This past Tuesday, my son went for his 1st ever dentist appointment. As soon as I pulled into the parking lot, I kind of had one of those gut feelings that I wouldn't like the place.

The building is located on a really busy street (Pelham Road) and there is a one way entrance and exit. It's an awkward turn to get in from the other side of the street. Once you get into the parking lot, you have to walk up a good flight of steep stairs to get to the front door of the office which faces above mentioned busy street. Mind you, all the while carrying a purse, diaper bag and a cranky 22lb kid. Once you get into the office, the age really shows. The lobby/waiting room is decorated in a nautical/sea theme, with the walls painted with beach scenes and lots of boat paraphernalia. It's small with really low ceilings and really crappy lighting. A nice fish tank was against the wall, unfortunately it looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a while.

After we got all the paperwork done and sat waiting, I realized Nikkos was in dire need of a diaper change. Full on stank action going. So, I take him to the bathroom where I discover that they don't have any type of changing table and no type of wipes or anything. The wipes I wasn't too concerned about even though I realized I didn't have any in his diaper bag (oops, bad mommy!), I could always substitute wet paper towels or toilet paper. But the changing table really pissed me off. This is an office which is geared towards children, hence the "pediatric" in their name. Their office recommends that children be seen as soon as they have teeth.. yet they don't gear the office towards having any of these children. Not to mention, when we finally got called back, the exam room was more of the same - nothing for children! One of the fluorescent lights had a cover with balloons on it and a small TV in the corner. Um, excuse me, I want something like this going on.

The dentist and the hygienist were everything I could hope for. They were very nice, nice to Nikk and very informative. But the office just freakin' wigged me out! My best friend takes her two kids to the Dr Muncy (same link as above) and I think I'm going to switch. Yup. I think so.

But anyway, Nikkos did horribly. Which was expected. As soon as the hygienist tried to put the little napkin on a string around his neck he just looked at her and said, "no" and wasn't going to have anything to do with that purple napkin. I had to play with it a bit and then he allowed me to put it under his chin. I had to sit in the dental chair and he sat on my lap. That wasn't so bad until they wanted to start actually looking in his mouth because they had to recline us back. I had to hold his legs so he didn't kick them in the face, regardless of how much I kind of wanted to let go just to see how good of a whack he could give her. So, she cleaned his 6 little teeth, how she got in there and out without getting bitten is a mystery to me! She even put a little fluoride on a q-tip and got his teeth his first dose of fluoride!

Then we had to sit and wait for the dentist. Which took forever, and the entire time Nikkos is just waving to the hygienist and saying "Bye Bye". Yeh, Mommy wanted to go bye bye, too.

Dentist makes his entrance and he inspects his teeth and informs me that he has some of his molars coming in, so expect a fever, diarrhea and irritability. He obviously hasn't been in my house for the last 5 months! But it was nice to know there was an actual reason for it all.We go over the standard questions. Does he use a bottle? No. Does he use a cup? Um, well if he doesn't use a bottle, I didn't realize there was anything else he could use but a cup. (Apparently that was a statement that took the dentist by surprise because he paused for a moment before moving on without changing expressions). Does he use a pacifier? No. Does he suck his thumb? No. Does he drink juice? Yes. Does he go to bed with a cup? Yes. Does he drink juice in his cup at bedtime? No, and I can simplify the next few questions, he goes to bed with a cup of water and he doesn't drink juice for at least an hour prior to bedtime. (apparently that wasn't a welcomed answer either). Have you introduced a toothbrush? Yes, and since he turned 1, he's been "brushing" his teeth twice a day, although the definition of brushing should be read as, sucking the baby toothpaste and chewing on the bristles. I can manage a few good brushes on either one of his sets of teeth before he pulls away. I mean really, when you look at it, my kid is really on his way to having great dental hygiene! I was expecting to get a gold star sticker or something from the dentist after those A+ answers (and I didn't even have to cheat!). But all I got was, "very good.. we'll schedule his next appointment." Um, hello! That's it?

Whatever, your office sucks!

I believe we are on an irreversible trend toward more freedom and democracy - but that could change. - Dan Quayle

Gangsta MLB HatsWhy not? Gangsta's need hats too! And why make them create their own when you can just sell it to them and then the gangsta can save his money that he would be buying an extra bandabba and put it towards something better, like weed or guns!
Why Amy? Why? Must you follow Britney's lead in this dance of career suicide?
Paris, Lindsay and Britney DO make the airhead trifecta!Oh wait, add Nicole and we've got the fabulous four!

BookCrossing - The World's Biggest Free Book Club - Catch and Release Used Books

I had to share this site with my friends (that means YOU!) because I absolutely love the concept behind it. I mean, hello! Book Karma! Although, sadly all of my books I've released have yet to get "caught", I'm still holding out hope that one day I'll get notified that someone journaled an entry for my one.

Granted, they probably didn't catch my book because I only really release the ones not worth keeping!

I'm a complainer. I can usually find something to complain about regardless of the situation. However, one thing I can't complain about, Saturday I spent the day shopping! I wish I could go out and do a whole wardrobe replacement, however I'm sure my bank account thanks me for showing some restraint. I was standing in my closet this morning, perusing my clothes and I realized that regardless of my lack of fashion sense, I do have someone of a style. Granted, probably not one that's in fashion right about now, but hey, it's mine damn it. So, I think I'm slowly going to enhance that style. See, currently I am very casual at work because frankly, our boss doesn't enforce our dress code. However, now that I'm no longer doing the down-and-dirty work of tech support and am sitting at a desk behind a very big monitor all day, I'd like to dress a little more "position appropriate". I have business casual to business style clothing, I just never really choose to wear them here, primarily because every time I did, I would get asked if I had a job interview line up that day. Frankly, at most of my other jobs (minus when I was working in a head end of the cable company where I was working on servers all day), I was dressed very business like and since I've stopped, some of my heels just haven't seen the light of day. And why have a pair of great shoes if you never wear them, right? Right. So, slowly, I will be converting my work wear into clothes that I don't wear on the weekends as well.

I'm a person who rarely has middle ground on things. I either love it or I hate it. I love Jen Lancaster, she's hysterical and she's smart. I hate Stephen King, it's not that he's a bad writer, it's just he's over rated. I love primping and pampering myself. I hate most other girls who like primping and pampering because they are the ones that are usually skinny, with great hair and nails and have rich husband, so they never have to work. I love Japanese food. I hate Indian food. See, I'm pretty cut and dry with my tastes.

So, what does this all have to do with anything, I'm sure you're asking?

Well, being a woman and all (yes, I burp and fart but I am, in fact a woman), I realized that I am quick to judge what I like (or love) and what I dislike (or hate) pretty quickly. That may or may not be a good thing, depending on how each individual situation turns out. For example, I'm sure that by reading one Stephen King book and realizing that his writing is just a little better than other's I've read, yet for some reason he is king-of-all-books, and then declaring that I hate him and therefore I will not read anymore of his books.. has probably caused me to miss out on some really good books. However, on the other hand, by trying a plate of Indian food and promptly spitting it back out (What? I made sure no one saw!) and swearing I'll never eat another bite of Indian food again has probably saved me from having to gag through testing more Indian food until I actually found something that I like, and not to mention the money I've probably saved!!

So the moral of this story is, judgement may not be a good thing all the time, but for the most part it may save you money and embarrassment of hurling on your shoes.

You know you're an addict when you take every free second you have while at work and relentlessly click your refresh button to see if they've updated your favorite Big Brother spoiler site.

Yup, that was me today.

I'm sad to say, I am in fact an addict. Since discovering the spoiler sites and how fast the feeds are put up on YouTube, I am in-fact an addict and I can't live without knowing what's happening in that fake house, with those fake people, living their fake life on TV... every single minute that it's going on.

Must finish blog. Must click refresh.

Welcome to blogger land, Jonna. By the way, let's start off this wonderful event with a full blown fever that knocks you out of your tube socks!
I haven't been feeling well over the last week or so but I've more or less just been trying to ignore the whole thing. I mean really, being sick is just really incovenient for me. See, I'm a mommy and a wife and this means being sick is not an option for me. I'm allowed to tend to the sick, I'm allowed to feel back for the sick but myself, I am not allowed to be sick. Well, until today.

When you find me in bed, next to my ever-so-loving hubby in nothing but an old t-shirt, grannie panties and black striped tube socks, believe me, it's not some kind of kinky dress up thing going on. If that's not enough, but I tend to cry when sick. A lot. Wrapped in my comforter, crying. All the while my husband trying to ever so gently dab my head with a cold wet wash cloth. It's really a sad sight. It really is heart wrenching, almost like one of those "Feed the Children" commercials.

Well, after spending the night alternating between sweating like a pig in heat and shivering profusely and wrapping up in every available covering within hands reach (including pillows, stuffed animals and I think I tried covering with my husband once), I think I'm okay now. I've been slightly feverish today, but overall I'm not feeling like a deathwish just awaiting arrival.

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