Wednesday, May 25, 2011

No teeth were harmed in the making of this post...except one.



Let me preface this post by thanking the staff of Dr. John Roeder, and Dr. Roeder himself! What a peach.



       Let’s face it, everyone likes going to the dentist. Right? The smell and taste of latex gloves in your mouth, the melodic high-pitched screeeeee of drill against tooth, and let’s not forget the needles; ah nothing better than a needle in the mouth. (Except maybe trying to pull a racquetball out of your nose like Arnold Schwarzenegger in Total Recall)


                                                             "Yeeeaaarrrrggggggg!!!!"



So you can imagine how excited I was to get a cavity filled the other day. Yes!

Since I’d never been to this particular dentist before I decided to have a little fun. 

This is what my normal smile looks like:


                                                                 Wow! Jay Leno chin.


But THIS is what I looked like when I entered the office:



                                                                     Cue the banjo music


Now, I have to tell you that I probably didn't need to drive to the dentist's office wearing those amazing Halloween teeth, but I must highly recommend it. Especially if your having a bad day because it's impossible not to crack-up at the faces of the people in the cars next to you. Might I even suggest hanging out at a bus stop, perhaps with a chicken bone hanging out the side of your mouth? (Let me know if you'd like me to do that one and I'll film it and blog it!)  

Everyone tries to be so polite by looking away, but how can a dentist not look at their patients' teeth? 
They CAN'T! Ha!

The dental assistant was totally on board and she volunteered to take the pictures while I sat in the chair trying not to smile. 

He walked in mid sentence:

                                                                "Mmmrrruuuuu??"

                                                               Doctor is not amused

I thought for a moment, "Why am I trying to insult a guy who is about to put a bunch of pointy, sharp, metal objects into my mouth hole?" 

But then...a chuckle emerged:

                                                          Ok. Good times...good times.

A dentist with a sense of humor...Rare. Thank you goddess Dentine!
Actually, now that I think about it, it was his suggestion that I don't need any shots for numbing or anything...Hmmm. And it did last longer than expected, and he also put his foot on my chest for what he called "leverage". (Ok the last one is a lie)

So here's the video...it's actually easier than one might think to film one's own dental filling. you should try it.

Look at the cool sunglasses they give you to wear.


So, I know I look as cool as a cucumber, (especially in the sunglasses). But I felt like Arnold again...why does he plague me so?

                                                                  "Yeeeaaarrrrggggggg!!!!"

So, all in all, it was a pretty good way to spend a Tuesday in my book. And I will resist the lame, "I'll be back" joke, but I would totally go back to him. Dr. Roeder was a really good sport, he even suggested that I surprise the next dentist by showing up with Oreo cookie mouth. 
Not bad Dr. Roeder.








Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy Mother's Day

Levi Johnston's mother visited Abbey Green today!

Note the bumper sticker she has on her car to taunt Sarah Palin:
                                           Oh Mrs. Johnston, you so saucy!

So sorry Scott Silverberg


Let me skip all the tumbleweed, tornados, and exhaustion and jump 4000 miles right to the present; West Chester, PA, and the charmingly, eclectic Irish Village of Abbey Green. (Well, they call themselves an Irish Village, but it’s much more a multi-colored, motor lodge efficiency with a little Irish retail store attached to the end.)

Now, when I think of an Irish Village, this is what comes to mind...

                                                                  Kiss me Blarney stone!



But THIS is the Pennsylvania version:


                                                                    "Kiss my grits!"
                                                      (note Flo in the light blue sweater) 

It’s surrounded by a highway at one end and miles of trees and hills that wind down into West Chester University. On Saturday, I decided that the dog needed some exercise, so we headed out toward the hills. 
We were having a grand 'ole time, me chucking the ball, and Bean, (the dog) leaping fearlessly over bushes and shrubs and deftly catching the ball in her mouth. Now, mind you it was Saturday...graduation day for West Chester University...I could hear it echoing in the valley, but it seemed far away.

It seemed far away...I don't have pictures for what happened next, so I made some extremely crude drawings to help reenact the events.

I saw a large shrub and thought it'd be a great idea to chuck the ball over it to see if Bean could make the jump...

She did...right into the 2011 graduating class of West Chester University.


                                                       Weeeeee! "Get the ball Bean!"

Just as the master of ceremonies was announcing the next name to cross the stage, Bean jumped between rows "A" and "B". 



I'm pretty sure he was saying, "Scott Silverberg!", but what came out was, "Scott Siverberrrr....Whaa?!" With me finishing the sentence by yelling "BEAN!".

I didn't even wait for the dog, I just took off. Eeeep! (Yes, I will abandon you too if we are in an embarrassing situation...I'll admit it)

So, one of the most important and proud moments of Scott Silverberg's life is forever imprinted with the memory of his name being called: "Scott Siver-BEAN!"

You're welcome Scott...your welcome.