Sparks and Butterflies...

But aside from that, she's still completely normal

This is the way we brush our teeth…

By Leave a Comment

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.

WWWDW is on!

By 4 Comments

ButtonWillow has sent me a topic! WWWDW is officially on for tomorrow! Don’t forget to send in your topics, questions, comments, that you would like both Poe and myself to write on.

My new renter…

By 1 Comment

Check out my new renter, Stumbling Through Life With Grace.

I life her neat, clean, colorful – not blinding design.

Her writing is heartfelt. She’s not afraid to tell it like it is, but she’s also quick to give out love to those who touch her life. She’s not afraid to share her faith – more in a matter-of-fact daily life way, rather than it being a faith blog. I had never read her before now, but I’m going to blogroll her. Go read!

To those other 5 who bid – thank you very much. Please bid again… Stumbling’s just caught my eye, and next time it may be YOU!

the body of work…

By Leave a Comment

If you’ve read for any length of time, you know that I work for a movie studio. I work in music. I help put music into films. I travel the people who make the music, help schedule the stages they record on, and PO and invoice and all that good stuff. Contracts and lawyers abound. I always hesitate to mention work, lest I be Dooce’d.

However – I’ll be doing no linking, and I’ll be cryptic. We have a movie coming out… One word, first letter S, last letter N. There are tights involved. I brought home the soundtrack last night, and let Poe listen. The main titles actually gave me goosebumps. And since Poe knows the song well – and what comic reader/movie fan wouldn’t? We were totally geeking, and I had a grin from ear to ear. I haven’t seen the film yet. I’ll see it in a special screening in a couple of weeks. But I have to say – for our portion… I’m so proud of this body of work. We did it justice. The original composer of the theme, Mr. W…..S would probably be proud of what was done with his theme. We’ll see. I so hope this proves to be a box office hit. We did good. I’m proud. Go see it.

Finally…

By 2 Comments

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.

Recent Comments