kept licking at his milkshake, swerving all over the place and narrowly missing oncoming traffic. David refused to pull over and let me, the only one without a milkshake, drive. Instead, he glared at me.

Because my sunglasses were the only pair in the van, David was wearing them. With his garbled voice, Cameron slurred somthing like, "Daths looing bery diant in wooms suglees." What? After a few go-thrus, we deciphered that Cameron was saying, "Dad's looking very defiant in women's sunglasses."

So, we got Cameron home, he pulled out his gauze and settled on the couch and slurped his milkshake. A good share of it landed on his t-shirt, but he enjoyed his treat.

After that, I rushed off to Smith's to buy Cameron's prescriptions and some soup, yogurt and Malt-o-Meal for him to eat. That took about an hour, then I rushed off to work.

Work. Ugh. Someday soon I'm going to get out of that job and into a wonderful-fantastic web design job. One way or another. Yesterday was crazy busy. I worked 10 hours and had to rearrange the schedule about 50 times. And wait 15 minutes for someone to find a pencil. No lie. The whole day was like that. Just like practically every Friday. I hate Fridays. Joe and Lorry are nice and everything, but I've had it with this job.

Pherphy told me last night that I could start making alot of mistakes so I get fired. That thought had crossed my mind, but I just can't bring myself to do it.

Hopefully it ends up how I was planning before Joe got all wishy-washy about going over to work exclusively for one of the companies we contract with. This is so frustrating.

I had it all worked out. Joe had laid me and Lorry (and everyone else) off. I discovered I could get a Grant - even though I already have Bachelor's Degree! - to pay for my schooling for the next year. I could collect unemployment for most, if not all of the year, and not have to worry about working 30 hours a week and going to school full time. It was practically perfect. In a little over a year, I could be in the career I've yearned for the last 12 years and not kill myself or put myself in debt doing it.

I guess it could still happen. I'm hoping it still happens - in time for me to sign up for Summer Term, which starts May 14. Of course, I do have a Plan B and a Plan C, just in case. One way or another, this is going to happen!

Praying that Plan A works out in time. The Grant ends June 2013, so it's not like I have alot of wiggle room. Pray for me that things work out well - I know I am!

In other exciting news, Amber is getting an "A" in Algebra. Wow. Amazing. We will not mention Amber's grades her Quest classes, but she's getting an "A+" in Theater. Guess Theater is her thing?

Jarom just got accepted to USU's Engineering Week this summer. He gets to go to USU for a week and stay in the dorms and run engineering experiments with a bunch of other high school students. Should be fun!

Meagan brought a breakfast casserole over this morning while I was at the Activities Day Luncheon. That was nice of her. David said it had eggs, bread, sausage and cheese in it. I must have been good, it was all gone by the time I got home. Cameron even ate some.

Here's a good quote for the day:
"People rarely succeed unless they have fun in what they are doing." - Dale Carnegie

Train Car Racing

Here's a clip of train car racing from Rocky Mountain Raceway. Jarom and I rather enjoyed watching it. We particularly liked how the one of the lead cars is a black hearse and the caboose car for "Chuck-A-Rama" looks like a covered wagon. I want to go to the train car races this spring!