WORK IN PROGRESS
I had recently grown to believe that my life was too monotonous and I too subdued to carry on as Miz BoheMia. But alas, no. The universe seems to quite like me in that role I am afraid. Afraid? Well, I do admit that some things are in my hands and I take full responsibility for them. A half an hour of constant icing of my right hand still has not done the trick of completely removing the ache and the soreness that is bound to plague me as a result... and a deserved one at that... of trying to smack the door with a pack of wipes to make an impression on the laughing boy who ridiculed my anger, nay rage, over the two fresh pieces of, there’s no way around it so sorry, shit that lay fresh on my gabbehs and this right after said boy had been told about the art of defecating and urinating on the potty as previous to the impromptu, yet well-rehearsed (for god knows how many times I have fucking told him), speech the hysterical culprit had urinated on yet another gabbeh... where was I? Oh yeah. The wipes missed the door and my hand, knuckles and all, were smashed with the full force of a mother’s, and a proud Persian rug owner’s, wrath against the door frame... and I teach tonight fuckitall...
... even something as simple as opening the fridge door has its problems. Loverboy, are you listening sweet man? Falling bottles of vinegar, suicidal milk, breakaway shelves, diving pomegranate sauce, splat-worthy tomato sauce and the like are not appreciated so place them in the fridge properly dammit because I clean enough as is and yes, they may have fallen when I opened the fridge door but they were your doing so do not claim otherwise for that would imply that I actually cook and... sorry, I almost peed my pants at the mere thought!
Going to the dentist is definitely not funny and yet everytime I arrive there is much laughter at the sight of me. I can understand. I glanced over at my file and 15 visits since November might make your dentist laugh at you too. Although sobbing might be fitting as well.
There is definitely an infection in that crown. Lucky for you... well, we hope... is that it is on the side of the tooth facing the outside of your gum meaning that we can cut you open and go in and do an inner scraping of the gum. This will hopefully solve the problem and we may be able to spare your tooth. If the problem’s source is at the root, then the crown and what's left of your tooth needs to be removed and we'll be looking at an implant as well as at costly procedures. Fingers crossed, this may turn out to be very good news!
Yeah. Wooh. Watch me jump for fucking joy why don’t ya.
Oh! One more thing… you will definitely need to take antibiotics.
Yeah, speak of cutting my gums open and I remain unmoved, I even laugh at the joke of it all... but talk about antibiotics and watch the tears come rushing out. And then I wonder why they laugh at me! Though come Wednesday, they will have much apologizing to do and revel in it I will.
You see, a decent person would understand that when a patient calls you, two days after taking said devil’s medication, to inform you that the forewarned side effects of diarrhea did not kick in but rather a constipation so severe (and I take laxatives nightly mind you) that she was doubled over in pain, you should actually call her back like you promised. And fuck you if my decision to cut back on the dose may irk you. My body, my control and I will be damned if I ever passively give in to what you wish were orders and what to me are mere suggestions that need much research and multiple second opinions... so keep the fucking drugs to yourself and take this infection out because I am sick of squeezing pus out of my gums, of having to suffer with this fucking crown since December and I will be damned if another chemical enters my body ever again!
Although some people may just need drugs to set themselves straight. Lord knows most of the Spanish population could benefit from a pill popping habit or two.
Hmmm... maybe it’s me, maybe life in the US spoiled me into expecting something of quality or some meat to it all but a bunch of children writhing around on the classroom floor while their teacher brazenly sings aloud and writhes around with the most effort and passion of them all is not my kinda entertainment. And neither is the fat, whispering, shy puppeteer who showed up with what were actually her childhood toys and nothing close to being puppets and just stood there talking for what appeared to be an eternity but was actually a half an hour... oh wait! For 3-year-olds that is an eternity... while the children worked hard to stay awake and the parents even harder to keep from crying. Lil’ Mischief agreed with me, it seemed, because having had enough, 10 minutes into the whole thing... yes, even before the appearance of said fat, adult girl with definite unresolved childhood issues who monotonously took away precious time from my life that I am never to recover... he ran towards us and firmly, stubbornly and very loudly planted himself in his father’s arms and made us so proud that his sense of right and wrong was seriously offended by the expectation that he writhe on the floor like a dying moron suffering from exposure to nerve gas to the background wailing of his teacher, who really needed to be put out of her wailing and gay, as in happy-and-inappropriately-so-so-somebody-do-her-a-favour-and-fucking-shoot-her, mysery...
I thought I had seen it all but hey, stupid me, this is Spain. There is always more. Like a really bad comedy skit, or perhaps the cheesiest of all cheesy B movies, two pirates walked into the class... or a guy with an eye patch, a cheap hat, a plastic sword and a scarf and a girl with similar attire only that her hat was a cowboy hat... yeah, pirates. These pirates stumbled about the class, trying hard to capture the attention of the writhing three-year-old children but here's a tip you fucking morons... words such as businessmen, finances in addition to phrases such as life's a bitch, the daily grind is wearing me down and the like are not going to achieve the desired results!!! But hey, what the fuck do I know because I guess that when in doubt, act drunk and yeah, add insult to injury and ask the spasmic little ones to rise up and join in. What the fuck? Even worse was the applause and laughter that the sight of three-year-olds stumbling about drunkenly, tripping and falling over each other evoked in their parents! In the drunken debauchery of the adult pirates, much sword fighting followed as did talk of gruesome deaths which came to a halting stop when it brought a boy to tears as he shrieked NOO! at the mention of his enemy's bloody death. Did I mention we were dealing with three-year-olds?
Fuck this. I was great at ditching back in college and being a wife and a mother of two was not going to stop me now!
Pssst... Lil' BoheMia! Do you like this at all?
No! I wanna go home! This is really, really stupid!
Ok! Whenever you want to, get up, yell like you've had enough and can't take anymore, and bolt out the door so we can run after you and we can go home!
OK!
She got up and with a huge grin plastered on her face and giggling away she traipsied on out of there. It was hard to look shocked after such a sweet departure but bolt we did. Fuck preschool... well, not without the parting sight of a peasant-talking, cussing, wannabe-fashionista-who-so-wasn't-one-and-would-never-be-even-if-Giorgio-Armani-himself-decked-the-fucker-out father and his huge, look-at-me-and-how-hot-I-think-I-am-and-ooh-watch-how-I-stick-out-my-chest-just-like-a-fucking-gorilla-seeking-attention-from-his-harem women's Chanel glasses with the large, glaring metallic, hard to miss Chanel logos on the sides... yeah.
Well, perhaps a Vedic Hare Krishna wedding of my cousin S... Mr you-are-such-a-fucking-freak-for-a-21-year-old-BoheMia-for-hanging-out-with-those-Hare-Krishna-freaks-every-Sunday-just-because-you-like-to-chant-and-frantically-jump-to-said-chants-instead-of-going-out-and-drinking-it-up-like-you-are-supposed-to but hey, let's give him a break 'cause people change and though his daddy is rich he likes to pretend he is poor and works for his money but did I mention he works for daddy and daddy bought him his house?... to his Pakistani-Spanish fiancee would break the monotony of my life but I guess no one told the script-reading-Hare-Krishna-half-naked-priest who monotonously rambled on for an hour as we guests were busy frying in the sun, staining the attire that actually covered our bodies with fast-dripping... or should I call it streaming?... sweat as we busied ourselves by swatting away at the flies that were in attendance as well while Lil' Mischief held on to me for dear life with his arms and legs wrapped around me as he graced the marrying couple's ceremony with shrieks of AAAAHHHH!!!! It TOUCHED me! AAAHHHH! A FLY! MAAAAAMIIIIII!!!!! I WANNA GO HOME!
Yeah. Happy, happy. But all's well and all will end well if yours truly is provided with an opportunity to chant, barefoot, in a room full of Hare Krishnas enjoying the mounting beat and escalating rhythm that lead a mass of strangers towards a shared, frenetic, frantic dance that break down the barriers set up by our different worlds and so there we were, Iranians, Iranian Danes... or is that Danish Iranians... Spanish, Swedish, Indian, Portuguese, French, you name it we had it, all joined by a simple
And that, my friends, is beautiful.
So no, it seems Miz BoheMia is here to stay but for the days when the girl behind the mask may want to say hi, you can find me here. After so much blue, some pink is simply in order. Be kind. 'Tis a work in progress but hey, aren't we all?
... even something as simple as opening the fridge door has its problems. Loverboy, are you listening sweet man? Falling bottles of vinegar, suicidal milk, breakaway shelves, diving pomegranate sauce, splat-worthy tomato sauce and the like are not appreciated so place them in the fridge properly dammit because I clean enough as is and yes, they may have fallen when I opened the fridge door but they were your doing so do not claim otherwise for that would imply that I actually cook and... sorry, I almost peed my pants at the mere thought!
Going to the dentist is definitely not funny and yet everytime I arrive there is much laughter at the sight of me. I can understand. I glanced over at my file and 15 visits since November might make your dentist laugh at you too. Although sobbing might be fitting as well.
There is definitely an infection in that crown. Lucky for you... well, we hope... is that it is on the side of the tooth facing the outside of your gum meaning that we can cut you open and go in and do an inner scraping of the gum. This will hopefully solve the problem and we may be able to spare your tooth. If the problem’s source is at the root, then the crown and what's left of your tooth needs to be removed and we'll be looking at an implant as well as at costly procedures. Fingers crossed, this may turn out to be very good news!
Yeah. Wooh. Watch me jump for fucking joy why don’t ya.
Oh! One more thing… you will definitely need to take antibiotics.
Yeah, speak of cutting my gums open and I remain unmoved, I even laugh at the joke of it all... but talk about antibiotics and watch the tears come rushing out. And then I wonder why they laugh at me! Though come Wednesday, they will have much apologizing to do and revel in it I will.
You see, a decent person would understand that when a patient calls you, two days after taking said devil’s medication, to inform you that the forewarned side effects of diarrhea did not kick in but rather a constipation so severe (and I take laxatives nightly mind you) that she was doubled over in pain, you should actually call her back like you promised. And fuck you if my decision to cut back on the dose may irk you. My body, my control and I will be damned if I ever passively give in to what you wish were orders and what to me are mere suggestions that need much research and multiple second opinions... so keep the fucking drugs to yourself and take this infection out because I am sick of squeezing pus out of my gums, of having to suffer with this fucking crown since December and I will be damned if another chemical enters my body ever again!
Although some people may just need drugs to set themselves straight. Lord knows most of the Spanish population could benefit from a pill popping habit or two.
Dear Parents,
Please make note of the fact that we here at Land o’ Morons preschool shall be holding your child’s graduation and end of the year ceremonies from 5-7 pm. Each class has planned a special show for their respective parents and your support and attendance is highly encouraged as the children have been hard at work on your behalf. We look forward to seeing you there.
Sincerely,
Idiot Numero Uno
Hmmm... maybe it’s me, maybe life in the US spoiled me into expecting something of quality or some meat to it all but a bunch of children writhing around on the classroom floor while their teacher brazenly sings aloud and writhes around with the most effort and passion of them all is not my kinda entertainment. And neither is the fat, whispering, shy puppeteer who showed up with what were actually her childhood toys and nothing close to being puppets and just stood there talking for what appeared to be an eternity but was actually a half an hour... oh wait! For 3-year-olds that is an eternity... while the children worked hard to stay awake and the parents even harder to keep from crying. Lil’ Mischief agreed with me, it seemed, because having had enough, 10 minutes into the whole thing... yes, even before the appearance of said fat, adult girl with definite unresolved childhood issues who monotonously took away precious time from my life that I am never to recover... he ran towards us and firmly, stubbornly and very loudly planted himself in his father’s arms and made us so proud that his sense of right and wrong was seriously offended by the expectation that he writhe on the floor like a dying moron suffering from exposure to nerve gas to the background wailing of his teacher, who really needed to be put out of her wailing and gay, as in happy-and-inappropriately-so-so-somebody-do-her-a-favour-and-fucking-shoot-her, mysery...
I thought I had seen it all but hey, stupid me, this is Spain. There is always more. Like a really bad comedy skit, or perhaps the cheesiest of all cheesy B movies, two pirates walked into the class... or a guy with an eye patch, a cheap hat, a plastic sword and a scarf and a girl with similar attire only that her hat was a cowboy hat... yeah, pirates. These pirates stumbled about the class, trying hard to capture the attention of the writhing three-year-old children but here's a tip you fucking morons... words such as businessmen, finances in addition to phrases such as life's a bitch, the daily grind is wearing me down and the like are not going to achieve the desired results!!! But hey, what the fuck do I know because I guess that when in doubt, act drunk and yeah, add insult to injury and ask the spasmic little ones to rise up and join in. What the fuck? Even worse was the applause and laughter that the sight of three-year-olds stumbling about drunkenly, tripping and falling over each other evoked in their parents! In the drunken debauchery of the adult pirates, much sword fighting followed as did talk of gruesome deaths which came to a halting stop when it brought a boy to tears as he shrieked NOO! at the mention of his enemy's bloody death. Did I mention we were dealing with three-year-olds?
Fuck this. I was great at ditching back in college and being a wife and a mother of two was not going to stop me now!
Pssst... Lil' BoheMia! Do you like this at all?
No! I wanna go home! This is really, really stupid!
Ok! Whenever you want to, get up, yell like you've had enough and can't take anymore, and bolt out the door so we can run after you and we can go home!
OK!
She got up and with a huge grin plastered on her face and giggling away she traipsied on out of there. It was hard to look shocked after such a sweet departure but bolt we did. Fuck preschool... well, not without the parting sight of a peasant-talking, cussing, wannabe-fashionista-who-so-wasn't-one-and-would-never-be-even-if-Giorgio-Armani-himself-decked-the-fucker-out father and his huge, look-at-me-and-how-hot-I-think-I-am-and-ooh-watch-how-I-stick-out-my-chest-just-like-a-fucking-gorilla-seeking-attention-from-his-harem women's Chanel glasses with the large, glaring metallic, hard to miss Chanel logos on the sides... yeah.
Well, perhaps a Vedic Hare Krishna wedding of my cousin S... Mr you-are-such-a-fucking-freak-for-a-21-year-old-BoheMia-for-hanging-out-with-those-Hare-Krishna-freaks-every-Sunday-just-because-you-like-to-chant-and-frantically-jump-to-said-chants-instead-of-going-out-and-drinking-it-up-like-you-are-supposed-to but hey, let's give him a break 'cause people change and though his daddy is rich he likes to pretend he is poor and works for his money but did I mention he works for daddy and daddy bought him his house?... to his Pakistani-Spanish fiancee would break the monotony of my life but I guess no one told the script-reading-Hare-Krishna-half-naked-priest who monotonously rambled on for an hour as we guests were busy frying in the sun, staining the attire that actually covered our bodies with fast-dripping... or should I call it streaming?... sweat as we busied ourselves by swatting away at the flies that were in attendance as well while Lil' Mischief held on to me for dear life with his arms and legs wrapped around me as he graced the marrying couple's ceremony with shrieks of AAAAHHHH!!!! It TOUCHED me! AAAHHHH! A FLY! MAAAAAMIIIIII!!!!! I WANNA GO HOME!
Yeah. Happy, happy. But all's well and all will end well if yours truly is provided with an opportunity to chant, barefoot, in a room full of Hare Krishnas enjoying the mounting beat and escalating rhythm that lead a mass of strangers towards a shared, frenetic, frantic dance that break down the barriers set up by our different worlds and so there we were, Iranians, Iranian Danes... or is that Danish Iranians... Spanish, Swedish, Indian, Portuguese, French, you name it we had it, all joined by a simple
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna,
Krishna, Krishna,
Hare, Hare.
Hare Rama, Hare Rama,
Rama, Rama,
Hare, Hare.
And that, my friends, is beautiful.
So no, it seems Miz BoheMia is here to stay but for the days when the girl behind the mask may want to say hi, you can find me here. After so much blue, some pink is simply in order. Be kind. 'Tis a work in progress but hey, aren't we all?
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Pink, blue, doesn't matter to me. I'm with you for the whole ride Miz B...the whole ride.
genius! having l'il BoheMia bolt like that was pure, unadulterated genius!! (actually, joel did something similar at the wedding we went to over the weekend...hee hee)
speaking of weddings... the one you attended sounds ever-so-much-more-interesting! chanting? dancing? sounds pretty cool, girlfriend! as for the sweat? well, we were outside too, so i hear ya (joel was in a suit... and it was oh-so-hot)
now, aside from the hell you're in with your teeth (come here and we will get you to a PROPER dentist!!) here's a link to an amazing all natural product terri turned us on to, that will rid you of your... uh... constipation problem *forever*. seriously, this is beyond amazing... and if you'd like, i'll be happy to send some to ya. but read up on it first, so you know what you're getting yourself into! i swear it's amazing. and it won't mess up your system. trust me, you'll enjoy the dancing so much more when your tummy doesn't hurt!
lovelovelove this post! AND YOU!!! hope your class went well tonite, despite your tooth (teeth? gums? i can't stand you're having these problems!!!) take care of yourself, dear Miz B... and keep your lovely writings coming, too! i'm SO proud of you for starting that new site... and i hope it becomes a powerful outlet for your BoheMian "Pink" side!
MUCH LOVE to you, beautiful one!! xoxoxoxox
Pretty neat getting Lil' BoheMia to get you out of there. I have to remember that trick. ;)
Most of my life I've dreamt about teeth problems. When I look up what it means, it's never good. But then again, what dream analysis ever is?
"I had recently grown to believe that my life was too monotonous and I too subdued to carry on as Miz BoheMia."
Perish the thought Miz B...perish the thought!!
I applaud your creativity and innovation in dealing with the horror that was the kid program...the ploy was straight out of our playbook for sure. We don't do well with boredom which means we avoid, when ever possible, weddings, meetings, kid programs, graduations, etc., like the plague itself.
Oh and congratulations in a very big way on the new site! Another outstanding success.
they had the kids acting drunk?! At a school play? oh can you even imagine what would have happened if that was here in the States?
This pink site, it's not going to replace this one is it? Must make sure I can find my friend, MizBoheMia : )
You and Lil B are such a great team... what fun and crazy antics are to be had by the two of you. I read your last post and was about to comment, when some one at work distracted me from writing...jerks, how dare they expect me to work while I am reading blogs!! I have a quadroped law in my home...if it has more than 4 legs and is crawling on my walls, it must die. Hmmm, perhaps i should think twice about getting my mail in just my chonies and unkept hair. ;)
oh geeze...carpet pooping, the teeth, the hand, everything else, and to top it off an idiotic school program put on by idiotic idiots idiotically! lord how i used to dread them. sending you strong anti-idiot planet waves
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
(planet wave sound effect)
eek about the carpet meets feces event.
good luck with your teeth- and...and antibiotics ARE evil, glad i didn't have to tell you...
and i'm glad you're watching what they are doing to the kids and not sitting back and nodding in your stupor...good for you also for enlisting your progeny in your escape...
the wedding sounds...sweaty....but what a soft landing...
Oh Poobah! You are indee a sweet, sweet Omnipotent being and bohemians everywhere simply adore you!
Neva~ Oooh! What did your wise hubby do? Pray do tell! Sounds like you may have a delish post on your hands!
It dragged on in the beginning but it really was fun! I LOVE the dancing and jumping that accompanies the Hare Krishnas chanting! Good times indeed! And Oy! I do NOT envy men having to wear suits! Not at all!
Oooh! I will definitely check that link out tonight when the kids are tucked away in bed and Loverboy can read along with! Thank you, thank you my dear Neva! I really am having a hard time emotionally at the thought of getting off these damn laxatives because it really is painful to not go! My wish is a simple one and my dreams of #2 should not be so hard to achieve! *sigh* So anything that may give me hope is welcome! THANK YOU!!!
I am glad you liked this latest post and thank you for your sweet support of the new place! It is still in the experimental stages and I am excited to see what may come out for the pink!
Neva, I just LOVELOVELOOOOOVEEEE YOU and hope you have a beautiful week, a beautiful everything because everything in your life must be beautiful and here's to YOU! Besos!!!
Kat~ Hey, I figure that after giving birth to them we should be able to use them for such moments to our benefit!
Janet~ Feel lucky! To dream of teeth problems comes nowhere close to having them so enjoy!!
Joel You guys ain't kindred spirits for nothing! I could only imagine all of us at a boring event! It would be fun to come up with a ploy to leave! Oooh! ;-)
Thank you for the sweet words on the new place! Hope it grows well!
VG~ I know! Can you imagine? That is exactly what I told Loverboy! Even more reason to bail!
Oh no my friend no! Miz B can be quite the handful I am afraid and I simply needed a place where the quieter side of me could thrive! ;-)
Leigh~ YAY! It is my chica! You are too kind with them insects! I care not for any legs! Insect? Then DIE it must! Hmmm... and then I call myself an animal loving vegetarian?
Oooh! A chonie clad surfer girl? No, no, nooo! Do NOT change! Sizzlin' fo sho!
FN~ Ooooh! I am soakin' in them I tell you! Love me them waves! Gracias!
jromer~ Oooweeee! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! Just lovin' your comment!
we're talking shit now?
this site is turning dirty. perhaps you should link in with some of those fetish sites.
*ziggy smirks*
baci for a bella
toilet 'learning' is fun huh? hang in there Miz B, the end is in sight. It gets easier.
thanks for the link to the pink!
yes we are all a work in progress. Good for you for bailing.
I would miss you if you left us, but bailing on the graduation. ;)
Ziggy~ Accidental shit! Mon Dieu! Me? At a fetish site! OH THE HORROR! Well, unless it deals with football butts. Hmmm, hmmm good! Hey, gotta work on keeping an open mind, no?
I bet you have a delightful smirk! Oooh! Baci? Bella?
You sweet talker you! Besos para un sol de hombre!
Kyahgirl~ Ugh! Lil' BoheMia being so good with it spoiled us! All we had to do was tell her that if she wanted to go to school she had to pee in the potty. End of story. She did and left diapers behind that very same day! This one? He finds shit on my rugs hysterical!
Hope you like the pink!
Smurf~ No worries my dear. Miz BoheMia is way too loudmouthed, brash and in love with all this attention to leave! *sigh* So yeah, more work for me! ;-P
your child is awesome but take care of that infection. The only problem with teeth is that if you really have a bacterial infection it can end up going systemic as the teeth or the mouth is the gateway to the rest of the body. A friend of mine once had a dental infection and ended up with myocarditis. That will wreck your heart for ever ...
Love the pink place.
You know, cooper makes a good point. I once had a repeated infection in the root of one of my front teeth and the dentist treated it as a serious medical issue because its actually so close to the brain (the roots of the teeth, the sinuses, etc.) Can you ask for a different antibiotic?
My word!
Why do those preschool teachers try to make up for not making the cut at auditions for the high school plays for the rest of their lives...let it go!
What is the deal with your chompers miz b?
Bravo for even stting through the blistering wedding. I would have yelled HARE UP ALREADY!!
Woohoo on the pink! Have you ever heard the song Think Pink by the Fabulous Poodles??
Another zany zig zag tour in Bohemia...such fun.
Cooper Glad you like the pink place and the kid to boot! ;-)
The infection! yeah, I just went to the dentist and had the inside of my gum scraped and quite a few stitches so "bitchy" is the least of my problems on this fine, sunny day! Don't worry, I definitely am on it!
Kyahgirl~ The antibiotics have done nothing to help and have given me quite the shitty (or lacking thereof) side effects. Plus, unless you get to the source of the infection they do nothing but rid your body of the symptoms while doing nothing to heal it and rid it of the source. Thank you for your concern my dear friend!
HE~ No I have not hear that song! But what a fab title! Glad you liked the new place!
As for the rest... just more tidbits of life in this here place called Spain! *sigh* As for my chompers, beats me! I am emotionally drained today on the whole thing. Tomorrow I hope to be back in biting form! BACK I SAY! Fo sho!
I have missed so much during my absence in the blogosphere! I don't know where to start, so I simply am going to say I missed you!
I like the pink too.
Gosh... I almost started to cry when I thought you were hanging up your blogging shoes.... THANK GOODNESS FOR PINK! :)
Love the pics, btw... Is that you in one of the pics holding on to your little one?
Came via the delightful yet evil Minx - and I'm glad I did
Miz B. better be here to stay!!!
Sorry about your tooth - that sucks. Whenever I have to take antibiotics, I make sure to eat at least one serving of yogurt every day - the active cultures in the yogurt help guard the intestinal tract from the adverse affects of the antibiotics. Give it a try?
(((hugs)))
If your life was any other way, it wouldn't be YOURS! :)
Cowgirl~ I missed you too! It is not the same without you claiming your spot as first! Hope all is going well my dear! Glad you like the pink!
Shayna~ Coming from you, that means a lot and yes, thank goodness for pink! I would miss you all too much to stay away! Bottom line!
Man you have a good eye! Yes, that is me and my son!
Deadly Female~ Glad and honored that you did! Welcome! Have a glass of milk and make yourself at home!
Laurie~ I am my friend, I am! Great advice on the yoghurt! I have been doing that although Loverboy prefers I take kefir as it has even more cultures to build my flora back up but it tastes too milky (hate milk) so I am sticking to yoghurt! I called another dentist and they had me lower the dose so I am ok though ecstatic because tonight is the last night. Hugs right back at ya!
Dan~ You know it brotha! Fo sho!
ooh, the pictures are new... how beautiful... you have so much culture... that is so awesome... wow
Nothing better than that moment of truth when your dear sweet child realizes that they are in cahoots with you. Excellent exit- excellent post (nobody captures the rightful disdain against such imbiciles better than you). Loved the pics and I like the idea of barefoot chanting - especially at a wedding. Take care of your health :)
Smurf~ Thank you my friend! Yeah, this was the first time we had a Vedic wedding in the family! It was quite fun once the chanting began!
G~ Thank you my dear! Yes, it all makes for some interesting times to say the least! As for my teeth, last night I took my l ast antibiotic and my gums have been scraped and are all stitched up! Now I just have to cross my fingers and hope for no more infections and I shall be good to go! Well, until something else creeps up on me! *sigh* Oh well!
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