Time to Catch Up

Well it's been awhile since I've posted about what's going on in my life. I had a very busy weekend, and for a change, have something to write about! haha.

Friday night I went over to the home of parents of a girl I used to teach. Hrm... there should be an easier way to say that. I used to say "room parents" but then what do I say when I no longer teach their child? Anyway, we had thai chicken dishes and good conversation. Their daughter had been missing me... to the point where she didn't want her mom to say my name, or kindergarten, or "last day" cause it made her sad. When her mom asked what she should call me, the girl replied that she could call me by my first name, since she herself doesn't call me that. hehe. I took her a book of Junie B. Jones - the Personal Beeswax journal for her to write and read with this summer.

Saturday night I attended an AIDS benefit that was held at another ex-room parents' home (grins). The children were over at a friends house for the night, so it was just an adult gathering. For a $25 donation, we got $5k play money to spend at the poker and blackjack tables in the backyard. At the end of the night, we turned in the money for raffle tickets: each 1k = 1 raffle ticket. So I just turned in my 5k for 5 raffle tickets hehe. I'm bad at cards. Around 10:45pm the tickets were drawn for door prizes. While I didn't get the 2 free delta tickets to anywhere in contiguous US, I did get some cute golf gifts in an attractive basket. Too bad I don't play golf. The drinks were excellent, and I learned how to make a mojito for myself, rather than pissing off bartenders everywhere for the rest of my life by constantly requesting one. They also had a live band in the backyard, and a dessert bar in the dining room. I did not succeed in my attempt to resist the chocolate fondue fountain, nor the cute lil cubes of pound cake sitting next to the fountain... It was a lovely night... cool air, half moon, tiki torches, lighted tent-awnings, live music. Sigh. I got home about 11:30 from that.

Sunday morning I was up bright and early to go to the GA Renaissance Festival with a friend, to meet friends of his. We dressed up, and walked around looking for thing to purchase to add to our outfits. I bought a pink parasol that didn't go with my garb, but definitely kept the sun off my bosom. I also got tired of the strings to my pouch tangling so I bought a really nice leather belt-purse. I didn't get a turkey leg to eat, and never have. However, I wisely avoided the fajitas this year, and got a BBQ pork sandwich, and paid way too much for a tall beer container with a GA Ren Fest lanyard just so I could walk around the festival w/o having to hold the darn thing. Later that afternoon, I discovered that my raspberry slushie cup fit neatly into my cleavage. Kept me cool as well. Haha. All in all it was a great day.

Monday was... an extension of my weekend and not so great a day.

I went back to the dentist. Luckily for me though, Mr. Mirror had asked if he could drive me. So of course I said yes. He waited in the lobby for me, listening to tunes and reading. I was in the chair trying not to freak out too bad. There were times where I didn't succeed. Like the time they put a huge tray and wad of goop in my mouth to take an impression of a tooth. My chair was reclined, and I started to gag and I couldn't breathe. The drill itself I handled better than I thought I would. The kind my dentist has isn't as noisy as the ones I remember, and he's very precise and quick. Then instead of replacing the filling with more metal, they squeezed in some kind of plastic bonding agent and then stuck some kind of light / laser in there to dry it. Very quick, and quiet. They did this to an upper left molar, and to a lower right molar. Inbetween teeth I had to go out to the lobby and get some huge hugs from Mr. Mirror, who was so kind and reassuring me that I was alright, I was ok, and doing great. I cried heaps into his shoulder. The secretary felt bad, because last time there'd been mention of me getting a prescription for a valium or something, only no one told her, so she hadn't printed one out. They asked if I wanted to go and come back another day for the other tooth, and I said heck no! I was already numbed up on the other side, and I just wanted it over at that point. When they were done with both teeth, they stuck temporary crowns on. The left one is a bit higher than it should be, but I've almost gotten used to it. I couldn't tell too well with my mouth all numb. They gave me a prescription to take the night before and day of when I come back to get the permanent crowns on. They shouldn't have to numb me up then, and I think if I don't get numb, I'll be able to feel the fit better. My jaw is still way sore from the dentist. I feel like ... well, I feel more sore from it for longer, than I ever did from any of my boyfriends. I'll just put it that way.

Oh... and on Tuesday I went to Jenny Craig and found out how much damage I did overall this week. I gained 2lbs!! I knew I'd been eating out of control. Not just at the parties but in packing up the room, pizza before the AIDS benefit, beer at the ren fest... and of course, since I felt wayyy out of control, I topped it off with a mexican dinner and margarita the night before my weigh in.

Viva la FOOD!

Sigh. So now as penance I'm walking every single day this week. And I've started using the ankle weights I bought last week.