Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Say ahhhh....

I've been going to the dentist a lot lately to correct a lot of problems with my teeth from years of general neglect. I'm not going to lie, there really isn't anything pleasant about going to the dentist. It's not pleasant having to go pretty much every three weeks for the past 3 months. It's not pleasant that I am getting my teeth drilled at 7 AM so I can make it to work at a decent hour. It's not pleasant that I use up my dental insurance for the year before Easter, and still get a bill for 250 dollars. I'm almost used to it though. It's almost like going to work now. I'm never on time, I keep up with the personal lives of everyone that works there, and I am in pain the whole time. Today's "last" cavity drilling was actually worse....

I walked into the office and was greeted by not one but two dental assistants. It seems that there is a new assistant working there and she is training with the usual assistant. Yikes, I thought, this can not be good for me.

I know it's a very assisting thing to do, but why do they get to handle the LONG narrow suction tube? I know I have a sensitive gag reflex but how is keeping my tonsil dry helping with my teeth? My dentist was getting pissed because my tongue kept getting in his way. Well tell Miss Carnival Side Show I am not the sword swallowing guy!! Then she topped it by doing the thing I hate of using that death wand to pinch my lips on my teeth. (Anyone know what I am talking about? They rest the suction thing by the corner of the your mouth but pinch your lips on your teeth while you mouth is open? Anyone?)

I know people can go to beauty school to get free hair cuts from students. Is there some back alley dentist that these people can start off at before they are allowed to brutalize my mouth for 90 minutes? Does anything else think this might be a good idea?

Greatest part of all is that I am done with my cavities and bi-weekly visits to the dentist...just in time for my regular hygiene appointment next month....I hope my dentist appreciates the new boat that I am financing for him....

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Spring already?

Like a grumpy bear, I come out of my winter hibernation to update you on things going on. What was so great that it brings me out of hiding, Jack Bauer style, you ask? A little tirade about a little gift called a parking ticket.

Britt went down to Southern California for the weekend to accompany her brother for an audition to possibly attend Long Beach state and visit some relative. Like a good husband, I not only pulled kids duty all weekend, but I also took Monday off because Britt got home at like 3 in the morning Sunday night. So here I was, Monday morning, dropped off Hannah at school, watched the Doodlebops with Sara, read the paper, when I went out to retrieve the trash and recycling bin. And what awaited me when I walked outside? That little slip of paper flapping in the windshield of my car.

I didn't even know there WAS street cleaning on my street, let alone when they are. I looked up and down the street for a sign and found that the nearing sign is three houses away -- in each direction. That's right, I live exactly in the middle of two signs. I didn't even know they were there. (Incidentally, I still don't know when street cleaning day is. It was too far to walk either direction) So the ONE day I stay home was probably the only day of the month that I can't park in front of my own house....Nothing spoils a day off from work than the thought that the first hour or two of work the next day is being spent paying off the stupid parking ticket you got the day before. I'm such a loser....