Burrrrrrrrrrshki
Fall is totally here,,, and with it comes the brisk mornings, the lack of sunshiney hours, and pink skies in the morning……. OH… and homework, and soccer, and colds and influenza…. the list is long. The other day I had an emotional breakdown, and it wasn’t until I talked to my sister, and she mentioned she was down in the dumps as well, did it hit me that the changing seasons always makes me go crazy. Not that I don’t love Fall…. it’s hands down my favorite season, but it’s the change… your whole self gets used the heat of the summer days, and then BAMMMM it changes almost overnight, and you’re like “what the hootie hey?” All an adjustment, all the while, trying my damndest to keep up with the school, soccer, dance and work schedules. This past weekend was the BACONFEST 2009. Here pictured to the right is of me and the dude walking around dressed up like a slice of bacon. His cohort was walking around with him handing out little packets of bacon salt….. they were a good team. You would be amazed at how many things are out there that are all bacon…. bacon mayo, bacon vodka, bacon waffles, bacon ornaments, bacon tacos, bacon skateboards, it was a fun time. I made up a lot of disks all about bacon for the festival….. good times… good good times. This weekend, Daneen and my little sister, Muggs have an MGS table at the 17th Annual Harvest and Peace festival down in Auberry, California. Festivals are fun, for the most part… setting up the table and tearing it down is the worst…. people watching and chatting is the best part…
I have a dental appt on Tuesday…… Now, to some, a dental appt isn’t a noteworthy subject to be blogging about…… but to me?? Well… considering I’ll be sleepless Monday night knowing that I’m going to go into panic/anxiety mode the next morning is very worth blogging about. I don’t know what my deal is. In fact, I’m a little ashamed at how much of a big fat BABY I am when it comes to going to the dentist. I first start to pace in the waiting room, like a psycho in a nut house, then, the moment I sit in the chair it starts. I start sweating, I start crying, I start biting my nails, I start shaking and trembling, and crying some more….. crying so much that the tears are pooling up inside my ears as they drip down the sides of my cheeks. So the other day when I was in there for my exam and my xrays and my cleaning, the dentist came in and after he told me that I needed a CROWN AND A FILLING… I just lost it…. Just lost it…. And that was just from him telling me verbally what I needed to have done. So… I’ve got a prescription of 4 valium and he’s promised to gas the hell out of me…. It won’t matter tho’….. I’ll still be a trainwreck….. chugga chugga… wahhhh wahhhhh… But I’m still perplexed as to where this incessant fear has come from? I think it was forsure my childhood dentist…. he was a quack,, and I remember he never shot enough novicaine (sic) in my gums when he would drill and so I felt EVERY LAST NERVE…… Then… Oh.. then when I was in bootcamp and after I got my orders to a ship, they told me that no one gets sent to a ship with their wisdom teeth still in, in case they get infected out at sea.. So midway through bootcamp, I had to get all four wisdom teeth pulled out.. and they weren’t even out of the gums yet. So they had to slice my gums, and with a huge ass hook like tool, had to sort of pop them out from under the roots. And no….. I was fully awake for this little evolution. Not to mention 12 hours after EXTRACTION… I was doing push-ups and running 10 miles. The dentist gives me the heebie jeebies….. that’s that in a nutshell… and I’m already just dreading it….. Dripping blood DREAD!!
It’s Saturday today… gotta soccer game to coach later. Must get this day started…. I’ll start with flipping the BACON….
January 15th, 2010 at 10:33 pm
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!