air between my teeth

That was slightgly uncomfortable, but nowhere near as painful as I'd expected. But hey. When you skip out on dental appointments for...seven years? You gotta pay up in a little pain. But! Not a cavity in sight. I have impossible luck with teeth, apparently.

Or, not so much? I mean, I was given referrals to oral surgeons about yanking wisdom teeth out. Told Ma, and she was like "uh, why?" and I said "uhh, he said to?" and she said "...well do they hurt?" and I'm like "huh. no not really."

So you know. Idk. Either I do this thing soon or not at all, because come 2010 I will have no dental coverage. It'll be up for discussion at dinner tonight.


For personal reference, apps filled and posted today:
Little Daddy's
C.J. Banks
Christopher and Banks
The Children's Place (Hoop retails owns this and the Disney store--is it wishful thinking that my company experience counts for anything?)

( comics talk! blackest night tie-ins included )

i've choreographed a cnc teaser to Snakes on a Plane music. IN OTHER NEWS:

Mi familia take 27:
We make a habit of going out (nearly) every Friday night to Big Boy's, get the same obnoxious waitress we all hate but you know whatever. And we pretty much get the same stuff each time because we are adventurous like that. After every meal, Dad attempts to win a plush toy from the claw machine at the exit. He's fairly good--he's gotten at least 20 by now? In...uh. Two or three years' worth of playing. :V

So cut to tonight, were Mom says she saw a Jack Skellington in the machine so I'm like *eyeballs dad...
And we're all off to see the Wizardto the machine but this elderly woman and a friend are slowly waddling to the door with a walker on wheels (Dad tells me he invented the walker with wheels but just didn't patent--he tells me this every time we see one), and so we wait. And they're all "OOP SHIT SORRY" and you know, no big deal. Dad goes "No problem, ma'am, we're just here for the claw machine." And she's all "oh yeah?" and he's like "Yeah, I'm pretty good--I got about 20 of these things at home"

And she goes "Oh you LIAR" in the funniest way I have ever heard in my life and we just laugh (Dad later notes nobody decided to back him up, but hey), and he's like "What--are you related to me or something?"

Two dollars later and no plushie, we walk out and the lady's slowly getting into a car and Dad's like "I WAS GOING TO WIN ONE AND SHOW IT OFF YOU KNOW" and she just laughs and her son's like "I BELIEVE YOU SIR"

So Ma, Katie, and I called dad LLLLIIIAR the whole way home. :']



ALTERNATE ANECDOTE:
My Godparents were at my Grandma's apartment when Dad and I went to visit on Wednesday, and amidst all the weather/politics/etc, we end up discussing the cash for clunkers thing? Since Dad got his truck through it and all. And then about On*Star and how much he likes it blabla, so my Uncle/Godfather? He's all:

"You know, when I was heading the electronics at Ford, I designed this program called RESCUE that we put in all the luxury vehicles back in '92 that'd have a call service at the push of a button and all that. Well the company didn't like the idea of charging people before-the-fact [of using it or not] for it, so the program got cancelled. One of the engineers in my staff was so upset he quit, went to GM, and founded On*Star"

Lol.