Today I had to go to the dentist. Not exactly the most exciting way to spend your Monday, but It had to be done. And honestly (Oh man, am I celebrating or what?) I don't like dentists, offices or anything that goes on inside there. There's way to much pain and not enough fun. And stuffy assistants? No Thanks.
First of all, there's the issue of personal space. Dentist have a way of getting in your personal space bubble. They lay machines on your chest and stick hands in your mouth and basically ruin the experience that was never meant to be enjoyed. They tilt you back so far you are positive your are going to fall into a big head over heels heap at their feet. Then they stick a light an inch from your face and talk.....like it's no biggie.
Then, the gloves. Have you noticed how smelly those are? They smell badly of plastic latex with a little powder-ish stuff mixed in. And then they go about 1 inch from your nose. And with nothing to do other than count sheep or look up your dentists nose, you have to resign to the gloves. The stinky gloves. I once went to a dentist who had scented gloves. OH MY. They were amazing. They were grapey and goodey and smelled just like kids medicine. (By the way, that's a good thing.)
And finally (although I could go on) speaking to your hygienist. I never understand which degree of conversation I should go for. Are we swapping stories like lifelong friends, or should we be exchanging civil pleasantries like newly introduced people? Should we be talking about the weather, my schooling habits, your kids who's pictures are plastered all over? People who fluently speak hygienist amaze me. I kind of wish I could learn that language, but on the other hand, I don't go to the dentist enough to put it to good use. I should just learn French. That's way more practical.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for understanding my pain. Thank you for going through this with me.
Getting your teeth cleaned can be a very hard thing to go through alone. I'm so glad you are here.
Sincerely,
And I came home and read about barbies....
CATCHING FLIES.
Zippers are essential to life and pants. Without them, we would be seeing way to much of London and France and it would not be pleasant. But, unfortunately, I may or may not unintentionally give random citizens a view of my London and France simply because I forgot to zip my pants. (As we just learned, I forget some essential things!) Now, I'm not an idiot (although you may wonder) But if my pants have other contraptions up top, like the double clip thing or a button inside, they're the ones to blame. I get so busy working on those guys I forget my trusty zipper has been left naked and unzipped. To Much info? Moving on...
I now share a rest stop story. For those of you that don't travel by car cross country, rest stops are exciting places. People who have been sitting in a car for 8 hours straight, stand up, and become alive. They sometimes do abnormal things. Things get weird in the car for that long, and eventually, you've just gotta let it out. So anyway, here I am in Kansas. I walked out of the bathroom, and there are 2 men sitting on a bench by the sidewalk. At first, they seem normal. But not so. They were a typical case of Rest Stop Weirdos. So I walk by and they start belting "SHE'LL BE CATCHING FLIES.....SHE'LL BE CATCHING FLIES." I was officially creeped out, so I retreated to the car. When I told Mom and Dad, they both started laughing and told me to check my zipper. Sure enough, it was open. Not only had I once again left my zipper open, but had walked past everyone at the rest stop AND had grown men not so casually sing about it. And in Kansas, word travels fast. There is not much to talk about other than cows and corn, so if someone leaves their zipper open, they're the talk of the town. I'm sure they mayor heard about it. And maybe if the corn and cows were not doing anything exciting that day, the governor heard too. You never know in Kansas.
My advice? Check your zippers twice. You do not want to be the laughing stock of a rest stop. EVER.
Sincerely,
Be a Zipper Nazi. You'll thank yourself later.
I now share a rest stop story. For those of you that don't travel by car cross country, rest stops are exciting places. People who have been sitting in a car for 8 hours straight, stand up, and become alive. They sometimes do abnormal things. Things get weird in the car for that long, and eventually, you've just gotta let it out. So anyway, here I am in Kansas. I walked out of the bathroom, and there are 2 men sitting on a bench by the sidewalk. At first, they seem normal. But not so. They were a typical case of Rest Stop Weirdos. So I walk by and they start belting "SHE'LL BE CATCHING FLIES.....SHE'LL BE CATCHING FLIES." I was officially creeped out, so I retreated to the car. When I told Mom and Dad, they both started laughing and told me to check my zipper. Sure enough, it was open. Not only had I once again left my zipper open, but had walked past everyone at the rest stop AND had grown men not so casually sing about it. And in Kansas, word travels fast. There is not much to talk about other than cows and corn, so if someone leaves their zipper open, they're the talk of the town. I'm sure they mayor heard about it. And maybe if the corn and cows were not doing anything exciting that day, the governor heard too. You never know in Kansas.
My advice? Check your zippers twice. You do not want to be the laughing stock of a rest stop. EVER.
Sincerely,
Be a Zipper Nazi. You'll thank yourself later.
I wish I was a blond
(This is from Friday's Celebration, I've been meaning to post it for the past few days, but every time I tried, something came up. Enjoy!)
I like story's! I love listening to people tell stories and I do enjoy telling them myself. There are certain people who I always ask the same question so they always tell me the same story. They are filling my need for stories and don't even know it! And you do the same thing sometimes too, admit it. I also hate repeating myself multiple times when telling my great adventures. Seriously, if I'm telling you this story, you should be listening.
That being said, I have a lot of stories I could tell you. I could tell you about my vaulting at sports, or my wonderful driving experience, how many times I've talked to people who are talking to someone else but I though they were talking to me. I have a great story for zipper day, but as for today? Well I don't really know which one to start with.
Today in the car Mom and I were discussing how Tricia (a girl who's my age) is doing calculus and I'm still in preschool. (i mean seriously, What is calculus anyway? Scoff if you like but I really don't know.) we continue on and then I say "I'm still in the one plus one is three stage." I said that with a straight face. It was not a joke. And 2.5 seconds later I was checking the roots of my hair to make sure they weren't blond. Just kidding, but I wish they were. It might give me a little excuse for my inability to do math, especially while joking.
And to clear things up, I do know 1+1=2. I just forgot. And if I forgot that, then you can pretty much imagine all the other things I forget.
Three cheers for story's, simple math and embarrassing moments. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go get my math book. And dye my hair.
I like story's! I love listening to people tell stories and I do enjoy telling them myself. There are certain people who I always ask the same question so they always tell me the same story. They are filling my need for stories and don't even know it! And you do the same thing sometimes too, admit it. I also hate repeating myself multiple times when telling my great adventures. Seriously, if I'm telling you this story, you should be listening.
That being said, I have a lot of stories I could tell you. I could tell you about my vaulting at sports, or my wonderful driving experience, how many times I've talked to people who are talking to someone else but I though they were talking to me. I have a great story for zipper day, but as for today? Well I don't really know which one to start with.
Today in the car Mom and I were discussing how Tricia (a girl who's my age) is doing calculus and I'm still in preschool. (i mean seriously, What is calculus anyway? Scoff if you like but I really don't know.) we continue on and then I say "I'm still in the one plus one is three stage." I said that with a straight face. It was not a joke. And 2.5 seconds later I was checking the roots of my hair to make sure they weren't blond. Just kidding, but I wish they were. It might give me a little excuse for my inability to do math, especially while joking.
And to clear things up, I do know 1+1=2. I just forgot. And if I forgot that, then you can pretty much imagine all the other things I forget.
Three cheers for story's, simple math and embarrassing moments. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go get my math book. And dye my hair.
Happy {Fri} Day:: 4/27
I really want to get myself back into celebrating, so I'm making it a goal to celebrate the first 16 days of May. My favorite memories from last summer are all the celebrating, I intend to relive it as best I can.
Happy Weekend! What things are you looking forward to this weekend? XOXO, Kryn
Slurpee Happiness
I am so happy! Having our final class be today is just so amazing! I stress really bad with homework. On Friday I start worrying because I only have 4 days left till class and It was just obnoxious. But now - no more deadlines, no more early mornings (not really true, but i like to think so.), basically its all good now. Oh, and I got to have soda. Major woot. I think the last time I had it was July. It was so nice of our teacher to bring us all Slurpee. And Coke ones at that! And now, I have so much free time. I have a feeling my time will be spent taking pictures, messing with Sophie and hopefully sewing. And don't worry, I will do a celebration soon! I've been meaning to celebrate all week. (Oh, Happy World Penguin day!)
What things are making you happy today? Hope your day was just as great!
For the love of floral
I have always adored all things floral. I know I would feel ashamed if I ever stopped liking them. I just think things floral are just so pretty! I cant really help how I feel about them. They are girly and sweet and everything perfect. I can stop now, because I'm just going to keep going on and on...so anyway, here are some adorable florals perfect for spring.
(From Zara, Kate Spade, and Anthropology.)
A much needed update
Wow, do I win the lame blogger award or what? And sadly, this is definitely not the first time I've been eligible. My week consider of free McDonalds breakfast (which was glorious) testing, giving a speech (and forgetting my camera) and topping of off getting really sick. Oh the joy. My week was actually really great, so don't think that's why I didn't get around to posting (or making) a Happy {Fri} Day post. The reason was that yesterday I was just to sick to get my rear in gear ( that always make me laugh. Proves I am a cheese ball.) and whip something up.
So since I'm lazy... How about a highs and lows?
Highs:
Blue ribbon for our speech
Egg Mcmuffin
You light up my life for the piano
Bridesmaids marathon
Lows:
Being sick
Bad Monk
Missing 2nd to last sports
With that being said, I'm going to gonnna stuff my face with cheese its. Amen.
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