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But aside from that, she's still completely normal

This is the way we brush our teeth…

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My husband has an unholy fear of dentists.

Beyond most people’s fears. Because novocaine doesn’t work on him. So he hasn’t been in years. He’s had root canals. But he doesn’t go back for the second appointment, that, you know, makes it permanent.

So.

He found a dental place under his insurance (Ha! Dental insurance! I crack myself up) that practices sedation dentistry. This IS what Poe needs. And he’s all for that. Knock him out and do what you need to do. He has a bad toothache, and goes in to see what can be done about it. He’s currently in a meeting with a credit counselor.

A credit counselor for the dentist you say?

Why yes. The verdict when they looked inside his mouth (believe it or not, he’s a very nice smile)…..

9 root canals and 3 extractions!!

WHO LET’S THIS HAPPEN TO THEM???

MY HUSBAND!!

So he calls me with the deposit/total/payment information for his whole mouth. With the insurance (Ha! Again with the humor!) the total would be more than the surgery I had inside my delicate lady parts with full anesthesia, in a world renowned hospital, with a world renowned cancer surgeon.

I told him I don’t think so!! Find out about financing the damn tooth that actually hurts! We’ll see about the rest later!

I’m awaiting that announcement.

Dentists MUST be the secret millionaires.

Finally…

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I am finally, FINALLY, starting to feel as though I’m returning to the land of the living. Thank God. Seriously.

You probably didn’t notice, but we didn’t do What Would We Do Wednesdays ~ now to be known as WWWDW. The reasons?

  • Not ONE of you has sent in a question.
  • I was dying.
  • My counterpart is off galavanting along the east coast “working.”
  • Did I mentiong the dying?

So, it’ll have to wait until next week.

BTW – Single Mothers?? SOOOOOOO get my respect. I had no parents here to help, husband on a work trip, me sick as a dog, and two kids to take care of. By myself. With a fever. Not to mention Poe forgot to put the trash on the street before he left. Leaving me to do it. I don’t do trash. Kitty litter and trash = Poe’s job. As well as bug killing, but that’s just, you know, of course. Anyway – I don’t know how you moms do it. I really don’t. I mean, I survived, but I thought my head was going to spin and have a pea soup moment. I’m not worthy, I bow to you all.

A letter to my company

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Dear Esteemed Big Employer Company:

I appreciate your sense of frugality. I do. I know there were layoffs this year. I know that.

But could I ask you a favor? Pretty please with a cherry on top?

Spring for the soft kleenex. I am begging. Because, you see, I’m doing an awful lot of work for you. And I have a cold. And I’ve already run through a box and a half of this supposed kleenex. It is one ply. There is no softness. And now – now? My nose is starting to bleed.

Does this count as a worker’s comp claim?

No?

It was worth a try.

Sincerely,
Your stuffy headed employee

P.S. Don’t try to call me regarding this note… I won’t be able to hear you. My ears are too plugged up.

Portrait of a bad day…

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So. Today is a bad day. Let me illustrate:

  • 11pm – 2:30 am: Cant’s sleep
  • 5:30am: Alarm goes off
  • 6:30am: No shirts fit – I am apparently having a fat day. Change 3 times. Joseph on couch, “What’s wrong with mommy?” Jay, “Women just do that.”
  • 7:30am: IEP meeting with everyone and their mother at Joseph’s school. Concensus: Yes, Joseph will be going on to first grade. That’s the good news. However, his frustration seems to be an intense anxiety and nervousness because he can’t learn. His comprehension is way off. Actual question: What is a clock? Joseph’s answer: it’s 7 O’clock. Question: OK, but what IS a clock? Joseph’s answer: “OKAY, it’s 7:30, ALL RIGHT?” The result of this is he’ll be in special Ed for summer school with three seperate therapists. Then, in the fall, he’ll be in a regular 1st grade class, along with 3 seperate therapies with three therapists in special Ed, plus counseling. Actually, I really do think all this will help him, as he’s reading at a pre-K level. And that’s AFTER all the progress he’s made this year. There will also be a behavioral plan put in place due to his explosions.
  • 9:00am: Get out of meeting. Realize that the “1/2 hour meeting” took 1 1/2 hours. Call boss – am late to work. Really didn’t want to be late, as I’m taking one day off for Joseph’s last day, and then I have flex hours on Friday.
  • 9-9:20am: Drive to work while calling mom in Missouri. New plan! Joseph has to take summer school, and I have no child care!! Can grandma step in?? Need to know today!! Call Stacey – did daughter have learning issues? Need to know today!!
  • 9:20am: Arrive at work. Promptly lock keys in car, along with groceries that need refrigeration (but obviously not anymore since the damn meeting took 1 1/2 hours).
  • 9:22am: Walk into work, get key to my office from another exec asst. Go to get milk for my coffee and get knocked to the ground my the smell coming from my fridge. They (after a year of asking) cleaned my carpet over the weekend. They unplugged the fridge for the machine, and never plugged it back it. So – rotten food and milk. As of 1pm, the custodian still has not come to clean it, which means we cannot open it – the smell goes through the whole office otherwise.
  • 9:30am: Call Jay. Tell him about keys, since he’s home today. Can he look for them?
  • 9:40am: Call Jay again. No he can’t find them. Can’t I just call AAA? I promptly burst into tears. “I’ll look for them! I swear!”

He finally found them and brought them to me. Which was lovely. But the day is still young.

EXCUSE ME?

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I’m not going to post this person’s information as I do not want to be responsible for giving this individual more traffic than they already get. But How Dare You?

You post controversial content. You claim to be a Christian. I wrote you a comment based on those two things. Was it questioning? Absolutely. It was also rational, polite, thought out, respectful, non-attacking, and non-judgemental. You then do not post my comment, but you DO post your response – in which you call me a “cunt,” “fucking bitch, and “fucking moron.”

First off, the least you could do is post the comment that caused your reaction. I did not personally attack you. You’re rude, uncouth, and just plain mean.

Second, you put yourself out there. If I were to get a mean comment on my site (or email or enything else for that matter), there are those who would say that I asked for it, as I put myself out there. In a way they would be right – in that, I am the one who went public. HOWEVER – that NEVER means I would deserve to be called names and be subjected to personal attacks. I deserve to be shown common courtesy. The opposite to that is true. If I comment on YOUR site, as long as I’m respectful, I still deserve to be shown common courtesy.

I REALLY want to throw some of my own names right back at you in the fray. It’s taking an awful lot for me not to. But I’m going to end this here.

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