Today, (e:uncutsaniflush) and i went to see the film March of the Penguins and we both enjoyed it. I highly recommend it. I'm such a big kid, and i ended up practiclly bouncing around in my seat when good things happened to these wonderful creqatures. I happen to be a sucker for anything having to do with animals, and i found myself crying a few times in the theatre... those penguins have a rough go of things.

But thinking of these poor penguins souls not being able to eat and having to huddle in a group to keep from freezing to death makes me not want to complain about things in my life that get me down. Talk about perspective...

I have a great life. I have a beautiful, wonderful, loving, supportive husband who is my best friend, therapist and lover. I couldn't ask for a better spouse. I live in a beautiful house with him, but i would live anywhere with hiim. I owhn beautiful things my husband encourages me to buy, sometimes even buys for me... How could i go wrong with a husband that wants me to go shopping?

I would like to wish (e:Paul), (e:Matthew) and (e:Terry) much luck in obtaining financing to purchasing the mini mansion!! [inlink]matthew,594[/inlink] [inlink]paul,3550[/inlink]

This mini mansion (e:uncusaniflush) and i own is my first time being a homeowner (i know it's supposed to count that i married him when he owned a house and because we married in Tennessee, i was automaticly 1/2 owner of the house we lived in, but it's not the same as picking one out with him!), and i can say that it feels really great to not have to pay rent!!!

And if you guys get the house we can all say that we used to live on Linwood and moved to the West Side... :O)

Yay! It arrived. Finally. And it is beautiful. Everything i dreamed of. As (e:uncutsaniflush) mentioned a while ago [inlink]uncutsaniflush,66[/inlink] i have always wanted to have my very own rolltop desk. And not just any old rolltop desk, but a writing desk. And not in the typical honey/golden oak colours... I guess you could say i like things that are traditional, but with a twist?

I got a call last week saying that my desk was in and when did i want it? Well, how about in 5 minutes? No? OK, when can someone bring it? Next Tuesay? OK. I was told someone would call me on Monday to arrange a more specific time. I didn't get the call and i must say, i was a bit skeptical. But i was patient. I called and they apologized, not knowing why someone didn't call me. I was told someone would be here to bring my desk between 10.30 and 11.30 am.

This morning, (e:uncutsaniflush) and i made bets on when it would arrive. I said 12.30 and he said 11.45. Would you believe they were here by 10.45! Within the time they said? Wow, eh?

So, i am happy to have my desk. The desk i always wanted. We bought it for me sight unseen, from a page in a catalog and an online picture, and it is just as i hoped it would be. Even better. I'm looking forward to filling it with papers and files and stationery. Who wants to be the first to get a snail mail letter from me written on my new desk?

Here it is. :O)

My Mom would NOT take no for an answer. She was going to buy us chairs for the porch for a housewarming gift if it killed me to find ones i liked.

(e:uncutsaniflush) said he wasn't picky and if it were up to him, we would have white plastic ones. The plastic ones hurt my ass, and i thought my parents were looking to spend more than $4.99 each, so i found them. At Target. Couldn't get them home on our wee little Toyota Prius, so we ordered them online. Talk about sticker shock at delivery prices... wow..

They came via UPS yesterday while we were hanging our brand new mailbox



and while we were waiting for the computer desk



to arrive (tell me folks, is 2.30pm "morning" to you?).

Here are the chairs. Woo hoo. Only took a couple of hours to put them all together. After i screwed up on the front bit 3 times, that is... sheesh, i CAN read directions, i think.




Also found out today that my dream desk is due to be delivered next Tuesday... yay! A cherry roll top desk!!!!

I've yet to meet anyone that likes the dentist. I know someone who became a hygenist that loves the feeling after her teeth are cleaned and doesn't mind having other work done, but even she admits she doesn't like the dentist. Then again, she has near perfect teeth...

I, on the other hand, do not have anywhere near perfect teeth. When i was a child, dental reports of me having less than 10 cavities was a happy day, and i learned to hate dentistry.

Firstly, i don't take locals very well... not on any part of my body, including my mouth. When i used to tell my dentist it hurt when i was a kid, he told me it was all in my head. So, i would squirm a lot. He and the hygenist came up with some clever ideas to keep me still. Most frighteningly i realize now, was rope. I used to get tied to the dental chair. I thought it was normal. When i was a teenager and finally decided to go back to see a dentist after a long time away from them, i held my hands out to be tied and i got the most horrific look from the people there.

During January 2004, i chipped an old filling and decided it was once again time to go back to a dentist after another long absence. I went to my husband's dentist, who had just newly taken over the practice from the dentist my husband actually liked, but since he only had his teeth cleaned and was lucky enough to have not had to have much else done, he couldn't tell me much about this dentist except that he seemed to do a good job. Cool. Perhaps a dentist i could like? I went in and told them that i am one of those 'fraidy cat people and the dentist recommended i take a pill to help me relax. He gave me a perscription for 2, since i felt obligated to tell him that i am a recovering addict. So far, so good. He seemed like a decent guy.

Sadly, my chipped tooth needed a crown (no shock there, i think i have more metal in my teeth than tooth). Being my first crown, i was a tad more nervous and afterwards when it still hurt like crazy, i thought perhaps i was overreacting. But the pain continued. Eventually, i was sent to another dentist and the theory was confirmed, i needed a root canal. Great. Another dental first. Thank goodness it was only the temporary crown that was on. But still, this guy couldn't get the other guys crown off, so he drilled through it. And this guy was REALLY good about how nervous i was. Even gave me a wee stuffed penguin to squeeze when i got scared.

Sadly, he found another problem. He has these super sensitive high tech xray thingies... showed me more than i wanted to see on a computer screen. But, what he saw scared me even more. He saw a shadow under one of my wisdom teeth. Yep, one that was still under the gum. I was refered to an oral surgeon.

Sadly, this guy comfirmed it. I had some sort of cyst that was between my very back tooth's root and an impacted wisdom tooth that was growing sideways. He didn't recommend removing any of my other impacted wisdom teeth because of the way they were growing. Too close to a major nerve that could cause me to loose function of the muscles of my face. But they needed to get at and remove one wisdom tooth to get at the cyst and remove it. Not something i would recommend someone do for fun. Oral surgery SUCKS. Luckily, the lab results from the biopsy of the cyst came back with good results... whew.

A couple of months after that, i was finally able to get that permanent crown put on. It still bothers me. The original dentist turned out to be not so great, but not that bad either. Been to worse, been to better.

The surgery site bothers me a bit sometimes, too. Then again, i was told that back tooth's root got a bit of a scraping to get rid of all the cyst, so i should be careful in that area of my mouth for about a year or so.... might even loose the tooth. Still can't eat back on that side of my mouth.

It's been 16 months since all this happened, and i think i need to bite the bullet and go to a dentist again. I want to take care of things before they become huge problems... least, that is what i intend to do. My intentions don't always mean jack, as the saying goes... but that, my friends, is a different story.

So, for anyone who has managed to read through that whole horrific story, i have a question...

Know of a good dentist?