Just Call Me Yuck-Mouth

A few months ago I was eating Doritos and to my horror, I broke a tooth.  Molar – upper left hand side.  I was shocked.  And awed.  And never bothered having it fixed, ’cause honestly, it didn’t hurt and I was a little embarassed at my toothlessness.

Fast forward.  About three weeks ago I decided enough was enough and called to make an appointment with my dentist.  Almost as soon as I hung up the phone, my mouth started hurting.  I’ve been crunching advil/tylenol/aspirin on and off for the last few weeks.


Dentist:  Nerd Girl, this tooth is in bad shape.  We’re going to have to pull it.

Nerd Girl:  Yeah, I figured as much.  Quite a bit of tooth came out when I broke it.

Dentist:  How long ago did you break it?  Months you say?  I can’t believe you’ve been walking around with a broken tooth, a low grade fever and an infection for months.  Haven’t you been feeling just awful?

Nerd Girl:  Nope, not really.  Just a little pain for the last few weeks.

Dentist:  You must have the pain tolerance of an elephant.  The good news is you’ve got a pretty large sized head and kind of small teeth.  This is actually a wisdom tooth that most people don’t have at your age anyhow.  We’ll just pull it.  No need for a replacement tooth or anything.

Nerd Girl:  (Did this joker just call me a big headed, small toothed elephant???) Um, okay.


Nerd Girl: Hello, Smoochy?  Yeah, they had to pull the tooth.  I’m a little nervous, I’ve got a scrip for  tylenol with codeine.  I don’t do drugs.  What if I pass out and Lovegirl needs me?

Smoochy:  They pulled your tooth?  Ewww.  I don’t want to kiss no toothless girl!  How much was it?

Nerd Girl:  $200.

Smoochy:  I meant after insurance.

Nerd Girl:  So did I.

Smoochy:  Daaaaaamn!  They would’ve pulled it at the clinic in Canton for $10.

Nerd Girl: (What the hell?  I’ve got to go delete that loving tribute to marriage I just posted last week….)  Uh yeah, I’m not going to no $10 dental clinic in Canton as long as I’ve got insurance, $200, and free will.

Smoochy:  Well, make sure you put the girl to bed before you start pill-poppin.

Nerd Girl:  Sigh.  Good bye.


Lovegirl:  Mama, what’s wrong with you?  Why are you talking like that?

Nerd Girl:  I went to the dentist, he pulled my tooth, and my mouth is packed with gauze.  I’m talking through clenched teeth.

Lovegirl:  Ewwww.  I don’t ever want to go to the dentist.  Ewwww.  I need my teeth.

Nerd Girl:  What?  Why are you talking like that?  What’s wrong with you?

Lovegirl:  I’m talking through clenched teeth like you Mama.  But I have all my teeth.  And you don’t.


Ladies and gentlemen, lesson learned.  Nerd Girl is getting serious about her dental care.  I brush, but that’s about it.  I’ve never “enjoyed” flossing so I do it rather infrequently and haphazardly.  Please believe that after having what was left of my tooth yanked out of my mouth, getting little or no sympathy from my peeps, and being told to eat soup, oatmeal, and potatoes for the next 4 or 5 days, I’m stepping up the dental care game.

Now I’ve got to go.  I’ve got an ice pack, drugs, a milkshake and a play-off game waiting for me.  I leave you with this childhood classic:


May 22, 2009

It’s our anniversary! 

That’s right, Smoochy and I celebrate our 10-year wedding anniversary today.  The fact that we have been married for a decade – a decade! – is blowing my mind. 

There’s no easy way to sum up the last ten years really.  We’ve had some really great times together – the greatest being the birth of our daughter and some pretty crappy times together – the worst was losing his Mom.  Between the highest of highs and the lowest of lows, life has happened.  Our relationship has grown and matured as have we.  We’ve learned that life doesn’t always work out as neatly as we naively thought that it would, but that as long as we remember that we’re playing for the same team, all is well.

A lot of people are down on marriage, quick to quote divorce statistics or tell stories about couples they know who didn’t make it.  Well, I’m here to testify on marriage’s behalf.  It is wonderful when you’ve got the right person on your team.  It is not always easy, but I haven’t found it to be nearly as much work as people claim it to be either.  I love being married.  I love knowing who I’m coming home to and who’s coming home to me.  I love the peace and security of our home.  I love the fact that we can crack each other up with just a look.  I love knowing that he knows how crazy and weird I can be and that he loves me in spite of (or maybe because of) my quirks.  I love that my daughter’s father is my husband and that she is crazy about Daddy! 

Marriage?  Highly recommended by yours truly.

Happy Anniversary Smoochy!  I love you.  Let’s dance.


(Sorry, couldn’t figure out how to post the video)

Thursday Randoms

  • I am in a delightful mood.  And hope that you are too.
  • My brother and his girlfriend are not coming down for the holiday weekend.  I’ll miss them, but I’m cool with just we three chillin’ out.
  • Tomorrow is our anniversary.  We have been married for 10 years y’all.  Ten years.  Wow!
  • I still don’t have a gift for Smoochy.  I am officially the worst gift-giver ever.
  • I bought two storage cubes for the rest of Lovegirl’s toys in the living room.  Amazing what a difference two faux-leather boxes can make!
  • I did my situps this morning.  Did you?  This is soooo much easier than the pushup challenge.  And I should have at least a half of a six pack before July!
  • I’ve spent so much time on Facebook today that I actually feel bad.  Not very bad, but there’s definitely some guilt in there somewhere.
  • I’m eating purple-hull peas and sauteed spinach for lunch today.  Can’t wait.
  • I love this song – and I have no earthly idea what they’re talking about:
  • Happy Thursday.  Go Lakers!!!

200 Sit Up Challenge!

Yeah, thought I forgot didn’t ya?  No such luck.  I did my pre-test on Saturday.  I did about 50 situps before I quit.  I could’ve done more – but honestly, I got bored.

Anyhoo, if you’re doing the sit up challenge, let’s get on it!  I’m going to start on week 1, column 3 this evening, and stay on a M,W,F routine for the next 6 weeks. 

Go here for more info:  http://www.twohundredsitups.com/index.html

Who’s in?  TM, I’m calling you out!

Don’t Nobody Bring Me No Bad News!

10 brownie points if you can identify the source of that song.

Happy Monday everyone!  I hope that you had a lovely weekend – I know I did.  What did I do?  Nothing!  And I enjoyed all 48 hours of pure, unadulterated nothingness.  Sometimes – like EPMD said – you gots to chill.

Looks like this is my week to start my study re-do.  It rained on and off all last week and I’ve always been under the impression that you don’t paint when it rains or is really humid.  Pserendipity thought I was making this up.  Anybody else heard this or is it just me?

Anyhoo, it is Monday, and in the spirit of positivity, I’d like to invite you to head over to the comments section and tell me something good, something great, something positive.  I’ll start:   the Lakers won yesterday!  See ya in the finals!!!

Look at that girl…


…with them Daisy Dukes on!

Or not.  My kid is four.  Four.  And she is not in training for any type of profession that involves a stripper pole, clear heels or a pushup bra.  Why then is it so hard to find shorts in her size that have more than a 2 inch inseam?

I just don’t think all these risque, glittery, ho-ish type clothes are a good look.  On anyone.  Certainly not the child I am raising.  Looks like she’ll be wearing the same two pair of Bermuda shorts from Tarjhay all summer long.  Again.

(I think I write this same post every summer.  I’m going to need some children’s clothing designers to swing by and take note…)