Just Another Day...

When I woke up today I felt alone. Very alone. It was strange. There was no one there to pounce on me or give me wet little kisses. It was strange. Then I remembered that when I was in half sleep/ half wake mode, the hubby told me that he was taking the puppy with him when he went to get his hair cut. He's been going to the same lady for like 20 years of his life, so he wanted to take our little pup for a little visit. It was weird to wake up in a quiet house now. I used to love it, now it just feels odd and uncomfortable. Granted, I just had to clean some poop off of her little butt now that she's home, but I enjoy taking care of her, she's worth all the little frustrations.

Oh, and the hubby says that our pup is a chic magnet. His words, not mine. Everyone flocks to her, how could you not?! She's just the cutest thing.

"I think I'm going to tell the guys at work who are single that they need to pick up one of these dogs," says the hubby. "If I was single, she'd be great for picking up girls."

Nice babe, nice.

The best part about our pup is that even the biggest of guys become all mushy when they see her. She's pretty perfect. Just try to go to a pet store with her in tow. You turn a five minute trip into an hour excursion. But I guess just like a proud momma, I become a proud puppy mom and smile from ear to ear like I gave birth to her. Yup, I'm crazy in love with her...

On a side note I thought I was going to die on Thursday. Seriously.

I was really scared.

It was at the dentist. The dreaded dentist. Remember how I had to find a new dentist to do my fillings? Well, I found one and finally got the appointment set. They started with the shot of novocain and then after about 10 minutes started drilling. Then I twitched from a little pain I felt. They gave me another shot of novocain. Then the room started spinning. Like tilt a whirl spinning. Like being on a rollercoaster that just goes in circles and up and down. I couldn't focus on anything. My eyes were bugging. I felt queasy. I asked the assistant if the room was suppose to be spinning like it was. She sounded worried, then she gave me water. It didn't help. They did my fillings and all I could think of was, don't get sick, don't get sick. I was so scared I would infect my tooth! Now, there I was, feeling like I was dying and all I could think about was how not to puke.

They finished and asked me how I was feeling. I think I mustered out a "not good, not good at all." The room was still spinning so bad and that mind over matter thing to try to get myself to not puke, wasn't working anymore. I had the assistant lady help me to the bathroom because I couldn't walk on my own, and I got sick. And got sick. Then they put me back in the chair and put my head all the way back. Then they gave me oxygen. They took my blood pressure which was 138 over 90 and my normal is 90 over 60. Nothing was helping. It just took time.

I had to have my mom pick me up. One of my customers saw her helping me to her car and thought I hurt my leg. Nope, just couldn't walk because I was over drugged. Or something. I'm pretty lucky to have a mom who will drop everything for her daughter. She brought me home and sat with me and took out the puppy for me. Then she went and picked my car up and brought it back home. Yup, she's a keeper.

The next day the dentist called to see how I was feeling. I thought that was nice. Seeing that I almost died. She wanted me to have a good experience at the dentist. I think we didn't achieve that this time. Maybe next time. Maybe I should floss more often? Maybe that will help keep me out of her chair other than for a cleaning. I never hated the dentist, but I never liked them either. Sketchy people I tell you. I'm sitting in the chair dying and she's talking to her assistant lady about hiking in Colorado and about her girl friend who's ex is now her dental supplier and whether or not she should tell her girl friend about it. I was waiting for her to ask my opinion. Hmmm... those dentists, I tell you. Sketchy people.

T.G.I.F.?...

Every time Friday comes along all I hear is TGIF. Well I'm not a TGIF girl, I'm a TGIM kinda girl. I'm one of those people that works the weekends. One of those people that serves you the drinks and the food and make you say TGIF. Yup, lucky me, it's Friday. I may be an outcast on this one, but I love Mondays. I look forward to Mondays. Mondays and Tuesdays are my weekend. Monday is a day to spend with the hubby. Tuesdays are the day that I spend on Me. Oh Mondays and Tuesdays, how I love you... with an exception.

This past Tuesday was not one of my favorites. I had a dentist appointment. Oh yes, the dentist. I've learned to love the dentist over the past 10 years or so. When I was 13-years-old I almost lost all of my front teeth. So, I've come to cherish them, love them, even spend too much time fawning over them then is possibly healthy or necessary. But again, I almost lost them. Now I coddle them like they were my children. I have a $130 toothbrush. I buy toothpaste that is too expensive. I have pre-brush rinse and post mouth wash. I even pocket some of those little throw away brush things that you see on the commercials on t.v. Yup, they're my teeth. They're special.

So I know what you're thinking, "so how did you almost lose them?" Well if you haven't heard the story before, here it is... I love swimming. When we were kids we spent a countless number of hours at my Aunt's house at her pool. We'd swim during the day, during rain storms, and at night. Well during one of these night swims I came a little too close to the rim of the pool. Actually, I came up right underneath the rim and tore my braces out of my mouth. Yup, nasty. Take a moment to visualize it. Bloody mess of a mouth it was. All I remember was the pain and the tears streaming down my face. And everyone staring at me and trying to figure out what to do. We got in contact with my orthodontist and he rushed into the office to help. My gums were all tore up and my mouth just hurt. He said at the time that he could have just pulled my teeth right out of my mouth because they were that loose. The only thing that actually saved my teeth, was my braces. The braces had to stay on a little bit longer and I couldn't eat for awhile, but I'm just glad I have my teeth. People don't pay attention enough to the love they should have for them. Once they're gone, they're gone people! Protect those bitches, I know I'm just lucky to have mine.

So back to my dentist appointment. At the age of 10 I had a cavity. In my back molar on my left side. Well the filling is finally starting to wear down so I need to have a new one put it. My molars get a lot of use because of the fact that I had four pulled in order for my braces to work. So I'm down four molars and four wisdom teeth. I need to take care of the ones I have left! Well, this damn dentist. I'm always pre-cautious so once I was in the chair, I wanted to make sure that they were doing another white filling. Well, no. She proceeds to tell me that "ETHICALLY" they will not do white fillings because they don't last as long. Seriously? This is an ethical issue? My insurance is paying for it, and you're getting paid for it, so why is this an issue? Won't you get more money if I have to come back and replace it in 15 years instead of 30 years? Well, I got up and left. My poor babies didn't go through all the pain and suffering and all these years of braces for me to put some silver in my mouth. So now I need to find another dentist who doesn't have an ethical issue with doing white fillings. Oh dentists, no wonder you get a bad rap!

Hopefully this weekend is good for everyone who says T.G.I.F. I'm just hoping that I get the opportunity to make lots of money and to cheer for my COLTS on Superbowl Sunday! After a long Sunday, I'll be sitting in my bubble bath saying Thank God It's Monday!