Goodbye, my beloved "extra hour." I've thoroughly enjoyed your stay. Though I'll soon be basking with delight in the long and lovely sun-filled days of summer, I'll (not so secretly) yearn for your swift return...
First, a few work-related things (if this does not pertain to you/you are not interested, scroll until you see Willy Wonka).
Something I get asked about quite frequently (by people I work with, went to school with or otherwise know within the field of dentistry) are questions regarding patient premedication. I thought this clever (and most up to date) little sheet was a good idea to post in my operatories:
(copy and hang in yours/share! I think it is handy.)
Okay, this next bit is quite funny. Do you remember the health histories that we had to take in Hygiene school? How crazy and detailed they were? Well I had a (total type A) New Patient a few weeks ago that brought in a copy of THE MOST DETAILED health history (for us to keep on file). I told him I worked at the school and wanted to share with some of the students how great his health history was, so he okay-ed me to copy it and take it there...but mostly I want to share it with the WORLD!
(do not worry, this is HIPPA compliant)
Crazy, right?
I could not decide if I loved the old guy, or if he was completely off his rocker. Anyway, thought some of you might enjoy that.
Something I do not enjoy:
Working with a swollen/bruised left hand.
OUCH.
I also do NOT enjoy anything about Charlie and the Chocolate Factory...except for the fact that JD played Wonka in the newer version and...
This.
Cracks me up.
I am pretty infamous for boldly taking pictures of crazies out and about (I am not shy about this. I figure if they did not want their picture taken, they would not parade about in such a state). Well, I have been fortunate enough to have had a few friends/family members join in on the action and share some of the beauties they have seen and (drum roll)...my newest contributor....
My DAD!
I do not know where he was, but he took a picture (with his cell phone! SO fancy.) and texted this be-gagued fellow. I was impressed.
My dad is sooo generation y2k...
(though...all of his text pictures come in that culinary-esque frame, an auto-setting I am sure he could remove but...does not know how to.) :P
People.com featured this pic:
Were Johnny Depp and myself in the picture (and the other two women gone), I could die very, very happily.
So, it is no secret that my parents have THE MOST COMFORTABLE and GIANT green couch in the TV room. We can all fit on there, comfortably, and it is the most dangerous thing to get sucked in to (once you are down, you are down). Well...I found it odd that one Sunday evening my brothers decided that this was the most comfortable way to enjoy a basketball game on the GIANT green couch:
I do not even think it was a close game, so you can not blame anxiety or anticipation for the way that they are arranged here.... ? Weirdos.
What post is complete without him?
He looks like he had been eating...but he had not been (as far as I had seen/could tell). He perched atop his food like a mama bird over her eggs, and sat like this for well over two hours (I kept passing him and he had not moved over this time period. No clue how long he had been like that, nor how long he stayed like that). He is such a strange ranger...
MINI COOPER:
thinks he is a real human.
How cute is he? His little paw on my hand, sitting on his bottom like a person.
Cutest thing ever.
Jess sent me this in a text and I found it pretty hilarious:
Just imagining an individual with every single listed
attribute is what I am most amused by.
Oh, Hogwarts texted Jess:
I hope my acceptance text comes soon!
I like to share a good thing whenever possible, and this...
is DEFINITELY a good thing!
Favorite passages thus far:
1. "What else should I know? (1) There is no sunrise so beautiful that it is worth waking me up to see it. (2) I would like to be friends with Beyonce Knowles."
2. "Presenting a homemade knitted object to my parents was actually like handing them a detailed backlog of my idleness." and
3. "When we graduated high school, she went to the Cooper Union in Manhattan to pursue her love of set design, and I went to Dartmouth to pursue my love of white people and North Face parkas."
Finally, I am going to take a quick minute to rant (because I can):
Those of you who noticed before now, cheers, those who have not, I will point out for you something that happens to be missing from this particular blog:
CONTRACTIONS.
Why, you might ask? Because. I am SO ENTIRELY SICK of the abbreviated speech epidemic! How do we cut this bullsh*t?! I initially thought people were joking....? No?
I heard a song by Nicki Minaj (ft. Kanye west) and thought that there might be the tiniest chance that people could be paying homage/mocking the song (both of which I happen to be good with):
(see minute 3:00-3:26)
Lyrics:
I’m blazin’ I’m flagrant, Im crazy I’m saying too much for the World so they Abbreviate him his past is a phase, his stats is amaze her dress is just perf uhh Prada colored babes it obvi’ we the ishh and I’m rolling with my bricks so real you so trill. baby everything legit how you feel, they say we crazed cause our styles so diff’ they'll be jel when we in the mag looking magnif’
But now...well into a year of this ridiculousness...I find that it is just getting WORSE!
I found a blog that has a list of some of my LEAST favorite "abbreviations" you might enjoy: http://www.allnewyear.com/?p=76
I really do wish I were influential enough to start a movement, protesting this stupid dialect. But alas, ...I am not, and I can not. I can, however, voice my disgust for the practice here on my blog and pray that the trend discontinues soon.
~Hasta.
ps. I'm going to keep using contractions, omitting them from this blog was just me being dramatic. Crazy, I know.
pps. I'm not perfect and have probably used a ridiculous abbreviation at some point or another in my life, but I PROMISE, I'll be better.
I'm not going to recap the month, specifically, but allow me ask a few questions/raise a few points (which may or may not allude to some of the things that may or may not have happened during the course of this month):
-Why is it the movies typically depict the female sex as the weepy, mopey, dramatic sex? So... so wrong.
-Valentine's Day. Thoughts? Hate it? Love it? Like it? Overrated? What? Personally, I think the holiday is whatever. It's cute to have a day devoted to the one you love...I guess. I think people sound bitter when they go overboard with the "singles awareness" b.s., but...haters gon' hate. Whatev.
-Boys are gay sometimes.
-Rain is gay all times. Especially when it comes within 24hrs of me having my g.d. car detailed.
-On a related note, meteorologists can go straight to hell. Let's round up all the weatherman, psychologists and anyone by the name of George Bush and shove them into Texas and then annex the entire thing to Mexico...
-Deep tissue massages are awesome. Feeling like you have the flu/have been in a horrific car accident shortly afterwards/the days following...isn't awesome.
-Medicine is gay.
-People dying is gay.
-My new spin-shoes are gay (more on this later).
To lighten the mood a bit...here are some things that kept me sane throughout this godawful month:
Sheldon. my soul mate.
(click the pic)
1. The fact that my boss sings this (yeah. to patients) EVERY TIME he is doing an extraction.
2. And the fact that I was mid-serious conversation (about who knows what) with Seriza while driving down the street one day and we passed a pedestrian who (I regrettably failed to notice sooner or there would be a pic here) was ROCKING THE HELL out of some intensely skin-tight fluorescent cheetah-print pants...and Seriza interrupts me, in rapid crescendo, with the following word/phrase (said so fast it initially registered as a single word in my head):
There was a point in time, believe it or not, where Celeste, Clayt and I fought. Hardcore. I vaguely remember getting into fist fights with Clayt and actually, honestly wanting to kill him. And I've kicked Celeste so hard (not...so long ago, to be honest) that one of us ended up flying off of a bed...Anyway. That pic cracked me up.
Spin:
I started taking a spin class 2-3nights a week about a month and a half ago. I had tried it at 24hr but never really felt challenged by it. Well, for whatever reason, these guys kick my trash...and I love it (oh, and the instructors are VERY good looking...which always helps). So much. Well, a couple of weeks ago, I was looking around the class and noticed that the majority of the people in there had special spin-shoes, so I started thinking about and then looking for places that sold indoor cycling shoes (no I'm not going to start wearing a live-strong bracelet EVER, don't worry, just trying to get tight and right for summer). Well, last Thursday my friend/coworker/lady that introduced me to the multigen-spin classes met up with me and we found some spin shoes! I forgot to bring them to class on Monday, but tonight I tried them out. And...
It was such a February moment.
(photo courtesy of Jess. Beeeeeeyotch sat on her bike and laughed at me the whole time... and sure, I would have done the EXACT same thing were it her this was happening to...but... ugh. grr)
Eff. My. Life. I got to class 10min early thinking that was PLENTY of time to figure my sh*t out/how to "clip in" to the bike. NOPE. Not this girl. Ugh. It was ugly. At one point there were at least 4 people around the bike and another 10 behind us on their bikes voicing their thoughts/opinions. Humiliating. And. The kicker: the ONLY bike I was able to get my cleats to "clip into" happened to be the bike in the front row. Dead center. RIGHT in front of McSexy-Cyclist (aka Paul, the instructor). FML. FML. FML. FML. FML. Whatever. I got my shoes to click into the stupid pedals and did EVERYTHING IN MY POWER to keep the g.d.things in place. I'm still on the fence as to whether or not I'm keeping them...maybe it was just a faggy-february-finale send off on this wonderful 29th day of the month...or maybe I'm special-ed and will never catch on to the dumb things and should just go back to my tennis shoes...hmmm?
~HERE'S TO FREAKIN' MARCH!!!!! :)
A parting video, in celebration of my February survival...
*okay, maybe not ever, but at least in the last 4yrs...
I'm not in the mood to blog. Ever. I thought it was just a January thing...NOPE. It's continued on to February...so I'll bite the bullet and at least share with you the "life of beck" according to my phone gallery...
Watched this.
It changed my life
(for a week)
Cooper had "surgery" :(
he's still the cutest pup on the planet
So I got tricked into going to Spence's soccer game a few weeks ago:
Time: Midnight*
Day: Wednesday (wtf)
Temp: -40 degrees F**
Wind: 80 mph***
This is the pic my jerk family sent me when they found out where I was...
Pure. Evil.
Craaaaacks me up.
No idea why.
An oldie but a goodie: The Broncos won some game...so my overly superstitious brothers analyzed "why" the broncos won (based on what had gone on here in the house, not on the team's game-play. ..obviously). The answer: it was because Jess had watched a good majority of that game...and she hadn't watched any previous playoff games. Therefore...she HAD to watch this game...and they made sure she did (much to her dismay).
Anticlimax: They lost.
Back to the drawing board boys.
Babyballer:
#15: Matty Kardashian
Swishing his free-throws
And FINALLY bringing a W to the Dolphin's scorecard!
Babybaby turtle is still awkward (how can that leg pose be comfy?)
I watched it. Mostly (*only) because EVERYBODY will be talking about it all week and it's nice to be in the loop.
The Giants won, which was...neat.
(But totally expected. Thanks Punxsutawney Phil)
I honestly couldn't have cared less who won. Why? Here's my exact reasoning:
Both teams were at a "likeness-tie" for me.
Credentials for me liking your football team in any given super bowl:
Does Tim Tebow play for you? yes- i. love. you. no- die.
Are you the raiders? yes- automatic hate. no- You've already got a leg up.
Are you the cowboys? See raiders info.
Are you a west coast team? yes: I prefer you. no: I don't.
Did you beat the broncos at any point during the season, cause any major damage to a player or are you the reason the broncos were eliminated from the playoffs? yes- die. no- #winning.
Do you have a Manning brother on your team? yes- nice, I kinda like you. They seem like good people. no- could care less.
Do you have tom brady on your team? yes- nice, I kinda like you. He looks like Dexter to me, therefore...I like him. no- could care less.
See? Tie.
Now, the more important issue: The Commercials. (why capitalized? dunno.)
And the winner for BEST SUPER BOWL AD 2012 goes to...(drumroll...):
