teeth

Yesterday afternoon, I was feeling a great deal of empathy towards stroke victims. I tried to put on some lipstick, but only half of my mouth would move, and when I tried to blot it, my lips wouldn't do what I wanted them to do.

Take care of your teeth kids, or you too may one day have lipstick troubles.

I had two cavities filled yesterday.

It's funny how deeply teeth are buried in my psyche. Over the years, I've had a lot of dreams wherein my teeth start to loosen and fall out, causing me to panic. According to the dream interpretation dictionary, that symbolizes a feeling of impotence and lack of control.

Whatever. It's freaky.

I can also usually judge how much I like a guy by how much I obsess about his teeth. If I'm not that into him, but am trying to convince myself I should be, his teeth will begin to mesmerize me. An overly large gap or an overlapping tooth has become a deal-breaker on more than one occasion. On the other hand, I've dated guys who had freaky-deaky teeth and been crazy enough about them that I thought the fangs were just a charming quirk.

Which I suppose gets me to my next point. The dentist told me I should get veneers because my teeth are discoloured and I have a chip in my front tooth.

It's weird, because a few years back I would have agreed, but now, I was just insulted by the suggestion. My teeth are part of what makes me me, damnit. I actually happen to think I have very nice teeth, and they also happen to be the teeth I was born with.

And what about my wisdoms? I have been informed that I have an appointment to get them extracted on Oct. 28. The receptionist at the dental clinic handed me my appointment card as I left. Well, guess what? I don't have any interest in getting them extracted. I don't see the wisdom in it. Ha ha.

Love me, love my teeth.

I am so very, very, very, extremely tired right now...

But I said a blog every Sunday, didn't I?

My brain is mush right now, so you'll have to settle for a recap of my week, boring as that may sound/be.

Let's see... I missed two days of work because I flew to Ontario for Ritchie's funeral, so I spent the whole week playing catch up. Instead of working 4-12 at Rogers, I worked 2-12. Add an hour to walk to work every day, and you, in a nut-shell, have what I've been doing lately.

And when not working, I've been on the phone with my employer's competition, Telus, trying to find out why they feel justified in taking $239.85 out of my bank account. For some reason, while they feel justified in taking the money, they don't feel justified in telling me why they did it, because -- get this -- they say I don't have authorization to get that info about my account.

Guess who I plan to spend a great deal of the coming week on the phone with??

I have managed to squeeze some fun in... On Thursday Neen was gracious enough to join me for an after-work rant at Docs, and on Friday Ryan led me down a path that, while fun, I was still regretting when I went to work at the Silvery Moon Saturday night.

I think I'm getting to old for this sh*t.

Oh, and tonight (Sunday) I also worked at the Silvery Moon.

And that is why I am too tired to write an interesting blog entry tonight.

So there.

I know... I lied.

Actually, that's not quite true. I did in fact write a blog on Monday, it's just still sitting in my draft box and may remain there for the forseeable future.

Right now, I'm slogging through bills and chores and drudgework and life. I'll be a better blogger soon.

In the meantime, care to pay a bill for me? Or two?

...Or maybe just clean my kitchen?