2006-11-22 - 11:30 p.m.
LOVE TO EAT TURKEY LIKE A GOOD BOY SHOULD
Hello! As I'm typing this, right here, today, it is exactly one day before Thanksgiving. Hooray, Thanksgiving! Hooray, turkey and stuffing! Hooray, pie!
My last update mentioned that I was called for jury duty yet again, so in the unlikely event that you've been waiting with breathless anticipation on how that turned out, I should probably give you an update. And the update IS... that nothing happened. I had to call the day before and the case had been settled, so I lucked out. Hopefully I can avoid another notice for at least two or three more weeks.
What else have I been doing? Let me think. I never told you about my trip to WWE SMACKDOWN (and ECW!), that would have made a good update. I even had pictures! But that was like two months ago and you probably don’t care anyway. Let’s live in the now.
Hey, I went to the dentist last week. I hadn't been in like two or three years, which is a pretty long time if you value your oral health, which I most certainly do. I don't especially like going to the dentist, not that anyone on the planet actually does. But I don't mind it, either. I know lots of people who hate it, but I've never felt that way.
I suppose the major reason why I don’t mind is that I've never had a cavity, so I haven't had drilling and needles and root canals and any of those horrible things done to me. If I had, I imagine my feelings might be quite a bit different. I did have braces, though, which meant that I had to go to the dentist once a month for two years to get my stupid elastics changed and stuff. Going that often kinda takes the fear out of it.
When I was little, my mom used to take me to McDonalds for breakfast after I was done, so that helped make it more enjoyable, too. One time, when I was around five or so, they gave me this fluoride rinse and I swallowed it and promptly threw up all over everything. I think that's why we went to get breakfast afterwards, since what I'd eaten before we left ended up all over the dental chair. Then it turned into a tradition from there. The fluoride incident is still on my chart and the dental hygienists tease me about it on occasion. I was five, what do they want from me?
The last time I went to the dentist was shortly before Charity and I finished college, and then she went a few weeks after we graduated. It was upon getting the bill for her visit that we learned we were no longer covered by our parents' health insurance, which dropped us once we finished school. Charity's mom's insurance company hadn't told her mom anything about the change, meaning that we were stuck with the full bill. By "we", I mean her mom, who paid it for us. She's the best. My parents had been told that I was getting dropped, but they didn't bother to tell me until, having learned about Charity, I inquired about my status. Luckily, I didn’t schedule any organ transplants or anything during those few weeks, or I would have been in some trouble.
We didn't have insurance for a while, so I didn't go to the dentist, hence my lengthy gap in between visits. Then after we finally got some insurance, making a dental appointment wasn't really an immediate priority since we both have good, cavity-less teeth. But a few weeks ago, Charity suggested out of the clear blue sky that we go get a cleaning. So we did and everything is ship-shape. I guess now we'll settle back into the ol' six-month routine.
My previous updates, you may recall, dealt with the subject of babies, and teeth is really the one area where Charity and I feel that we'll leave our future offspring in good shape. Everything else is kinda up in the air. For example, brains. Charity is very smart and was, in fact, the valedictorian of our high school class. As for me, I find that I'm more of middling to below-average intelligence.
Charity is also quite attractive, while I, though I occasionally have my moments, am nothing all that special to look at. So there's a lot of room across the spectrum for our kids to end up on. But teeth, we're pretty sure they'll have good teeth. And good hair, too. I don't know why we didn't think of hair.
My mom used to say that when she was pregnant with me, she asked God to make sure that I had good hair and that I was good at math. How she came up with those two things, I'll never know. How about asking that... I dunno, that I'm not retarded? Or that I don't come out with webbed toes or the wrong genitalia for my gender? Up until I was about 11, she was very proud of the fact that both wishes had come true. Then I began taking math classes that were more difficult than basic addition and that particular dream of her's went up in flames. But she hit a home run on the hair, I think.
Switching gears back to Thanksgiving, I'm quite thankful that, thankfully, we aren't having the meal at our house this year. We did it last time and it was kind of a pain. All these people all over the house and everything. My sister is flying home tomorrow and she's going to stay with us for a day or two, but I don't count that. I very much enjoy having her home. I wish she was here more often.
Seeing her for the first time is always kinda funny, though, ‘cause she’s done this thing since I was really little where she’d kiss me on the face about ten times, all really quick, like on my cheeks and my nose and my forehead and everywhere, and then she’d give me a big hug. She still does that. I’m sure I’ll get it tomorrow.
Don’t get me wrong, I love her to pieces and I like being hugged and kissed as much as the next person, but I think I outgrew this particular method of it about 20 years ago. She just hasn’t seemed to notice. It’s kind of embarrassing, especially when it happens in front of other people, but the general consensus of relatives and my sweetums is that it’s adorable. The invention of non-smear lipstick has also made it slightly more tolerable, as at least now I don’t have to wash my face afterwards.
I only mention this because she may see it and she’ll get a kick out of me giving her the business. But I have to stop writing now, so I think that will be all. I'll update again before Christmas. Probably. Maybe. I hope!
GOOD BYE
