Posts from the ‘I’m So Vain And This Song Is About Me’ Category

Pulp Non-Fiction

I’m taking the scenic route through the Root Canal tomorrow morning.  I’ve had one before.  I’ll be glad to have it done cause it makes me nervous having a bum tooth.  I don’t remember the whole Pulp Removal being painful, contrary to what people make it to be.  Then again, a Mammogram is not painful to me and I did have a nearly 10 lb baby without any drugs so…

 It’s not too painful yet.  It has moments that it’s tender and uncomfortable. 

Is it EVER going to stop raining?

In Which I Am Very Vague

You know how there are those occasions you are hit with a brutal reality that you knew was there, but, at the same time, it wasn’t an issue because it was never really brought up and you didn’t really think a whole lot about it because it was something you never saw with your own eyes?

Then, when you are reminded of Said Brutal Realities you go “Ohhhhhhhhhhh.  So THAT’S the deal?”  Then everything makes perfect sense and you feel like a huge weight has been lifted and that you really weren’t losing your mind after all?

I love it when that happens.  I just hate that I didn’t figure it out way sooner cause it woulda saved me a lotta mental energy.  Or maybe I knew it, but, just didn’t want to know that was the deal.

Feel Good Friday

A little twist for the Feel Good Friday….

Things that make me feel good this Friday:

In no particular order….

1.  Insanely cold weather like we have right now.

2. Any movie that has Walter Matthau in it. (Watching The Fortune Cookie as I type on DVR)

3.  Some amazing family members, both near and far.

4. My Purple Ipod and the Ihome speaker thingy.

5.  Talking to the guy that doubled with me and Patrick to the Prom in ’87 and him telling me of this very evening, going out on a first date with a girl we went to school with that he had a crush on then and she never knew. 

6. Singing with the two Tara’s, Jennifer, Scott and Ron.

7.  Pictures like this that remind me of what a great childhood I had:

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That’s me, Terri Leigh, the Sister and Trish.  How great would it be to be that carefree again?

And Emmylou singing songs like this…

My Life In Pictures (Or Something Like That)

Scanning goodness for your viewing pleasure…

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I would love to live life with the reckless abandon I had here…running around wearing my tights and a cool hat, not caring how ridiculous I look.  (There’s my Hot Aunt Lady in the background)

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I was well on my way to becoming the most famous Chord Organist in the history of music.  I took it seriously.  Some of my biggest hits were “Down In The Valley”, and everybody’s favorite, “Barbara Allen.”

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I hit the road briefly as part of a traveling acrobat show in ’79.

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Jump ahead a few years, I tried to convince Merrill and Wayne Osmond to let me become “The Other” Osmond Sister since Marie had married and stuff.  They thought about it but said those eyebrows were a bit too much.

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Me and Dwight had something really special.  He had a wee bit of an issue with my yellow britches and white, lace up shoes though and still….the eyebrows were an issue.

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Who has the worst hairdo here?  Me or Hank Snow

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I had a very strict rule that I was to wear the black and red Oprah Suit (she was wearing stuff like that a lot during this era) everytime I was around a famous country star named Hank.  Hank Thompson was HOT.  (Least my hair looked a LITTLE better here.  Ok, not much but a little!)

All I Wanna Do…

The Crown episode of Friday? I was sorta a’feared that perhaps the poppage of the Crown had something to do with the warning the Dentist gave me about a year ago. He said then that #14 tooth needed to be “watched.” I asked him if it needed crowning or something and he said “Oh….it’s already been crowned” as he laughed an evil laugh. He then warned me that I had better make friends with Dental Floss, as my flossing habits weren’t exactly up to par.

So I made friends with Floss and I’ve become rather OCD about flossing. Obviously, my flossing skillz haven’t been enough to save good ol #14. Looks like another cruise through the Root Canal is in my future, but, obviously, that won’t be happening until Yours Truly is gainfully employed again with Dental coverage.

I knew as soon as I heard Gina, the dental hygienist who has been hygiening my teeth for many years now, gasp and saw her make faces that it wasn’t good. She asked if it was hurting me, which praise Jehovah, it isn’t. “Well, you’re lucky cause it’s bad.”

I’ve had a canal dug through the root before. I don’t remember it being a particularly painful experience. What stood out to me was before the procedure, I had gone to get this tooth crowned and the Dentist started drilling and I could feel it. He kept shooting me with novacaine and I kept fillin’ it. I literally left his dentist chair and went down the street to an Endodontist who did the honors. Ever since then, going to the dentist makes me nervous as a cat about the whole digging in my teeth thing but even more so about how much it’s going to cost. Even with dental insurance, I ended up having to finance the rest of the thing. Pissed me off.

So, I’ve got a Bum Tooth that I can’t do nothing about at the moment and as long as it nots hurting me or causing some sorta freaky infection in my person, it’s ok….I’m still looking for a job and this whole job looking thing is to the point that it’s just aggravating. I did have a good interview with an agency last week that I felt really good about.

I have decided that tomorrow I’m not going to think about this job thing. I have been obsessed with it now since December 5. Would anybody be offended if I didn’t think about it for 24 hours and just had, like, a fun day? Anybody here have an issue with that? Can I go tomorrow and just play? Like take a field trip or something?

I knew you wouldn’t mind. 

 So, this is the rule.  If I run into you tomorrow, do not ask me how the Job Search is going.  I’m going to have a Fun Day tomorrow cause I deserve it.  I’ll report back later on what I did with pictures.

That’s Hot

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Internets, meet my crown.  Crown, meet the Internets.  The Crown wanted to “pop” out and say howdy so there it is. 

Vaseline IS a wondrous thing for holding crowns in place til the dentist opens on Monday.

You Call This A Storm???

I still don’t have a job yet.   People ask “Have you done this?” “Have you thought about …that?”  Yes, I’ve thought about all of it.  Done just about all of it.  I’m trying to keep my good humor and positive attitude about the whole thing and for the most part, that is ok.   BUT…there are moments.

I had an interview scheduled today with an agency Downtown.  The ONLY call I’ve had for an interview.  Out 15 jillion applications, resumes, etc.  ONE call.  Ok no…thats a lie.  I had a phone interview with a company the other day and apparently, my charm and professionalism must not have oozed through the phone cause they passed on me.  This was the first In Person interview I’ve been called for.

Let me talk fashion here for a second.  I am not a dress up kinda gal.  I don’t give a flip about shopping or style.  I probably should put more effort into the whole style/image thing but eh.  Not into it. 

I worked at the same place for 10 years.  It was not a “dress up” kinda workplace.  We weren’t allowed to wear jeans to work (even on Fridays) and like a lot of other workplaces, if you ever did wear a skirt you would get the obvious “Have you got an interview?”  or my favorite line to people was “Who died?”  (Dressed up for funerals, etc) 

Even at church anymore, we don’t dress up.  When I was a kid, it was unthinkable to wear pants to church on a Sunday morning.  Sunday night was ok, but, Sunday morning???  Never.  It was just not “fittin'” to do that.  If it was REALLY cold or something and even then, there was a feeling of being a real rebel.  

So, with this jobless state I’m in, the question of “What Am I Gonna Wear” surfaced.  Now, money is tight being that I’m unemployed.    The Children’s Father has been absolutely fantastic through this whole thing and I’m quite appreciative of how good he has been about it.  We have a good relationship and it’s the kinda thing where if the situation was reversed, I would be as helpful to him as he’s been to me.  I don’t know why I’m telling that but I get asked that a lot so there’s your answer. 

I have one business-y like suit-sorta thing that is right nice looking.  I never wear it.  I’ve not had to have stuff like that and when it comes to spending money, specially on clothes, I’m not gonna spend it on stuff I don’t need. (Yes, I know…lesson learned…you should always have something like that.)

So I was scheduled for this interview today at 2.  I even went and bought pantyhose for the occasion. 

I have to insert here that I am having an issue with my main Gmail account.  I can’t get into it.  I changed the password and couldn’t get in.  I guess I tried to many times and it locked it out for 5 days.  The secondary email I had on the account was at my old work (as in where I was first laid off from in 06) and because of Security issues, I have to wait 5 days before I can get into the account to get my dang Secret Question. 

The place I was interviewing with apparently goes by a different name in the phone listing because I couldn’t find a number for them in Information.   This is an important part of the story.  Just remember, I didn’t have a contact phone number cause it’s in the Gmail I can’t get into.

So, I come back to get ready to go for this interview.  I put the pants on with this thing (haven’t worn it in awhile).  I’m primping in the mirror and notice the fly is open and I hollered “NO WAY”. 

The zipper broke.  It was not the kinda thing where it coulda been hidden either. 

I lost it.  I mean….totally, melted down, lost it, was cussing the zipper, cussing God, cussing being laid off, cussing myself for buying that stupid car, crying so hard I was near the point of hyperventilating.  Why in the world can something not open to give me a break?  You can probably visualize the whole scene.  I was telling God “Ya know…I’ve busted my rear end all these years trying to do what’s “right” …trying to please You, others in my life, I’ve been “good” …oh I went on and on.  (I imagine my Stay At Home Mom neighbor next door got an earful.  God knows I can hear EVERYTHING that goes on in that unit. I’m sure she heard my Jacob-Like Wrestling with God showdown going on. Heh)

I told God I needed a little something to remind me that He was still interested cause I was about to go all Lieutenant Dan on Him….you know that part in Forest Gump when he hollers “You call this a storm??”  I was mad.  All because my zipper broke.  But, I could not go into this place with a busted zipper hoping they’d place me.  What was I gonna do?  I couldn’t just not show up at the interview but I had no contact phone number.

So, I’m still crying and fussing and just mad.  This was about 1:35.  Interview was at 2. 

Phone rings.

This lovely, Australian/New Zealandish accent tells me the lady I was to interview with today had some sort of “Personal Business” to deal with and could I possibly reschedule. 

“Why yes” I said to the Charming Australian Guy on the phone…”That would be simply looove-ly.”  So maybe I didn’t say it exactly like that but I think my glee at the fact that they needed to reshedyool me was more than obvious. 

So yeah…He’s listening.  And He’s interested.  And I think God is ok with us saying “What the ??????”  at Him.