You Only Live Once, This Is How I'm Doing It!

Month: April 2010 Page 1 of 3

Owl City

A group of us saw Owl City in concert at the Aragon tonight. It was a bit of a fiasco getting there because the normally 30 minute drive took 2 1/2 hours. No. Joke.

The venue was really interesting. It had an Arabian Nights feel to it. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. In keeping with that theme I suppose, it was incredibly hot. Like, we were dripping by the time the show was over. Kind of strange. It didn’t affect the show for me though, we still had a lot of fun.

I’ll add more pictures once I get to the house. I want to get my post up while it’s still “today” though.


Dear Ice Packs,

I love you so much. I just want to rub you all over my face. Actually, I plan on doing just that all. day. long. Sexiness.

Dear Pain Meds,

Everyone told me how good you’d be. I’d really appreciate it if you could live up to the hype rather than making me feel nauseous half the time and the other half making it next to impossible to keep my eyes open. I could even live with all that if you’d take the pain away completely. I’m only allowed to take you every four hours and, like clockwork, you start wearing off at about 3-3 1/2. Not cool Pain Meds, not cool.

Dear Mashed Potatoes,

You are delicious. Don’t be mad if, after all this is said and done, we have to take a little break from each other. It’s not that I don’t love you, I do. Once I can chew again I think it would be healthy for both of us if we saw other people for awhile though.

Dear Phoebe,

I’m sorry that I haven’t been much fun the last few days. You don’t need to punish me for it by biting at my legs every time I walk out of the room and asking to go outside every 30 minutes. I also know that you understand what I’m saying to you even though it sounds like I have a mouth full of cotton balls. That big eyed, innocent stare isn’t fooling anyone. I’ll be back to normal soon, can I just get a break until then? Pretty please?

Dear Anyone Who Has Called Me On The Phone The Last Couple Of Days,

Sorry you can’t understand me. I can’t understand me either. I’ll get back to you once my mouth returns to normal.

Dear Shower,

I miss you. We should really have a long reunion tomorrow because it’s been way too long.

Dear Joel,

Wow, I am so lucky to have you! If it wasn’t incredibly mean I would wish that I could take care of you like you’re taking care of me. However, that would require you being this miserable and I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. I do plan on making it up to you in any way that you’d like. Multiple times. ::wink wink::

Lots of love,


Mashed Potatoes and other stuff about my wisdom teeth

That’s basically what I’ve been living on the last two day. I also ate some Campbells chicken and stars soup. Well, I tried anyway but mostly I ended up sipping the broth. That says a lot about my level of hunger because I hate chicken noodle soup and I hate chicken broth even more. However, after an entire day of eating nothing at all it tasted delicious. We have a fridge full of pudding and jello but for some reason those don’t sound good to me at all. I just want real food I think and sweets just won’t cut it. I’ve always craved salt more than sweets anyway so this shouldn’t really be a surprise to me.

So yeah, I’m surviving. I’m not going to lie, getting wisdom teeth pulled sucks big time. Not the actual surgery because thankfully I don’t remember that at all. It was my first surgery of any kind so I was really scared of, ya know, dying. I decided to go under general anesthesia and any time you do that there’s a risk of death. However, I was more scared of being awake during the surgery. So I guess in my mind getting teeth pulled = scarier than death. Yep.

Like I mentioned yesterday, as far as I’ve been told I didn’t do anything crazy after I came out of it. I did however, cry like a baby. I very vaguely remember this. Poor Joel thought it was because I was in pain. I don’t remember being in pain, I just wanted to cry. Joel said the nurse told him “Oh that’s totally normal. These drugs make girls cry.” Like I said, very foggy memories of all this.

Other than some nauseous and counting down the minutes until I could take more pain meds the first day everything else has been pretty ok. I don’t love how I feel but it could be worse. I’m a little swollen but somehow have managed to avoid looking like a total chipmunk so far. I’m pretty sure it’s just because I already have an incredibly round face to begin with so the swelling just blends in. *shrug* I hope I didn’t just jinx myself. If I wake up tomorrow looking like a bobble head you’ll know why.

The best part of all this is the treatment I’m getting from Joel. His concern is completely adorable. He won’t let me do anything except lie around, twitter, catch up on blogs and watch movies. I’m being treated like a total princess and I’m not gonna lie, I’m loving it. If he’s home he even gets my meds for me. I know it’s mushy but he really deserves a shout out for all this because I couldn’t ask for a better caretaker. *cue awwws*

So yeah, that’s pretty much the update. I spared you any of the gory details so you’re welcome. Let’s just say I took a look inside my mouth and had to sit down because it made me light headed. I’ve never been good about the sight of my own wounds (I’m a fainter). If any of you have any food options that aren’t sweet but don’t need to be chewed I’m all ears. Mashed potatoes are delicious but I wouldn’t mind some variety too.

Also, thanks to everyone for the well wishes and stories. I can barely talk and that would drive me crazy if I didn’t have my twitter buddies to chat with. You all are the best *group hug*


I got all four of my wisdom teeth pulled today.

I lived.

Also? Ouch!

Joel is treating me like a princess though. His concern is so sweet and adorable, I’m a very lucky girl. Instead of going into any gory details I’ll just be thankful I didn’t do anything silly like this kid.

Or maybe I should just be glad our video camera is broken. Things have been a little fuzzy today…

Kids say the darndest things

My three year old nephew Anthony is quite a character. My sister posted this on Facebook and it cracked me up so I had to share:

Anthony: “Mommy, I dont want you to call me anthony anymore.”

Me: “Well what do you want me to call you baby?”

Anthony: “Tinkerbell”

Me: “Ummm how about Peter Pan?”

Anthony: “Okay…but he isn’t as pretty as her”

His dad? Thrilled.

Phoebe Smiles

When Phoebe runs around and starts panting it always looks like she’s smiling.

Who can resist that face?

I know it just means she needs a drink of water but her “smile” makes my heart happy. My sweet little puppy.

Five Minutes

Sometimes blogging every day is tough.

Coming up with something interesting to say day, after day, after day.

Hard work.

Not that I think I’m interesting all the time.

Well, I’m interesting to me.

There are times however, that I get down to the last five minutes of the day with not a whole lot to say.

Like right now.

It was a good day but five minutes isn’t enough to give it justice.

So this will have to do.

I realize I’ve written several fragments here.

I don’t really care.

This is how my brain works.

In fragments.

Pretend it’s poetry.

Happy Birthday Dad

Today we celebrated my dad’s 72nd birthday. His actual birthday was yesterday so Joel and I took him and my mom out to an amazing local steakhouse. The food was delicious and we had such a great time talking and visiting. I have such a sweet, wonderful dad. I love him so much. I’m a very lucky girl. *smile*

Corinne Bailey Rae

My friend Kelly came up today from DC so we could hang out and see Corinne Bailey Rae in concert.

I didn’t know her music very well but I fell in love with it at this concert. She has a flawless voice and sings with such soul. AH.mazing.

She’s so adorable and put on a great show. Thanks Kelly for inviting me! So glad I went.

I’m a wimp

Today I had my first dental filling. I managed to go 24 years without a cavity… Ok, that’s not entirely true but it’s kind of complicated. This particular cavity has been there for years and the couple of dentists I’d been to said it’s not really a cavity it’s just a soft spot, whatever the heck that means. It probably could have gone forever and not gotten filled. The keyword there though is probably so, when I went in for my dental exam the other day, my dentist suggested we just go ahead and fill it so I don’t have to worry about it.

Commence nightmares.

I’m not sure where I developed my phobia of the dentist. As a kid I loved going. I’m weird about my teeth though. I’m also terrified of needles. Like hardcore. I’ve been known to pass out at the sight of my own blood so shots and needles freak me out. I kid you not, after I made the appointment for the filling, I literally had nightmares where the dentist was trying to stick a gigantic needle in my mouth and I was fighting her off. Ridiculous? Yes.

All morning I was fighting off tears and shaking. I felt so stupid for being so scared but I was. I had no idea what to expect and while Joel tried to comfort me I didn’t believe that he’d rather get a shot in the mouth than in his arm. Yeah. Right. I can’t think of anywhere I’d want a needle less than in my mouth. He was super sweet and calmed me down a lot. He even skipped staff lunch and took me to my appointment. Have I mentioned I have the best husband ever? Just checking.

My dentist is a lady and she is super nice. Dr. Nice* explained everything before it happened and the reason for it. She also could tell I was freaking terrified. My legs were visibly shaking in the chair. *facepalm* She thought, since my cavity/soft spot thingy was so small, she could fill it without even numbing me. That was good news to me since that equaled no needles coming anywhere near my mouth. Win! She started drilling which was… ok… for a few seconds but then, I definitely felt it. Ouch. She picked up on the flinch and stopped immediately.

“Looks like I’m going to have to numb you.”

And then I died.

The needle was just as giant as in my nightmares. Seriously? That thing is going in my mouth? I had flashbacks to my nightmare and pictured swatting it away. Of course in my dream that didn’t go well and the needle ended up in my leg so I decided against trying it in real life. As the needle went into my mouth I close my eyes and squeezed the chair for dear life… and… it wasn’t that bad.

Joel was right (but don’t tell him I said so)

After enough time passed to let my mouth go numb Dr. Nice returned and tried drilling again. It was so weird to be able to feel the drill but not feel it. Those of you that have had dental work will understand. Then she hit another spot. And I flinched. Because ow! Apparently one shot wasn’t going to cut it. Greaaaat. Luckily my mouth was numb enough that I couldn’t really feel the second dose.

This time after the ten minutes or so of waiting was up I could tell my mouth was really numb. Before it was just kind of tingly, like when your leg falls asleep. This time it didn’t feel like it was connected to my body anymore. I didn’t even know when the drill hit my tooth. That’s how it supposed to be. Dr. Nice finished up and sent me on my way. Paying the receptionist I felt like a drooling fool though. We also discussed my appointment for my wisdom teeth extraction. That’s a whole different set of stress for me that will go into another blog post I’m sure.

My mouth slowly went back to normal. At around 7:30pm my phone rang. It was Dr. Nice! She called me from her cell phone to make sure my tooth felt ok because she knew how scared and stressed I was about it. Maybe I’m just not up on dentistry but I definitely didn’t expect that. I felt like it was going way above and beyond. The conversation was short but she told me that I wasn’t crazy for being so scared (thanks, I know I am) and said I could call her cell if I ever had any questions.

Next Tuesday I’m having my wisdom teeth taken out which I’m sure is going to be a whole load of fun. Dr. Nice isn’t doing it so I hope I’m lucky and get a talented and understanding oral surgeon. I also hope that is the last dental work I’ll ever have to have, even if it is from Dr. Nice. As great as she is, I’d rather just have a cleaning.

*not her actual name

Page 1 of 3

Powered by WordPress & Theme by Anders Norén