Please excuse my forehead

Ugh--nearly 10 days without posting! BJ will be most unhappy with my neglect of our domain. For shame.

So, yesterday I had to go once again to the dentist. My 6-month check-up last Friday revealed, sigh, some issues that needed addressing. If there's one thing you need to know about my teeth it's that they have issues. Were I to brush & floss twice as often as is recommended I would get cavities. You can therefore assume that, as I'm not a robot, I frequently find myself not-so-comfortably reclined 'neath my dentist's care.

While I was again reclined yesterday I made some observations. As would be expected, the nitrous oxide began to exert it's tingly influence over me and I was quite zoned and relaxed. But, about halfway through my ordeal my brain cleared up and I realized "This guy is leaning on my forehead!" Why had I never noticed that before? Surely, in all the times I've had my teeth worked on, I've been imposed upon like this before. Then I realized that the assistant's thigh was pressed on my left arm. My personal space was being invaded like I would never allow in any other circumstance save the stirrups. How strange. And even stranger that I should notice it at that moment. Of course, it may have been due to the fact that the little nose piece was not centered on my nose. Instead, it was shifted to the left and pressing harshly into my right nostril. As a result, I couldn't truly enjoy my buzz.

But, at least it gave me something to think about besides the water dripping down my neck and sound of the drill!

In the space of the past 10 days I've also had my first public belly dancing debut. Woo hoo! Women of the Well performed at Oswego's PrairieFest on Saturday, their newest member along with them. It was a complete blast! I don't often say this sort of thing, but I truly feel blessed to have been so warmly welcomed into their group. Many thanks ladies!

Onion hands

Linked chevrons
Originally uploaded by KLLippoldt.

Yuck! I chopped onions this evening for our casserole (yeah, a casserole on a 90-degree day) but forgot to wash with some stainless steel. My hands stink like onion now! Pleasant.

Today was my first official day of "summer break". Definite misnomer. Not only am I working mornings at the pool, but have scheduled frequent color guard officer practices. This summer is going to fly.

But, over the past couple of days I've made some great progress on my quilt! You may recall the design is called "Linked Chevrons." Which, BJ of course takes to mean that I'm building a star gate. So, now that I've got 7 completed chevron blocks, dialed & locked, he thinks we're ready to disembark this rock. I guess I'll see you on the other side of the galaxy!

Vivan las viernes!

God bless it, it's Friday! I never thought I'd make it to today, and now that I'm here all I want to do is find a good movie and take a nap. My brain is total mush. I thought by today I'd have something new to share--some crazy occurrence or some such nonsense. But no. Just a long, busy, tiring week.

I would like to vent briefly about a pet peeve of mine. I got off work early today ("last day" of school; never mind I have to be there all next week) and thought I'd run some errands at the mall while I had time. It is a profound pain in the butt navigating the mall on the weekends, and after work I have to deal with rush hour traffic, so these moments are valuable. As I pull out of the Sam's Club parking lot I'm feeling all chipper. Nice break in the flow and off I go. Not so fast, hot stuff!

First off: who are all you people, and where are you going at 1:15 in the afternoon? I would never have anticipated all that freaking traffic along Rt. 59 and Rt. 34 midday on a Friday. Maybe last weekend, but not today. But that's not what really irritated me.

OK, I did my research and this is official. So my irritation is validated. According to the Illinois Rules of the Road, drivers may NOT "drive onto a railroad crossing, enter an intersection or drive within a marked crosswalk unless there is enough space to allow passage of other vehicles, pedestrians or railroad trains." In other words, quoting many a driver's education teacher: don't enter an intersection unless you can exit the intersection. So (deep intake of breath), when you are travelling north on Rt. 59 at Rt. 34, or turning left from 34 into northbound 59, do not enter and SIT in the intersection unless you know you'll make it through before the light changes.

It took me a full 10 minutes to get across 59 today. Now, if you're not familiar with the area, Sam's is directly on the corner of 59 & 34. I'm not talking about a great distance. Due to the insane traffic on 59, my favorite kind of drivers were making a veritable parking lot in the middle of the intersection. As a result, only 1-2 cars on westbound 34 were making it across the intersection at each light. 1 car each light!

"Hmm, traffic on the other side of the intersection isn't moving--I think I'll pull forward and sit in the middle. That will save me loads of time. And, look! That guy in the cross traffic thinks it's a great idea! He's honking and waving his finger!"

And, to those of you who have honked at me as I sat waiting at the line, as I should, for traffic to clear on the other side--back the fuck off! You really wanna cram yourself through the light to sit in traffic on the other side?

Thank you.

Mwahahaha!

I am so an internet genius! Hee hee!

A while back I mentioned to BJ that I'd like to "look into" acquiring a true domain name. A real website, too. He said, "No problem, just tell me what you want." So I did. Last night we sat down and did it. And today, we debut (trumpet fanfare, please!) lippoldtHAUS.com.

After the initial sign-up, tho it was all left to me. A little Blogger, Comcast, goDaddy and HTML tweaking later and we're in business. As silly as it is, I am so proud of myself. I'm definitely more computer savvy than the average person, but living with an uber-PC junkie it's easy to feel inferior. To doubt one's knowledge and abilities in the technological world. I'm glad he forces me to be independent in this stuff.

Thanks, Beej! And welcome home, internet!