Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
I came downstairs this morning to find these two drinking a bottle of Pinot Noir and discussing global warming along with their fantasy football leagues.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
- April and Danny's Trip to Seattle
- My Meltdown
- Fraggle Rock
- Nancy's questionable decision to marry Esteban (I'm displeased with this), and how Alanis Morrissette is actually kind of likable on Weeds.
- An in depth and thorough Google investigation as to whether or not Ilsa Fischer and Amy Adams are the same person. After a good 35 minutes we concluded that they may in fact be different, but if the magic 8 ball was to make the final determination then it "Cannot predict now."
- Fish so big a cast iron skillet weighing over 4 tons would need to be delicately placed over a volcano to fry them.
- Neither of us have the means to determine the difference between 1 ton and 4 tons...or 10 tons.
- Those who abuse Facebook Status updating.
- Advantages vs. disadvantages to staying in with friends as opposed to boozing at bars.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Every morning I went for heart pumping bike rides. Mostly because I'm just getting up the nerve to get off the sidewalk and onto the shoulder like a real cyclist and it's terrifying. You just hope nobody hits you. So far so good though! During said rides, I saw the same father/daughter duo with their blond labs, a 30 something fellow in airwalks with a long frizzy pony tail, and a father with two sons team kayaking every morning. Fresh cut grass never smelled better.
Another scene of the play is nearly complete. My blog was well-tended. I had healthy substantial lunches and light dinners every night. (Sans the two evenings Nat and I followed up dinner with "Julie and Julia", and "Harry Potter" with a side of popcorn, cherry coke AND reeses pieces. Oops. Though we did have time for extra non-gym related exercise! Blush!) My herb garden was visited and cared for everyday. My book shelves are organized. The floors are scrubbed and the laundry is up to date. My head was filled with thoughts of story lines, photography inspiration, recipes, and decorating ideas instead of the normal internal struggles of forcing myself to the stuffy gym followed by talking myself out of dusting or the like when I got home.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Mel and I knocked on Kristen and Jud's door at about 7pm last night. Bottle of wine in hand and ready for a night of research. Costume research that is. Two weekends ago and over a year after Kristen, Jud and I lived together, it dawned on us that we were totally Three's Company. Even more odd:
Friday, August 14, 2009
(This was written after an unfortunate trip to the Dentist two years ago. For the record, I was told at yesterday's visit with a different Dentist I was the ideal patient with my still sitting and clean teeth.)
I swear I'm not one of the dentist-phobic freaks. I will admit that I have an extreme aversion to the idea of having my wisdom teeth removed. Ill even go as far to admit that I actually scheduled to have them taken out at one point in my life and upon arrival flipped out, proceeded forward, and eventually the oral surgeon decided we couldn't go on because I was (ahem) ..well hysterical. As a child I had no qualms with my cleanings. Around 22, it was discovered that I had two cavities. I successfully received my fillings problem free. I have been very busy for the last five years. (what?!?!) I have failed to go to the dentist in this period of time. I am ashamed to admit that after going to the dentist finally, it was determined that I had two cavities to be attended to. I happily obliged to having them filled as the dentist visit was provoked by A, one of those horrible dreams we all have where our teeth begin falling out of our mouths at an alarming rate. (ie all at once) and B, I've decided to get invisiline.
I arrived at the dentist yesterday fairly confident. I had my pod and tunes ready. It was calming when I realized he was going to pre-numb before he gave me Novocain shots.
"You took your pre-meds right?" he questioned
"Yes." I lied. (I have a heart condition which requires me to take antibiotics before any dental procedure, surgery, piercings, tattoos ect., as to avoid unfortunate heart infections which could result in death. I just hadn't had the time to pick that up. Like I said, I've been REALLY busy these past five years)
After the first shot, I noticed I seemed to be shaking. When he aimed for the second, I noticed how far the needle seemed to be inserted into my face. Then I noticed my back muscles were very tense and I tried to relax.
"Are you certain Im completely numb?" I asked, as he got ready to start drilling.
"Sure are," he said! "Can you feel this?"
"No." I skeptically answered, suddenly realizing I had an overwhelming urge to cry. I considered admitting my failure to abide by medical instructions and run like the wind out of there, but continued on.
Drillings on the first side were non-eventful. The second side was going just fine until suddenly I could FEEL THE DRILL IN MY TOOTH! Natural reaction made me jerk away. "AWWW!!!!!!" I said. (yes, as opposed to "Oww", shut up)
"OK, you CANT move like that!" he snapped.
"ID HURD!!!!!" I snapped back in my mostly numb state. Tears immediately began to stream down my face. I swear, I walked into this feeling just fine. Novocain simply makes me crack under the pressure. The super friendly dental assistant rubbed my arm and said nice things.
"You must not be all the way numb yet." he stated as though he had figured this out.
"Oh really?" I thought angrily towards him. "REEEEEEEEALLY?????? I'm not numb???????" My favorite part was that even the next TWO shots he injected were painful. My jaw is still sore today.
At this point I had not set up my pod and had no intentions of it. I was especially glad of this as he soon said, "Hmm," I pretended I didn't hear it. "Hmmm," he repeated. "That's odd." As it turned out, I had a third cavity in an unusual spot. Great. Another spot of delicious tooth burning to attend to.
We finished up and I drove home feeling like my lip was 10 sizes too large, even though they assured me I looked normal which only made me suspicious. All also noticed that my face was numb as far north as my eye. I didn't really appreciate that either. Once at home I attempted to make faces in the mirror and my inability to form words properly prompted me to begin an irrational stream of tears that would fail to cease for the next 45 minutes. I text Kristen, unaware that she was having a stressful day herself to see how soon she would be home, stating Id had a traumatic dental experience. She text back "be home soon!" I tried to busy myself by folding clothes and cleaning but the tears wouldn't stop. I knew I was being ridic, but I couldn't pull it together.
I had been tear free for about 10 minutes when I heard the door open. I got up prepared to tell Kristen of my ordeal, and to my dismay I was faced with Jud. He paused and looked at me for a minute before asking in an alarmed fashion, "Whats wrong???" (Apparently my bottom lip immediately began to quiver but of course, I couldn't feel this)
"You're not Kristen," I replied clearly stating the obvious and began to bawl. He couldn't have been more uncomfortable trying to console me, which is really quite funny looking back on it.
When Id finally pulled myself together Kristen arrived home with Belle who was ecstatic to be visiting again, and I sobbingly retold my story from under my tear soaked blanket on our couch. She quickly offered to take me to the pharmacy to fill my prescription to avoid a heart infected death. While at the pharmacy, we decided it was a good idea to fill the time waiting by picking up some "Bella Italia" for a stress free din to end the stress filled day.
And I assure you, those tears were Novocain tears.
While I didn't enjoy the brutal advances in digital x-ray technology bestowed upon me involving large contraptions jammed under my tongue and into my cheeks resulting in violent gag reflexes (insert inappropriate joke here) the staff was friendly and forgiving and I was thankful for less radiation. Around this time I noticed that Eli was correct. They were playing Jack Johnson! Nice.
So then it was onto the cleaning part. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but the hygienist said if everyone paid as much attention to their oral hygiene as I did, her job would be much easier. If you want to know the truth, since that last episode, (which again, I will be posting) I floss 2-3 times a day. It paid off in that I had very little plaque. When the actual dentist came in, I expressed my concern over having a cavity in one of my well-cared for teeth. She explained it was probably based on either the shape of my tooth, or the invisiline factor. (I'll be done in two weeks!)
Not one to be a nervous jervous over routine visits, my voice started to shake when she expressed concern over my perfectly intact wisdom teeth. I told her in an uneasy tone that I was pretty sure those teeth were settled and wouldn't be causing anyone any trouble. She gently suggested it might be in my best interest to consider getting them out since I'd spent so much money straightening them with invisiline. I burst into tears. Ok, I didn't really, but I'm sure the look on my face was absolutely panic stricken. Some people are afraid of spiders, I have a completely irrational fear of wisdom teeth removal. But do you know that you have to sign a form stating it's OK if they paralyze your face??? That's not a risk I'm will to take!
I casually changed the subject stating that, "Boy, my friend Eli was right! This is a lovely office. I've got to be headed back to work now however!" She completely forgot about my pesky wisdom teeth and said Eli was a ROCKSTAR! I was like, "I know!" I popped out of my chair ready to make my great escape only to immediately lose my balance and fall light headed into a counter. "Are you OK," she exclaimed?!? "Oh yes! Never better! Lovely to meet you however!"
With that, I was awarded not only $100.00 off my visit, but Eli scores $100.00 of his next too! ROCKSTAR!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I broke down. I did what I hate to do. Ring Ring! "Hi Nat. It's me. What's up?" He laughed a little too hard I feel when I informed him the power was out and I was (ahem) scared. Our friend Matt then picked up the phone to give me some helpful pointers.
"Don't answer the door. Especially if it's a guy in a hockey mask!"
"What?!?!" I wailed. "You're feeding into my worst fear!"
He laughed and proceeded on to some more friendly advice about what to do if I heard a chainsaw. Nat finished up and said he should be home in about 2 hours. Two long hours. I tried to put a movie in my laptop, but it wouldn't let me skip past the horror flick preview, which I found to be suspicious. About an hour or so had passed, the storm was calming down and I heard people outside presumably fixing the power situation. I found a Simpsons DVD to try and luckily fell asleep rather quickly. Several more hours passed before I woke up to the sounds of the air conditioning turning back on. I had bravely weathered the storm all by myself! This time...
Sunday, August 9, 2009
For various reasons, Kristen and I had a bad Monday. We decided to go for just a few drinks and an app for din at Treaty of Paris. I warned Kristen that I was wearing a pony tail and when I wear my hair in a pony tail, which is not often at all, things always get out of hand. (IE, flower eating incident at Harry Browne's several months earlier) This night proved to be no different.
A few drinks in and we were emailing our bosses from the bar stating various illness's that we knew they wouldn't question because we were going to go to the Zoo with Nat and Newman! We quickly found ourselves at another bar downing cranberry and vodkas and accepting free shots from the bartender. Oops. We then headed back Treaty, dinner in hand for Nat and proceeded to practice our gymnastics Olympic style, saluting to the imaginary judges in one of the upstairs dining rooms. Apparently, this did not sit well with the dinner I had consumed with the cran-vods' and Kristen was soon holding my ponytail in the ladies. Not easily discouraged, we made our way back to the bar, sans 800 calories and proceeded to drink...something non-alcoholic. The fellow sitting next to me slurringly informed me that he was a nice guy and would like to take me out. I told him that I was drunk and not to talk to me further. Around this time I decided it was appropriate to become a sad drunk and Kristen and Newman proceeded to tell me things to stop the tears from over flowing from my lower lids and at the same time thwart the lame attempts of drunkie next to me. Kristen assured me that she would help me find a new fabulous job and something that I genuinely was going to love. Eventually, Newman said he had better take me to Nat's house as I believe I was starting to wilt and I probably had vomit on my face in a less than desirable fashion. Who really knows though.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Happy Weekends to all!
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Then it was off to the pool. Kristen and I drank wine, soaked up the sun, (as much as possible behind my 45 sunblock that is) discussed life and made big plans! Here are some highlights.
I snagged a cup of joe and a bottle of champagne on the way home in preparation for Vicki's Birthday. When she and Mel arrived we all said, "I don't know, what do you want to do?" a lot before walking downtown to view our options. We ended up at our favorite fav Nano for sushi, and pineapple chicken, chatted with our buddy Ling and joked about all the things we could be writing on the napkin but weren't. In the end, we all decided a slumber party was next. Pajamas, strawberry pie and the previous mentioned champagne awaited our arrival back at home. It was like 7th grade but slightly more sophisticated. All excited for brunch in the am, a novel idea occured to us around 1am. The sooner we go to sleep, the sooner it will be time for brunch! I didn't quite make it to sleep straight away because that fella Nat (he's alright ;-) ) arrived home and I was much more inclined to spend a few quite moments (we have so few) with him than falling straight to sleep.
Wrapping things up, brunch with the girls was delish and the rest of the day with my love was well, lovely!