Monday, February 14, 2011

adventures at the dentist

So I went to the dentist last Monday...I had a cleaning and exam appointment after work. And I don't know how it is for anyone else, but I have had horrific fears about dentists ever since I was a kid. The first dentist my mother took me to until I was about eight or nine used to whack me with his towel and tell me to quit my crying. I had, and still have, a hypersensitive mouth. I don't deal well with tooth pain. And he never ever gave me enough Novocaine. I always felt it when he was drilling.

So by the time my mom figured this out, I was terrified of going to the dentist. She switched to a "children's dentist", whatever that meant. From my perspective, they still thought I was a baby, but they were just more discreet about it. Instead of yelling at me and telling me to shut up, I could hear them talk about me crying when they muttered to each other under their breath. But still, not enough Novocaine. Pain every time I went.

Fast forward to becoming an adult. Do you think I made one single move to go see a dentist after I was responsible for that decision? Just guess.

If you guessed no, you're absolutely right.

Well, after finally finding a great dentist who was understanding what had now become a full-fledged phobia, I started to get some work done. But it was a long process, and I did not have the money to pay for it all. Long story short, some of them had to be pulled.

Now everything that is still remaining is finally cavity-free, and I go in every six months to make sure it stays that way, right? My dentist is perfectly willing to give me an extra shot of Novocaine so I don't feel a thing. I don't care if I walk around all day with my nose numb, as long as I don't have to feel the drilling. I still have to hear it (!) but I won't feel it.

But back to my story, (after going all the way around the block with that explanation), they find one tiny cavity and put me into an appointment three days out. I take the morning off of work, get in there and wait. And wait. And wait. And a half hour later, the lady calls me up to the desk and said they were running behind. No, really?? And she wants to know if I can come back in an hour. WHAT? An hour?? Well, okay fine. They give me a couple of gift cards for the local coffee shop and I'm on my way. Although I was thinking that it was awfully convenient that they just happened to have those on hand. And just offered them right up to me without me even complaining about it. Does this happen often??

Anyway, I went back and when they brought me back to The Chair, a new dentist that I've never seen before came in. He looked like he was about twelve. No kidding. A regular Doogie Howser. My first instinct was to run. I always schedule my appointments with one specific dentist there. This is not cool! But, I think to myself, okay, maybe he went home sick and this guy is filling in. I had to know. I asked him, but nope. He was the one I was originally scheduled with.

Take a deep breath, I'm telling myself. It's a tiny filling. What could possibly go wrong? And the next thing he says, is, "Sorry your appointment was delayed. I was doing a crown fitting, and we had to start over three times before it finally went right." WHAT?? Oh, no! It really is Doogie Dentist Howser! I wondered, if I got up very quickly and just RAN out of the office, if they would charge me for the appointment since they hadn't done the work yet. LOL.

I was too chicken to cancel, but still chicken to stay. I was definitely in a pickle. I decided to stay and tough it out. So instead of running, I clasped my fingers together very tightly, and just prayed like crazy! Please let it go right. Please let it go right! Oh please, oh pleaseohpleaseohpleaseoh!

It didn't go as smoothly as it does with the other dentist, but it was okay, and I am now, once again, cavity free. What a relief.

It's funny to think I'm such a spaz about this now, when I used to avoid anything to do with it. I have to brush, floss, everthing. Every night. I can't sleep if I don't. And the payoff is very good. It's so much easier to get fillings done one at a time if I need to instead of needing to get twenty-six of them done at once. I read somewhere that it only takes 21 days of doing something to develop the habit of doing it. I'm happy to claim this as a habit.

Monday, February 7, 2011

sharpies and stickies and stuff, oh my!

No, I'm not talking about things that poke you...I'm talking office supplies. Kimberly has a little giveaway going on, and her posts always inspire me. Such a creative soul! She just bought some lovely new Sharpie pens, and was inspired to finish her journaling on her scrapbook page, which she usually leaves for last (or later, or even never). LOL. Sorry Kim, I couldn't resist teasing you.

Okay, Gail has informed me that if you put LOL before you say you're sorry, it really doesn't count. Anyway...

I often use my very favorite pens to journal with, because that makes it so much more fun. Lots of times I will use words from my blog for my journaling when I make a book, and then I like to print them up and cut them out...but sometimes I just want to put a little quote or memory down, and I'll whip out those favorite pens then.

Besides Sharpies, which I love because they write on absolutely everything, I love the Glaze pens from Gelly Roll, by Sakura. They write on everything, too, including shiny surfaces like acrylic, and they dry with a little texture to them. They are simply awesome. Almost like an embossed finish. I heart them.

If I'm handwriting my journaling, I don't do long drawn-out pages of it. I keep it short and sweet. I like the pictures to tell the story. If I have a longer journaling chunk, sometimes I put it on a separate piece of cardstock and tuck it behind a picture in a little pocket I make so it doesn't take away from the page. I like things that move on a scrapbook page. Turn, twist, slide, pop name it. Like a puzzle, or something. I like there to be more to the story.

Most of all, I think I would just like to have time to do it. :)

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Simply Bags – Personalized Tote Bags

How fun is this?!

I received my personalized tote bag from Simply Bags in the mail, and immediately started packing it to use for my "go to work" bag! It has room for simply everything! I love it.

It's made out of a synthetic fabric, but what I love about it is that the inside is some kind of rubberized surface, so if I spill inside it (which I have been known to do), it'll wipe clean and won't leave stains or stinky smells.

It's big enough to carry my lunch bag, my wallet, and my water bottle in the inside compartment. There is a big outside pocket on one side that I can put any paperwork or notebooks in, two pockets on the other side that can hold my gloves and hat, and two inside pockets that can hold my badge for work and my charger cord for my phone. I can even fit a laptop in there if I need to, and my books for class.

The straps are long enough that I can swing it up over my shoulder when I go in to work and I still have my hands free for the other stuff I invariably end up carrying inside in the morning. It's a perfect fit for me. The embroidered monogram is just icing on the cake. :) My next bag from them will probably be one of their insulated lunch bags. If I am going to carry it every day, I want it to be CUTE!

Look at these adorable lunch bags! Fresh and sassy!

Friday, February 4, 2011

a done deed

Sadly, we decided to put little Kirby down today. We had one of the grandbabies over, and for whatever reason little Kirby got into his head, he bit little man on his leg and left a nasty red mark. There was no apparent reason for it, but that was the final straw for us. It just couldn't be.

We took him to the Humane Society and they were very kind and understanding. We couldn't be in there with him when they did it (against policy), but they did allow us to spend time with him afterward. They were so compassionate and sweet. I truly appreciate their kindness.

My honey and I were walking out afterward, and as we stepped outside, it was the strangest thing. My heart hurt--it literally felt as if it were breaking in half. Do you think that is why they came up with the term "heartbreak"? I keep seeing him in my mind, so trusting as they led him off down the hall, half curious, half cautious, his little tail trying to decide if it should wag or not. Poor baby.

I like to think he's galloping down the streets of heaven with our little Augie Doggie, ears flapping with glee, telling him stories of his short life with us. And Augie nodding knowingly, saying, "Just wait till they all get here! We'll have such fun!"

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

what to do, what to do...

Little Turbo, our newest dog, is a bit of a roughneck. Actually we've renamed him Kirby, because he didn't answer to Turbo at all. We tried out a few different names on him, and this seemed to get the best response. But I don't know what we're going to do with him. He's got this scruffy attitude about him...I don't know how else to describe it. He's like the best friend from the other side of the tracks, and even though he keeps getting in trouble, he's so cute you can't stand it.

He's got a little underbite, so his bottom teeth stick out farther than his top teeth. When his lips pull back just a little, it looks like he's smiling at you. His huge floppy ears are like radar antennas. When he's happy, they are straight back and flopping down at the ends. When he's scared, they flatten right out and lay right next to his head. When he is curious, they perk straight up and flop over to each side. He's so stinkin' cute!

When I come home from work, he and Coopie are right there, all excited, barking their heads off and wagging their tails like crazy, chasing the cats away from the door so they get first dibs at saying hello. When I pick him up to greet him, he tries to lick my face off. ♥ ♥ ♥

But. However. Yes, his little roughneck side adds a "but" to all of that. He has been through something, at some time in his life, that makes him very scared. Sometimes when we try to pet him, he flinches and ducks like he's going to get hit. He's very hyper-aware of quick movements. If he's eating and anyone comes near him, he races away from his dish and cowers under the table.

It just makes me sad, thinking about what's made him this way. When I ran out of the bathroom the other morning, just playing around, he thought I was coming after him. He was right outside the door. He bolted for his kennel and wouldn't come out until after I left for work. Poor's going to take some time to earn his complete trust.

But the biggest caveat is that he doesn't like new people coming in the door. In fact, sometimes he bites them. He goes ape-crazy barking and he tries to bite them in the leg wherever he can reach if we don't get to him first. I wonder if that is something over which we will end up having to put him down. We haven't taken that off the table...what else could we do? Some desensitization training of some sort, perhaps? What would that involve? Can you cure a biting dog? Why, oh why, does he have to be so cute and so vulnerable, but still so aggressive? Aw, I hate this!