Friday, February 22, 2008

knee deep in work

I cheated and posted several days at once. I'd written the Saint Valentine's Day one right after the party, but it got swallowed in to the universe. I have two gmail accounts (one for music stuff and one for personal stuff) and if you are not signed in to the right one your post won't get saved. I learned that the hard way. Twice.

And, will someone please remind me to take the day after the party off? I also worked at the Red Key and Marigold last weekend. And watched a neighbors dog. Oh, and turned in two pieces for NUVO on Monday. I also cleaned up from the party and washed dozens of glasses and cake plates. All fun stuff, but it kicked my ass.

I had a dentist appointment yesterday. Like most of us, I'm not fond of going to the dentist. I do have a healthy respect for proper dental care and swear that one of the reasons I've always worked part-time jobs is to pay for the visits to the dentist. I have a dentist that I really like and has been good to me.

As I was driving there (a miracle in itself, I used to be so freaked out that I couldn't get there under my own steam) I was looking forward to catching up with Stephanie, "my" hygienist. She really changed my attitude about all things dental a couple of years ago -- in a good way.

As it turns out, she reads this blog (Hi Stephanie!), so it made catching up on our lives pretty easy. I was due for one of those cool panoramic x-rays. As she was fitting me in to the space age contraption she told me that she's going to start taking my phone calls and saying "No more Nora." I giggled all though the x-ray.

So Stephanie, you're in charge- remind me to take the day after Saint Valentine's Day off next year. And you need to start blogging. "Tales from the chair", "Rinse and spit," "If this drill could talk" or something.


Cliff said...
I can see it now.

Cliff said...

I just figured it out. You've been taking blog softeners and they all worked at once.

Granny Annie said...

My Bil is my dentist. He is near retirement and I don't know what I will do. He's the absolute best dentist in the world! (I'm sure you're good too Stephanie!)

Jerry said...

Wow. That's a lot of Nora for one day, but I'm caught up now. You can live a long time with a rotten floor under your toilet. I'm going on five years now.

Have fun in Ireland!!!

Jamie Dawn said...

I'm not a fan of going to the dentist either. I always get butterflies, even if I'm just getting my teeth cleaned. The distant sound of the drill just freaks me out!

I LOVE the phrase your grandmother said about a thief on a galloping horse not noticing your hair. That is so funny!