So I'm in the dentist chair (which is a butter soft leather chair!) having my 6 month check up which has turned into a year since my schedule always got in the way and I was too lazy to do anything about it.
Anyway. The dental hygienist is doing what she does then calls in my Dentist to do his thing.
I am shocked...SHOCKED...to hear them say I'll need two cavities filled! WTF? I brush! I floss! WTF? Fillings mean ouchiness and $ and pain and I suck at pain inducing dental procedures.
So I am getting sorta pissed and annoyed while reclining in my super soft chaise loungey thingie. And once I get the opportunity to talk I ask ' So what's up with two more cavities. When did that happen?"
And that's when they tell me that they are not NEW cavities...just old ones from back in the day that need NEW fillings...that's all.
Ah. Ok. Whew.
A little more communication woulda prevented that missed communication.
Figured this was worth sharing!
Thumbing thru the catalogs that seem to multiply overnight in my mailbox and I ran across the weirdest gift I'd ever seen.
From Crate and Barrel....Meatloaf Diffuser.
Who wants their bathroom/bedroom smelling like meatloaf?
Then I take a second look...and it says Mistletoe Diffuser . Ah. Ok. Guess that makes sense.
Altho if it had been a BBQ Diffuser? I woulda bought it in a heartbeat!
..from the Internets.
My buddy Rosalicious Tweeted that my internet presence has been sparse as of late. She's right! Totally right!
Since I worked at home for my last fulltime job, I always had my laptop at my side and could jump on and off Twitter, Facebook, blogs, etc and still get my job done.
Now? I am on a computer ALL DAY...but it is work related. No time for anything purely personal of an internet flavor. When break time hits, I tend to talk to my co-workers - who I adore and love talking to- while I quickly check my personal gmail.
As for lunch. Guess what? I've started walking during my lunch hour. 4 of the 5 days a week that I'm at work I get out and clear my mind and appreciate the gorgeous locale and get some exercise at the same time. Yes, I pass up internet time for walking. So unlike me :-)
That combined with eating healthier (shout out to Amy's Organic anything) and forsaking fast food, I'm down 11# in the last 5 weeks! Woohoo!
Sorry internet and internet buddies. I am still here, thinking of you and missing you. And on my days off I will drop in to visit with you.
That's a promise :-)
...Best Inventions. At least according to Kathyland.
* Steve Jobs (and all he hath wrought)
* Burt's Bees
* Indoor Plumbing
That's my list. What's yours?
Sometimes I can't understand why things happen. Especially when they happen again and again.
Let me explain.
For the last several months, all I've talked about was the Rise Against/Alkaline Trio concert. The last time Rise Against was in town I came down with the flu amd missed seeing them at Red Rocks. I was bummed but what can ya do when you are sick and have a fever? An outdoor concert at the Rocks would not be what the doctor ordered.
I freaked...majorly freaked....when I found out they were returning to Denver. Bought tix as soon as they went on sale cause nothin'...and I mean nothin'...was gonna keep me from seeing them.
I took a tumble down the stairs this morning. Nothing major...chalk it up to being a klutz which is nothing new in Kathyland. Sorta tweaked my back as I caught myself but overall figured it was no big deal. The day wore on...my back began to hurt more and more...and I ignored it. Cause NOTHING was going to prevent me from going to the concert.
By 5 pm as I started getting ready, I knew I wouldn't be going :-(
So I stayed home. Doubled up on Alleve and tried to get comfy, but sitting was hell and sneezing was torture...and let's not even talk about laying down. Am procrastinating big time at going to bed as I am not looking forward to not being able to get comfortable.
I guess for some reason I was not meant to go to the concert. Not happy about it, but it is what it is.
So in case you DID go, please be generous with pix and reviews. And extra brownie points if you say it was horrible and I didn't miss a thing.
November is Pancreatic Cancer Awareness Month.
Some facts from their website :
Pancreatic cancer is the 4th leading cause of cancer death in the United States.
In 2008, an estimated 37,680 Americans will be diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and 34,290 will die from the disease.
Men are 20% more likely to get pancreatic cancer than women and the majority of cases occur in people over the age of 65. The incidence rate among African-Americans is 40 to 50% higher than other ethnic groups.
Pancreatic cancer research constitutes less than 2% of the National Cancer Institute’s federal research funding—a figure far too low given the severity of the disease.
From a scientific research perspective, pancreatic cancer is where breast cancer was in the 1930s. Advancing pancreatic cancer research into the 21st century is dependent upon the increase of basic scientific research.
Yeah, I am one voice. And not a whole lot of people read my blog. Still, one person CAN make a difference, so that's why I'll be blogging about this cause for the rest of November.
Still reliving the night of Tuesday 4 November.
So relieved and happy and hopeful.
I'm not naive enough to think that life will get instantaneously better for all Americans...especially given that we've had 8 years to get to the low point where we are now. Noticing comments in papers and on blogs from Republicans that are now 'scared'. I feel for them; I really do. But maybe they will now have a glimmer of what I've felt for the last 8 years.
Looking forward to the positive changes that will come about with intelligent, compassionate and caring leadership at the helm.
As I said in an email to a friend that does not share my political persuasion "I'm not scared anymore".
I feel at peace.
Ok, back to drinking. And celebrating. And being grateful. And crying.
History was made tonite and I was graced to witness it in the company of good friends.
Yes, We Can. And...Yes, We Did.
Our national nightmare is ending.
Baruch Ata Adonai.