Rebellin

So yesterday was my half birthday, and the official one year anniversary of the birth of my website and blog. Woo-hoo! I’m like, a net vetran now! (ha!) Here’s what I had to say back then.

I went to the most annoying meeting today. It started at 7:30 am. That is pure evil to plan a meeting so early. Nonetheless, I woke up at 5:30 so that I could hit the gym before going to the meeting. I showed up at 7:30, and was told that they weren’t sure the meeting was really going to happen.

At 7:50, it was decided that the meeting really should happen (there were 6 people that showed up for it). So then, they started a 45 minute discussion on whether or not we really need to meet on a monthly basis. I kept thinking ‘I woke up early for THIS’?!

Argh. Some people need to get a clue. Schedule the meeting during the day and actually have a plan of action. If not, next time I’m sleeping in!

How’s this for a diagnosis from my periodontist (gum doctor)?!

‘Lynnette presented with chronic adult periodontitis, occusal trauma, and mucogingival defects’.

Come again?

I am currently contemplating the value of a single tooth. Is it really worth $4,000?

I went to the periodontist today, and was told that I’m at risk for losing my furthest back tooth on the upper right hand side. This is what he proposed to save the tooth:

1. A Bone Graph — replace the lack of bone I have back there for the tooth to anchor with. The bone tissue will come from all of three places: me, an organ donor, and a cow. Then, they would inject pig proteins below the tooth to stimulate root tissue to regrow.

2. A Gum Tissue Graph — this would repair the damaged gum tissue around the tooth.

Each procedure costs about $2,000.

On one hand, I’m thinking ‘hell, it’s in the back, and would I really miss it?!’ On the other hand, I’m thinking ‘if I decide to just lose the tooth, it will be too late to go back if I change my mind. Also, what is $4,000 to save a tooth I’ll have for over 70 years?’

Decisions, decisions. My surgery is scheduled for the end of March.

I have a new pet peeve: people talking on cell phones in the gym. There I was this morning, at 6:10 am, trying to wake up while torturing myself on the eliptical machine. They have the morning news on in the cardio room, so I planned on taking my mind off of my tired muscles by concentrating on the news and weather.

But there she was. A skinny, perfectly made up woman on a treadmill (the loudest machine in the gym), jabbering away on her cell phone. Of course, she had to talk loudly to be heard over the damn treadmill. “Did you get my voicemail?” “Blah, blah, blah….” I really hope she was talking to someone on the East Coast, because otherwise, she is a complete freak for calling someone to talk business at 6:00 am.

I glared at her most of the time I was working out (since I couldn’t be entertained by the TV, I was trying to see how oblivious she was — remember that I’m not a morning person!). I had visions of walking up to her, grabbing the phone, and pressing ‘End’, then handing it back to her. If only I had the guts!

[The Man Now Known as The Ex] says that the other YMCA branch we go to doesn’t allow talking on cell phones in the workout areas, but my branch only had the friendly but worthless grandma working the desk. She hardly ever looks up from the morning newspaper to see who is coming or leaving, so there is now way she would have rescued me from the crazy lady with the cell phone this morning.

[The Man Now Known as The Ex] is actually pretty addicted to his cell phone. Working for a casino, he’ll get calls 24 hours a day, and also on his days off. We could be out to eat, or on a ski lift, and he dutifully picks up the phone and cheerfully says ‘This is [The Man Now Known as The Ex]‘.

One day, I’m going to get really fed up with his cell phone, and I will take it away from him and chuck it into his soup or off of the chairlift. Ha!

I’ve had three lucid dreams in my life, and one of them happened this past weekend. A lucid dream is when a dream is so real, you’re convinced whatever you’re dreaming is actually happening to you in reality.

Well, we were staying at the Nugget on Valentine’s Day, and in the middle of the night, I dreamed that there were alligators all around me. I woke up with a start, screamed, and sat up in bed. When [The Man Now Known as The Ex] asked me what was wrong, all I could say was ‘Alligators!’

Need I say how much harrassment I’ve endured because of this incident? [The Man Now Known as The Ex] thinks this tops my last lucid dream, where I thought a spider was decending from the ceiling. This wasn’t your normal spider — it was huge! That night, I leaped out of bed, ran into the kitchen for a flashlight, and searched the room for the spider.

My very first lucid dream was when I was in college, and was home visiting my parents for the weekend. I dreamed that a ghost came into my room, and was lifting up my covers to ‘get me’. That time, I woke up screaming ‘holy sh*t’ repeatedly as I flipped on the lights. I remember Dad came running to my room in his boxers (Lord knows what he thought when I was screaming curse words in the middle of the night.) When I told him about the ghost, he tried to imitate the ghost by lifting up my covers and saying ‘is this what it was doing?’ I don’t know how he managed to keep a straight face that night. I slept with a nightlight for 5 years after that dream.

So now I have alligators to add to ghosts and spiders tormenting me at night. Joy. What next?!

It is my personal opinion that women will not be completely liberated until two evil items are banned from our wardrobes: panty hose and high heels. I, unfortunately, am wearing both today. OK, granted, the combination makes a woman’s legs look great, but I really don’t think it’s worth it.

Panty hose take way too long to put on, are really uncomfortable (expecially the super-evil control tops), and are too fragile for the likes of me. Take today, for example. First thing this morning, I managed to get a hole in my pantyhose about the size of a quarter, that proceeded to run from my calf all the way up my leg. Do you know how white-trash that looks?! And all because my backpack hit my leg as I closed the door to my car. I had to make a run to Walgreens at lunch to buy a new pair for $4.99. What a rip-off! For stockings that already have a few snags from me bumping my leg on the under-side of my desk.

Now high heels, I think, are possibly even more evil than pantyhose. I mean, these damn things can do real physical damage to your feet and your back. Besides, I can’t walk well in them, and am constantly in a struggle to keep up with male counterparts as they stride comfortably along in their loafers. If I can’t even keep up, how the heck am I supposed to get ahead?

I think that we should be able to wear slacks with loafers, but preferrably tennis shoes every day of the week. How many women have you seen that wear their tennis shoes on their way to work, and carry the torture devices (high heels) to put on at work? I’ve seen it too many times. We’d all be in a much better mood if we could just continue to wear the tennis shoes all day long.

Is anyone even reading this?! I went through the trouble to enable comments on this darn site, and have had a total of two people besides myself post comments. Argh!

This has to be one of the best Fridays ever. I got to ski for 1/2 day at Mt. Rose, and then headed into work for the afternoon. The ski was bright blue, the sun shone down, and I got 7 runs in on a weekday. Gotta love it!!!

I’m going skiing again tomorrow with [The Man Now Known as The Ex] and his brother. Have I mentioned lately that I love this place?!

The Safari Club was meeting at the Reno-Sparks Convention Center last week, and on Friday, I had arranged to take some photos of the event for the RenoLakeTahoe.com website. It is the largest convention that comes to town, so I wanted to get some shots of the convention center at its full capacity.

I’ve never seen so many stuffed dead animals in my life. Lions, tigers, and bears (oh, my!), plus a giraffe, elephant, gazelles, zebras, and any other exotic animal you can name. Plus, a plethora of antler wall hangings and chandeliers. It was a glimpse of a lifestyle I’ll never lead, that’s for sure.

The most fun part about my day on Friday, though, was that we got to go up in the rafters/cat-walk above the convention in order to get some ariel type shots. I happened to be wearing a skirt, and am not sure how many hunters got a glimpse up my skirt as I climbed the stairs to the cat-walk. There is this whole maze of cat-walks about 100 feet above the floor of the convention center, and we walked around and took all kinds of pictures. It was really quite something to see such an unusual show from such an unusual vantage point.

Rumor had it that David Hasselhoff and Tom Selleck were at the Safari convention. I kept an eye out for them, as I was tempted to turn my photo shoot into a photo shoot with them. I had visions of getting celebrity endorsements for our convention center. Those visions faded when I didn’t see either one of them. Oh well.