So, I'm not too great at keeping new posts on my blog. Perhaps it's because I see my life as a rather bore and figure others certainly will be just as bored by my life as I am. Anyway, it's been another weekend. It's come at the end of a very hectic week from work. I put in long 12 hour days to try to keep my head above water. I was called a work-aholic by a friend. I realize that maybe I pull long hours, but in reality, I think there are many others in the professional world that put a lot more hours than I do into a work week. For those who must live that lifestyle, you have my sympathy! I can last a week or two going at such a pace, but than "evil Deena" comes out and I'm a grumpy old witch. (some might use more colorful language). In any case, having a lot to do at work means that we have the potential to return money flow through the company. The economy has been taking it's toll on companies as small as the one I work for. Everyone is pinching pennies. Our sales department has also been working extra hours crunching numbers that the clients feel they can spend to drum up business... see, this stuff is boring. Anyway, we've been busy and unless you work for my company, it's really not that exciting to read about, so I'll move on.
First of all, I should share the update on the oral health care in my life. Note to all who are putting of their oral health care, DON'T! I was a slacker and put it off for 17 years. (yeah, gross, huh?) With a sore tooth, I was forced to go subject myself to the terrifying experience of sitting in a dental chair. Really, shouldn't they just put straps on those things and call it torture? Ok, drama queen. It really wasn't as bad as it may seem. I was given a really nice doctor. I got the older one which I found comfort in the fact that he must have experience under his belt. (of course, he could have graduated from school last year) His assistant was a very nice woman, single, older who was very patient and nice about answering my nervous questions about what they were going to do and how a crown fitting worked. The scariest part of this whole thing has been the bill! Holy cow, Batman! No wonder my dentist is so nice, I'm supporting a comfy lifestyle for him. My orthodontist is even more cheerful, probably because I'm paying her a lot more money, and she's single and gets to keep all that money to herself. I know my oral surgeon spends her money in Vegas. She was talking about it just as she was knocking me out. So I have a new crown, four less teeth and metal and plastic that is mine for the next two years. (if only the debt would go away in two years as well!) My diet has been soft foods. They pulled teeth right in the middle where I do all of my chewing. I tried eating a bean and cheese burro, but the beans kept finding the holes where my recently pulled teeth once were and so I'm trying to prod them out with my tongue. I'm sure as I am eating and fishing food out of the many places it gets stuck now with the holes and braces, I am pulling strange faces and I would guess are none too attractive. So for those of you who must watch me eat, I apologize! I'm even slower at eating than before. In my childhood, I was always the last one in the school lunchroom and so to think that I am even slower is painful for those who inhale their food. So a positive is that braces have also proven an interesting weight loss plan. Eating is no longer as fun to do and so I do it less and with limited food selection right now. This is a huge change from the former me of ten years ago who devoured anything I wanted to and my favorite meal out was prime rib! Sigh.... gone are the days of my youth!
Now that I'm an adult, I have had to change in ways I thought only really old people did. I find I go to bed by ten and get grumpy if I do not get my eight hours of sleep. How I wish I was one of those lucky folks who can easily function off four to five hours of sleep. No, not me. I must be tucked in bed early to manage a fast paced work day in the morning. I break my rule though on weekends. I stayed out Friday night catching up with friends. Ironically, I ate my bean and cheese burro for lunch and joked with my co-worker about the likelihood of my friends choosing another Mexican restaurant that night to dine at. While I don't mind Mexican, it's not my favorite food. It's actually my least favorite food. Yet I live in Arizona and the likelihood of eating Mexican for a dinner out is high. Of course Friday night was at another Mexican restaurant. My favorite part is the chips and salsa, in which I cannot eat yet. I mashed down a corn/chile tamale and enjoyed the company of two good friends. I bid them farewell and scampered off into the night's drizzle of rain to tend to a belated Valentines party. Again, there was food, very little in which my toothless mouth could take in and so I just enjoyed the good company of fellow ward members and some new faces. By eleven o'clock, I was done and bid farewell. I took the luxury of sleeping in a little this morning before meeting with more friends to take in Definitely Maybe, a chic flick for sure. I love chic flicks. I bid farewell to those friends and stopped off at Target to attempt to purchase a new blouse for the dance in which I'll tell you about later. I can always find stuff at Target and Walmart. I found a blouse and purchased an arm load of cleaning supplies. I'm always shocked when my bill comes up to more than fifty dollars every time! How does toothpaste, comet, Mr. Clean and deodorant cost so much?!!! Call me cheap, I can't spend more than 20.00 on and item of clothing. I have a co-worker who will spend well over 100 for a pair of jeans! She may look cuter than me, but I don't have to take out a loan to buy a pair of jeans! I returned home and busied myself cleaning with my new sponge that added to my 50+ bill. I power napped because I have a new church calling on the ward dance committee. I signed up for kitchen duty. I can lay food out on trays for people to eat. I arrived as the first one in the parking lot at the church. For once I was early but there was nobody else there. I entertained myself by playing Tetrus on my cell phone until one of the co-chairs showed up with keys. I discovered that kitchen duty is the best place to be. Everyone likes to eat. So the people come to you, you don't have to go to them. My fellow servers kept trying to get me to go bust a move on the dance floor, but I guarantee if I moved on the dance floor, it wouldn't be a move I'd bust. I tried to chat with a friend on the dance floor and all I could seem to do was the two step shuffle from Nepolean Dynamite. I felt stupid and used kitchen duty as an excuse to quickly exit the floor. I have a passion for music and love it. I just can't dance to it! I fluttered around between non-dance activities. I'd peek in on the dance and see who was dancing and found really that only a few were really dancing. Everyone else were just trying to hold a conversation over the loud thump of Gwen Stefi's latest hit. Heads close together did not mean anything romantic, it meant they were screaming at the top of their lungs into their dance partner's ear, trying to be heard. I'm still quite puzzled over how anyone really enjoys meeting anyone over music that's played way too loud. If I wanna get to know someone, I wanna be able to have a conversation without, "WHAT?" as every other word. Really, I don't get it. God put my on the dance committee, I think for the amusement of my ancestors on the other side who think it funny to see me totally out of my comfort zone! I stuck it out until 11:30 and decided to head home. Some nice guy, James saw me putting on my jacket and asked me to dance one with him before I took off. It was nice, but we were head to head, ear to ear screaming about what we do as far as careers/school. It was nice of him to ask and it sent me home feeling like I wasn't such a dork. Perhaps, God is pushing me because there is potential to be reached and he knows I will not reach it on my own.
I'm grateful to have a knowledge of a loving God/Father in Heaven. What great comfort it is to me in my life as well as I see it tough the lives of those whom I love and care for dearly. I would be nothing without such an "awesome" God. Well, I must close, as the Holy Ghost has been asleep for an hour now. (Mormon joke that the Holy Ghost goes to bed at midnight) Goodnight!
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