Kids, brush your teeth (and floss, daily)

So, I finally decided that it was time to go to the dentist. It had been quite some time. Let's just say (and for the record I am SO embarrassed) that the last time I went, my mom drove me. I know this is horrible and gasp worthy. But in my defense, I didn't have dental in college. 

So I figured with my new stellar dental insurance  it was time to bite the bullet and go. So with a few recommendations, I settled on a dentist (thanks, Jenna). 

So Friday morning rolls around and off I go. I was quite nervous but decided that the worst possible thing that could happen would be for them to tell me that I needed a whole new grill. 

My dental hygenist was very friendly and went to work cleaning my teeth. Lets just say that I don't think I have ever felt more unattractive in my life. I'm laying there, mouth open, eyes watering from the overhead light 3 inches above my face, and water from his waterpick thingy is splashing all over my face and up my nose. He paused about every 10 seconds to dab my face with a napkin. He asked me how often I flossed, and I winced and gave him my "at least twice a week" answer. Well folks, twice a week doesn't cut it. 

So the prognosis wasn't too bad. The dentist told me a had some cavities (most were small, with only one really big one) and that I would need to do a deep gum cleaning (resulting from only flossing twice a week) and some fillings. He said he was actually quite impressed that my teeth looked as good as they did considering I was a minor the last time I went to a dentist. 

So today I went in for my right side fillings and right side deep cleaning. It wasn't too terribly bad. The worst part was when he put the shot in my gum. After that I was so numb I felt like my cheek was a floating balloon. The best part was afterward when the nurse told me to rinse my mouth out with water. Thank God I was standing over the sink because I soon forgot that I had no feeling in my cheeks and the water just sort of "fell out" of my mouth. So here I am slurping on a smoothie, feeling like I had a stroke on one side of my face (my right cheek is drooping slightly). The moral of my long drug out story is: go to the dentist, floss daily, and avoid hard candy.

Side note: my dentist looks just like the man in the above picture, but he is about 10 years older. Very sweet man, though

shorty had dem apple bottom jeans

So tonight Jeremy and I got invited by one of our students to go to a sweet 16 birthday party. It was humorous to say the least. The party was held at a rented out nightclub, black lights and all. Well when Jeremy and I walked in a couple of the kids looked that they were going to poop themselves, but we soon had a posse of about 10 kids that hung out at our table all night. We are so cool. The music was also up my ally, complete with tracks like Fergilicious, Solja Boy, and Ay Bay Bay. Perhaps the highlight of the night was when the father of the birthday girl (the most polite, sweetest, overly Caucasian man) came up to me and with the utmost innocence asked if I knew why they were called "Applebottom" jeans. I had to break it to him gently. In the end though I had to pass up the dance competition to the 'Applebottom jeans boots with the fur song'. What a shame, I know. However Sonic was waiting for us when we left- and they have finally put Cheddar Peppers back on the menu! I could probably write a whole other blog on my deep love for cheddar peppers. But for now I will abstain. 

How do I love thee?

In honor of Valentines Day-the goobiest day of the year- I feel compelled to make this post. I have created a list of "10 things I love about my hubby". Notice that these are things about him that I love, not necessarily the reasons I love him. The reasons I love him are far deeper than most things in the list below. So here goes (in no particular order):

10. He volunteers to go see chick flicks with me. Case in point, a few weekends ago he offered to take me to see 27 Dresses on the opening night-and he liked it.

9. He cleans. He is not your typical male who watches football while you are slaving over the dustpan. He folds clothes and washes dishes like no other. 

8. He thinks I'm beautiful-and tells me so everyday

7. He doesn't get too mad at me when I steal the covers and accidentally kick him in the middle of the night.oops

6. He's passionate about what he does. 

5. He deals with all the "money stuff". Anyone who knows me knows that math is not my thing. I would have our checkbook bassackwards.

4. He secretly bought me a plane ticket to go visit my bff, Glynne, in Nashville. How sweet is that?

3. He offers to go to Walgreens to buy me chocolate and Midol when I don't feel well.

2. He loves Grey's Anatomy just as much as I do. I don't know too many ppl who are as worried about the happenings at Seattle's Grace as I am

1. He puts God above everything and everyone.

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Why Trent, Why?

Arg. For any of you who watch the Biggest Loser, I know you feel me. Why do all of the people I fall in love with get voted off? Well I love me some Trent (pictured on the right). He is a former Alabama football player who reminds me of a pet turtle ( don't ask me where that came from, but I mean it  in an endearing way). Well he decided to sacrifice himself an go home because he missed his baby. But it did not go down without some tears. I hate it when big, brawly football player types cry. I don't know how I make it through this show every week. I think the only thing that keeps me going is seeing the transformation at the end. 

Oh and little Trainer Bobby needs to learn how to cool his jets. 

Seriously?

A. This 2 year old is smarter than me. I wouldn't know where the crap Argentina was if someone asked me.

B. Loving the pigtails. My mom used to put pigtails like that all over my head.

Book Club

sooooo.....I got invited to join a book club. Really.

My first reaction was um, no. What in the world do you do in a book club? But I did have to admit that the book (Eat, Pray, Love) looked pretty interesting. 

So I bought it- and it is a reeeaaaaallllyyy good book. So I rethought my 'no'. I mean, I guess people do book clubs, right? Afterall, its not like the other ppl in my proposed book club are old farts. They are my age- and newlyweds (like me :). 

 Soooo I am going to my first 'book club' meeting tonight. And I am a little nervous about it....I feel like I should wear glasses and be sipping on a cup of joe when I arrive. Oh, and I'll be sure to use really big words. 

me and Anzie's 'still photo' Ichat

I miss her.