Dental Superstar

Why do I wait until the day of my dentist appointment to practice the best oral hygiene on the planet?

Also, have you ever smelled the stuff that comes after of your teeth after flossing? Wow.

Time Passing

Leaving my parent’s house, I just got this overwhelming sense of time passing. I’m 25 years old. Here’s a few realizations/thoughts that crossed me as we were pulling away.

I still feel deeply rooted to my parent’s house as a home place. Therefore, if they talk about moving from it, it sort of strikes horror in my heart because it’s the only home they’ve had since I was born.

It seems like just as I get used to being back in my parent’s crazy universe, it’s time to leave.

My sister is doing mass demolition and gutting of her new house, and I wish I could help her more with it. It’s good work – you see the results right in front of you. We took down her entire kitchen cabinets and ripped the nails right out of the walls. If that’s not a little bit of stress relief, I don’t know what is. But regardless, there’s a lot of work that still needs to be done before they can move in and I just wish I could donate the manpower, even if I don’t have all the muscle. (I married some muscle)

My dad was breathing heavy after walking back and forth from the garage. This scares me because he hasn’t done that in a long time (in front of me). He hasn’t been exercising like he used to because his feet have been hurting intensely due to plantar fasciitus (a tendon that extends vertically on the bottom of the foot that feels stretched to the brink all the time he is on his feet, causing pain). He’s gained a little weight back. He ate three slices of pumpkin pie for breakfast. To an extent, it hurts to say, Dad don’t eat all that pie for breakfast! because he might as well eat what he wants, it’s his life and who knows how long he has left. But we should not tie our happiness to food. I think both of my parents do that.

I also had a scare with my beloved great aunt Irene because I tried calling her repeatedly most of the afternoon and she wasn’t picking up the phone – and it’s unlike her to go out in the afternoon late – she usually journeys out in the mornings. But, she’d just gone out to get some milk. She’d been waiting all day on her check that she usually uses to go get groceries.

I guess, every time I pull away I think, what if this is the last time I see these people? If something happens, no matter how fast I drive, I’m about two hours from them. I didn’t get to my grandma on time to see her before she passed away.

It’s a guilt thing, again.

Stealing from Avenged Sevenfold

Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost
It’s empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over

I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time
But I’m too young to worry

Do you ever just feel called to do more? I have this intense feeling that God has organized my life in such a way that I need to make more of  a difference in this world. I’m tired of simply taking.

Very Thankful

For everything. Even the weird stuff, because I  learn from it.

And never again will Oprah try to change me.

Time for Productivity

First order of business – I need to stop watching “Snapped!” I’m definitely a more freaked-out member of society for having watched a few hours of that marathon yesterday! Especially after watching the one where the lady killed her husband by soaking him in hydrochloric acid!! Ahh!

There was someone who had really fragrant cologne on today. What do you do if someone has overwhelming fumes emanating from their body? I consulted the Internet, like I do for most things, and the Internet told me the best thing to do is to tell them. So I did. Lol. And he said he knew. It was bad.

I need to make a pumpkin pie and I was thinking about a little bit of chili… a smaller batch – it always goes to waste.

I can’t remember what I was going to start writing… but I did just hear that St. Louis is the 2nd most dangerous city in the U.S. Camden, NJ has stolen our title. That’s one that I’m happy to lose out on.

New Moon Brings Out Hormones in Women

Besides being at a Hanson concert, I’ve never been in such a hormonal obsessed room of people as I was last night at New Moon! This excludes the ladies from work that I went with, who are lovely and fun.

We stood in line for almost 2 hours I would say, and people were just nuts. This one girl talked about how she had seen the movie Twilight over 60 times and that she was “obsessed.” One poor man behind me in the snack line just wanted a pretzel (and was denied). Another woman had stood in line for her daughter for over four hours at the midnight showing. People were getting in heated verbal arguments about letting people butt in line. Thank goodness the theater opened when it did – when we finally were making our way from the line to the theater, two teenage girls butted in front of part of my group and I felt like taking them down! It guess it brought out some adrenaline or hormones in me too!

At the end of the movie, there’s a bit of a cliffhanger, and people started screaming and I half expected people to be jumping out of their chairs crying and gnashing their teeth. Every time someone strutted in slow motion or removed their shirt (which, for Jacob, was 90% of the movie) there were ooohs and awwws and a few orgasmic groans.

The one person whom I wish had these sorts of reactions during the movie? Bella herself! I find Kristen Stewart really cold and unfeeling during the movie, and the parts where she was screaming in bed were really jarring and strange because most of the time it’s like staring at a paper doll with a raised eyebrow who has barely any reaction. Seriously Kristen, you’re not a vampire yet. I can understand that in times of indecision and heartache we are moved to silence and stillness, but when someone breaks up with you, you need to cry and scream and beg, not just stand there. You need to fight. I think that’s why I find her and Edward’s relationship totally unconvincing at times. I feel like the passion created by Meyer in the books between Jacob and Bella is much more intense, which makes me dislike Bella even more because she consistently finds new ways to break his heart and then tell him she loves him and then break his heart over and over.

I guess I just can’t relate to Bella’s style of loving for this reason.

I read a movie review today that had a really great quote that I wanted to share too: “She may like washboard abs, but not as much as men the same color as the washboard.” For the full review, go here.

I also find it really interesting too what teenage girls latch onto – I think almost every girl has an obsession at some point. I’m not sure why and I’d like to study the psychology of that. I was so in love with Taylor Hanson that I wrote over 1,000 pages of fiction about how much I loved him and what our lives would be like together. Thinking of them with other girls was actually painful to my body. I don’t understand the vulnerability of that. Was I just open and MMMBop the first video I saw and was hooked? Was it just because I wanted to feel love? I’m not sure. It was just nice to dream, I guess. I’m just reminded of that time when I saw the girls in their T-shirts jumping up and down and declaring their love for Edward or Jacob.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention this one girl’s facebook status:

Unless you are under age 17, you need to not be perving over Taylor Lautner (that werewolf kid from New Moon). JAILBAIT. Not to mention if you’re over age 20 and think he is just the hottest thing ever, you need help. I am sad for you.

Seriously? Why do you have to be hatin’? Why are people so divided on Edward vs. Jacob, Movie vs. Book, Twight vs. Twilight Sucks? It’s like a metaphor of our times! Democrat vs. Republican… Why are we so divided? Why can’t something so beautiful, like Taylor Lautner’s body, bring people together? Abs have the power to move mountains.

Torrent

Rain rain rain rain rain rain rain photo shoot tomorrow rain rain rain rain groceries rain rain chicken pot pie rain bills rain rain rain rain need to clean the house rain rain rain too lazy rain just want to sleep because of rain.

I wish there was something I could do!

What do you do when a friend is hurting and there’s nothing you can do to help?

A dark cloud

A lady’s significant other from work died yesterday.  A few months ago, he had a UTI so bad that he had seizures and was unconscious for a couple days, but he fought back. He hasn’t been the same since, but he’s been able to work and function pretty normally for awhile.

Then Sunday, he died. He was the same age as my parents.

Last week, I had asked Jane how he was and she said his legs were really fluidy but that he wouldn’t go to the doctor for it. I told her she may want him to go because he might have fluid around his heart or something and she said she would try to make him.

There was sort of a cloud over the whole office today, because we all know and love Jane, my co-worker, and we knew how close she was to Max, her common-law husband. It’s made me want to hold Jim tighter. I know we’ve only been married almost a year, but I cannot imagine life without him. Our husbands become our lifebreath.

I also told Jim that if he ever complains about me making him go to the doctor, I will kick his butt.

It’s so sad. I feel like I’m wasting time. I want to get to the beach and explore things and explore more of myself. I want to work on my book. I want to be with my family more. I want to have a family of my own and share the love I have to give.

Hold tight to those you love. Friends, lovers, and family. I love you.

Magnetism

Today I was in Hobby Lobby buying two zippers for a couple rather fabulous bags I’m making out of recycled materials. This store always seems to have the longest lines on Saturdays because they’re not open Sunday.

Ahead of me was a man and woman with a fat, sweet cute baby. He had jiggly cheeks and drool and bouncing little feet and fat rolls and a lovely smile. I couldn’t take my eyes off him! I looked around and saw that all other women close by were drawn to him as well! Then, I caught a revealing conversation from two women in their twenties behind me who were carrying the biggest load of pepto pink satin I’ve ever seen:

Green scrubs: “I want a baby.”

Pink scrubs: “Me too!”

Green scrubs: “Sigh. I guess I have to get married first.”

They both looked down at the satin.

…I feel for the bridesmaid.