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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.

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 ...

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, t...