Monday, February 17, 2014

DENTIST

You guys.  I legitimately love the dentist.  It's one of the few situations in my life where I feel like I can accept and take any and every compliment given to me.  

Today the lady cleaning my teeth asked me, "You floss, don't you?" and I told her I do my best.  She said she could tell. BAM.

Then she asked me if I used an electric toothbrush...I said no (old school).  She was flabbergasted.  She told me I was a real good brusher.  BAM.

Lastly, she commented on how I must have had braces.  Nope.  Triple whammy.  BAM.

And to top it off, they had marshmallow flavored toothpaste.  And it was good.  Slash I want it now for my every day life.

These are the reasons I love the dentist.



Thursday, February 13, 2014

Haircut

So I got my haircut last Saturday.  I've been needing one pretty bad, and Saturday I had some time so I called around to a few places and booked an appointment for whatever salon had the next available opening.

Turned out a salon just down the street was the winner!  They had an opening a mere 20 minutes after I called.


I hadn't decided what I wanted to do with my hair, I just knew that something had to be done.  I've been having a lot of anxiety with the lack of change in my life, so a big part of me just wanted to chop it all off. 



Jane had other ideas.



I walked in to a petite Asian woman ready to cut my hair.  But wait!  The first thing she said to me was that she was hard of hearing (she seemed pretty deaf) and could only hear me if she was directly looking at my face.  Perfect! I thought this meant I wouldn't have to endure awkward salon conversation where I pretend to reveal personal information about myself but really just make most of it up because I don't open up to strangers-they open up to me.  Alas, this did not deter her from talking...for pretty much the whole time.  


Then Jane asked me what I wanted done with my hair.  I told her I wasn't sure and thought we could have a conversation about a couple possibilities.  You know, with usual questions like "how much time do you spend on it every morning?" or mention of my face shape.  No, she went right for the jugular.  "Are you married, single, dating?" ..."um, single"..."OHH then we must keep it long.  Long layers.  Men like layers!"

Silly Jane, if only it were that simple.  

The rest of the time I was sitting in that chair, Jane was talking to me about eharmony.com and all the men she met on there.  The one guy she has gone out with her a couple times really, really seems to like her, but she doesn't want to commit to him.  She wants to see what else is out there!  Her first marriage only ended two years ago, after all.  She deserves some freedom.

In the end, she did cut my hair into long layers and then teased it into oblivion.  So that's good.  Also, I can write her entire biography.  

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Some Important Things

The last month has flown by, and I have some pretty good updates for you to enjoy.

Also, I just washed my car and I exerted a lot of energy doing that, so forgive me if I make mistakes typing.  

(fun fact: i got home from work not more than 15 minutes ago and I am already not wearing pants)
(good day great day)

So, one of my 'tough' students was trying to hold the door closed the other day, preventing some girls from entering the classroom.  I went up and easily opened the door.  Not missing an opportunity to rub this in his face (i'm a good teacher), I told him "Don't even try-I'm so much stronger than you".  This eventually led to us arm wrestling to prove the strongest of them all.  He was immediately disappointed when he lost to me (twice) but today he declared that he wasn't trying all the way.  Yeah yeah...whatever, kid. I am the champion. 
 I need this win. 

It was pretty cold last Wednesday.  And somehow, the heating went out in our school.  Which meant school was cancelled!  It was a glorious day.  My coworkers and I decided we couldn't go a day without seeing each other, so we met up for some brunch and shopping, split up for awhile, and reconvened for some pho for dinner.  Pho is delicious.  The restaurant was packed that night, and we ended up sharing a large table with another party.  They were a little bit more...interesting...than us, and Mark, the larger gentleman with long hair and hippie-like exclamations, was very generous, even sharing his chicken with us.  Turns out Mark owns a karaoke business.  Turns out Mark is my new best friend.  
(ok not yet, but he will be).

Also, this happened, which is a real reason for a sadness in my heart:

Seriously one of the saddest days in recent history.  Why, Peyton, why??

But then this was a pretty accurate quiz result.  Thanks, internet, for being so true.