Dentistry

I don't find going to the dentist an enjoyable activity and here is why:
They lure you in.  They say nice things like, "I love your purse", and "Your boots look comfy".  Then they sit you in a chair, put a vest on you, and then put those gaggy x-ray trays in your mouth. In all honesty I can handle those gaggy trays, I can handle those hideous bibs, and I can even handle the cleaning. But what I cannot, CANNOT handle is flossing. I think they use barbed wire on me.  And bless the hygienist's heart, she shoved that barbed wire into my gums like she had a vendetta against them.  Anyway, after the flesh-ripping floss session they give you a toothbrush.
And then they leave you to lick your wounds while you wait for the dentist.  The dentist could be the nicest man in the world, but the second he informs you that you have a cavity, he becomes the enemy. That, my dear friends, is the epitome of insult to injury.
In case you didn't figure, this happened to me.  But the story gets better (or worse-depending on who you care about).  I went back for my filling and he numbed me.  Then he came back and was about to start drilling when he uttered this well-meant, ironic sentence:
"Okay, raise your hand if you feel anything. Relax!"
Ya I'll just do that, sir.  You are about to drill holes into my mouth and you want me to relax? And to just flutter my hand in the air if I happen to feel it?
You have got to be kidding me. These hands will be all up in your grill if I even think I might feel something!
Luckily (for both of us), it didn't come to that.  He got the job done and I didn't feel a thing.
But now I feel like I have lockjaw. I have lived on water, Swedish Fish, and a baked potato that was practically turned into mashed potatoes. Hopefully tomorrow writes a better tale.

Am I the only one who feels this way?

Ring-a-ling

Fred Meyer Jewelers sent me the Spring Bridal catalog.

 I couldn't resist looking. Here are some of the faves:

This was a good waste of class time, don't you think?

Kingdom

The kingdom awaits.

The queen can't wait!!

Me on Vacay!

When I want my picture taken in front of something, I give my camera to someone nearby.  Apparently I have a hard camera to handle.  Case in point:

Oh well...at least we know Wrangler sponsored the rodeo.

Out

I flew the coop. Hopped the fence. Left the nest. Moved out. Again. I am an independent woman now.  I cook for myself and do my own laundry.  This time I brought a towel.  I wasn't about to relive this.
I have roommates.  Lots of them. I live in a house-house, not an apartment, not a condo, not a townhouse.  And I love it!
I am taking classes, working two jobs, doing that "college life" thing.
I forgot to pay a bill before I partied it up in the land of Disney.  So I bought a planner.  Gone are the days where I forget to pay my bills.
In other news: I faced my fears and dealt with the majority of my Disneyland pictures.  Here we go with World of Color:

Throughout this typing I have sucked my way through a roll of Certs. Oh how I love Certs.

Disneyland Part 1

It was a little bright out there

Kids, this is what dreams are made of

YUM.

Me in front of the scariest ride in all of California

A nice shot of the scariest ride in all of California

I will ride this ride until I die of Tower of Terror-induced intracranial pressure 

For being the scariest ride ever it sure is photogenic!

Someday I will find the will power to post more pics and say more words.  Today is not that day. I don't think tomorrow is either.

Christmas 2011

We went to Disneyland in case you didn't understand my cryptic post.  Right now I am weeding through my pics.  So far I have gone from over 1500 photos to 1000 exactly.  Let me trudge on a little longer and I shall share the best photos with you.  Look forward to more of this: