While Reading

...this blog[ http://quarter-lifechronicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/leave-it-in-09-people.html ] It has come to my attention that we are bring back some classics. I am super stoked about this idea and I wanted to share it with My blog world. SO here goes.

• Wack> adjective <>To be of low or dubious quality. Origin: comes from 'whacky', which evolved to 'whacked' or 'whacked out'. Eventually shortened to 'wack'. The 'h' is usually dropped to differentiate the meaning from 'whack', which is to hit something hard or, kill (old wise guy terminology).
• Word> whatever you want it to be<>"Word" has no single meaning, but is used to convey a casual sense of affirmation, acknowledgement, agreement, or to indicate that something has impressed you favorably. 2.Affirmative. 3. Can also be used as a question, meaning "really?" 4. After any sentence 5. My also be used as a synonym for "yes". 6. May be used when you have nothing else to say. 7. Understand.

Now as I bring two in, i must let two go.

• BFF< Acronym - Best Friends Forever>Often times the letters are used, rather than the words in a REAL conversation[annoying]. Rarely does one have a "BFF" for longer than about 2 years. The need to call someone your "bff", to me, just indicates the impending doom of the relationship you have with said person. Additionally, have you read 1984? It is just DUCK SPEAK!
  
• ROTFLMAO<>Rolling on the floor laughing my ass off > this acronym is just plain annoying. If you were actually "ROTFLMAO" you would not be able to type "ROTFLMAO". It is Dumb. 'nuff said.
  

While we are on the subject of words, i would like to touch on a previous blog. I think it might be on myspace, but i cannot seem to find it. ANYWAY...People, seriously...the English language has worked for hundreds of years, without people inventing ways to spell things. Please stop using "mah" in place of "My" . It isn't cool to randomly place an exclamation point in the middle of words, no matter how excited you are. "Tha" (in place of "The") is not really that cool. it just makes you look ignorant. Gosh there are 100 million more but I am drawing a blank. Little help? Oh and since when does spell check skip over lowercase i, when it should Be uppercase I...that's wack

WORD!

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Puppy in a strip club

The Hubbs and I went out for our anniversary last night. We had planned on dinner at the silver gultch brewery, and a movie (the blind side). I was in charge of knowing what time the movie was playing, 7:40pm...or so i thought. We had dinner, and headed to the theater...as it turned out the movie started at 7:10 and 9:25. So at thid point we have an hour to kill before the movie starts. I make no secret of the fact that my hubbs likes to see naked girls. I also prefer that he sees nude women in a strip club, because i know that these girls are out to make money and the hubbs is cheap. He had never been to one here in fairbanks so i offered to go with him. I lived in vegas for the betterpart of 4 years, so i have been to my fair share of titty bars, i dont feel awkward there, i get a drink, i sit, i watch, no big deal. So we walk in the doors, there is a bartender in jeans and a t shirt, a woman and a man in their 50's (my guess is they are the owners) a friend of the bartender and us. The radio is playing christmas music, and there are no dancers in sight. We got our drinks and sat down. After bieng there for about 20 min, the Cuteist puppy comes strolling in. OMGOSH HOW freaking cute!!!! Then in comes a dancer...
and on her 9 inch heals is another dog, a chow chow, the bouncer. He walked he to the stage, sniffed Hubbs foot then my foot, and went back behind the bar. I am quite sure he was consulting with someone else. and out strolls a chihuahua of some sort. Sniffs us and looks and the chow chow, like he is saying "yup, they're cool" HAHAHAHA. We staied until about 9:15. In that hour at the Strip club we saw 1 dancer 1 bartender and 3 dogs...something isnt right there... LMAO

I'm BACKKKK

Well Sort of. I have had one crazy year, Let me tell you!!! My Husband deployed on January 2nd 2009. I was harder this time too. We Had a rough patch during the summer of 2008, but it made us so much stronger. We both made a CHOICE to love each other every day, (when the obsession of "love" wears off, and you make the choice to love each other, that is REAL LOVE.) we were so happy. I was feeling comfortable in my relationship, and the the Air Force took him from me :(. Now don't get me wrong I did know what i was getting into when i decided to marry a man in the military, but that does not make it any easier when he goes. From January to July so many changes occurred. I started to diet and work out by April i was down to 5Lbs heaver than my pre-pregnancy weight (at 19). I was toned and fantastic!! I was tripped onto the Twilight band wagon...opps...
In April i got a phone call from my friend telling me to get my but down to her office and apply for this job. I had been wanting to work a "real job" since My babies were 1 year old. So i rushed down there and applied as a receptionist at a dental office, they had me work for 2 days and decided they wanted to try me as a dental assistant, I rocked that job!! they hired me that Friday, for the pay i asked for and i was ECSTATIC. I put my beautiful babied in the CDC for day care, and i worked a "real job" and i loved it at first. In June one of my best friends was in a terrible accident and was paralyzed from the waste down.
Then the reality of where i was working started to set in, and the man i was working for's true colors started to show. He was a narcissist, quite litterbug. He called me names, he threw things, he broke things on purpose in front of patients. He never wanted to be at work, and if there was slight chance of him being able to fly his plane, he would reschedule all the patients that day, sometimes 3 and 4 times. He would tell people that they needed treatment that wasn't necessary, especially at the end of the month. I Had a panic attack after being yelled at for not being able to read his mind. I was not trained as a Dental asst. but i was expected to know exactly what he was talking about when he said "the powder stuff" there about 10 different things off the top of my head that that could be, my guess was wrong. He then threw the instrument at me and yelled something to the effect of what the hell is this, that is not what i said. anyway... I was put on medication because of the abuse i was taking from my boss.
My husband returned from his deployment in July and they gave me 1 day off. Hubbs and I fell right back into the routine that we were in when he left except of course now i was working. The kids Turned 4 while Hubbs was gone, which is, so far, the most drastic change to happen. They went from toddlers to brilliant 4 year olds in what seems like overnight. that fact has been difficult for hubbs to understand. he is still adjusting to it actually. lol, poor guy. Late July My brother called me!!!! I hadn't talked to him in almost 2 years. (He was banned from communication by his wife) I am so happy to have him back in my life, and a niece too!!! WOOT WOOT

so where was i ...skinny, job, depression, pills, family, oh yea... i decided one day, after talking to the hubbs, that i was going to quit my job, my sanity and my family was suffering. dinner wasn't ready on time, there were a million loads of laundry and i was paying more in daycare then i was making because my boss never worked. the kids were not getting enough TLC at the CDC.

My friend took his first steps 1 day shy of 6 months after they told him he only had a 10% chance of ever walking again. And that brings us to thanksgiving...i made Kahlua pig, huli huli chicken Portuguese stuffing and pineapple fruit salad. so yummy!!! The Monday after Turkey day we were told that we have to move to a different house because they are tearing the ones down that we were living in...December 4th we got the keys. 1 week of moving 2 weeks of unpacking and Christmas shopping. and here we are December 22nd. 9 more days left of 2009...so much more could happen...

SUCCESS

So i was sitting on my porch this morning and i had a thought...and this is basically how it went in my head
mm coffee...cigarette...balcony...balcony of success [silent gasp]. Kandi brainstorm ensues...

Think about that for a minute. if you are on the balcony of success, you have a choice to make...you can either jump or you can go inside... what choice would you make? Essentially i have that choice to make. although i cant call what i am doing a success. but it is on the way. Yet i just want to jump. I cant stand the way i am treated, like i am second class. But if i can just stick it out for another year ill have enough experience to do this at another facility. I wont be piegon holed, ill be hiring material and i can work with kids...oh what to do what to do...

been a while

Too long since i vented...
so much going on
as i sit here tears are welling up in my eyes and i couldnt possibly tell you why. i don't even know where to start...BLAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hubby is almost home THANK GOD.
havent had sex since last year (literally)
best friend broke his back... has to get feeling back before he can walk again
got a new job
People are assholes
have no AC
Have no time
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The hole in my head

I went in on Wednesday. Hump Day, Anti-Procrastinations day.

I went to the dentist. As if that saying in itself isn't scary enough. It was an oral maxofacial Surgeon. I am a dentiphobic. The smell gets me, every time. And i Have this feeling that the the dental tech is somehow trying to save me, sending me unconscious messages to run away...as fast as i can. but instead of running like i want to, i stay and shake and hope the dentist is going to say something like "oh we made a mistake, that tooth is fine and will heal up in no time" Never happens...I always ask the same question "how much is this going to cost me?" usually it is a minimal amount. 60 bucks last time (for the 15th fucking x ray, on the same fucking tooth) but usually 20 per filing. But this time she says "i think it is $295"...HOLY CHIT...really? "but with your insurance i think it would be 50% of that"...to rip my tooth from my face 150 bucks seriously, you people should be paying me...Finally, out of shock I say "ok, thanks" she takes me out to a separate desk inside the office (behind the fish bowl window) well, come to find out the consult is not covered by my insurance. ...the consult is, i can only assume anyway, was when the Dentist came in and took a tongue depressor,pulled my cheek away from my face looked at my tooth, and said, "yup, sure does need to come out"... $105, for the consult and 150 for the procedure. holy hell

Finally (after 20 minutes back in the waiting room) they take me back, to the furthest room in a dark hall, there actually was a sign hanging that said "Restricted" [ heeby jeebies commence] i walk into the room, the smell of latex, and sanitizer filled my nose, making me want to puke then run, but i don't. i sit, shaking and attempting to breath. The rest happened so fast so ill just tell you how i remember it..
She rubbed the topical on my gums, and seemed to miss my tooth completely. Doc comes in with his trusty metal show horn. I feel my it on my cheek, it is cold and smells like sanitizer. "little pinch" he says. the tears start to fall. OK now the other side "little pinch on your palette for about 3 seconds" I sob...He leaves, as my teeth seem to detach from my face. he comes back "OK here we go"

the man had small fat fingers, he should not have been a dentist, or a gynecologist for that matter lol. In order for him to get his stubby little fingers in my mouth to rip the tooth out he literally was ripping my cheek away from my face, I have proof. My cheek is torn, right at the corner of my mouth. not chapped, fucking ripped.

Anywho, there was vibrations from the drill that i have never heard before, vibrations that went all the way to the top of my skull. i closed my eyes hoping that would make it better and also hoping that it would keep my eyes in their sockets. During the vibration, i thought i could see my brain, and it was changing colors with each switch of the drill. scary. I could do nothing but pray. Soon after i started prayer they were finished. He crammed some weird dissolving gauze into the hole where my tooth used to be. Put 3 stitches in it and was on his way. seconds later i hear coming from the room behind me "little pinch" and i think... really after torturing me for 30 min he just moves on to his next victim?