The Emotion's explain it all...

Ok lovelies,

It's Thursday so I am once again doing the twitter hop...

Why you may ask?

Because I have met some really neat people on twitter and found

them to also be some awesome bloggers.

Unfortunately if someone drops by from the twitter hop

today please don't judge my post as the norm...

Take a look around because today's blog is how I am feeling in pictures.

I was suppose to get a cap on one of my teeth that wasn't doing so well.

But as you can see, I am scared of the dentist. 

Yes, I am a mother of two boys and no I didn't have either one

by C-setion. So I can handle the pain. It's just the pain in 

my mouth I can't handle.

Every since my tooth started breaking off in chunks on Tuesday

I have been having small amounts of tears followed by the never ending

feeling that I am going to throw up!

So this leaves you with my final thoughts.

If I sound crazy tonight on twitter or if you see me and I have my tongue hanging

out like a dog, it is not do to the Texas heat. It is because

I obviously won't be feeling the whole left side of my face!

By for now my loves!!!

Go check out the ladies and follow them on twitter...
Oh, and you best be following me too!! :)

Dentist is a four letter word...

Hey all....

Hope everyone is having a good week.

Unfortunately my week didn't start out as well as

I would of liked it to. I have so much going on with

my cousin coming in for the fourth and then our vacation

on the eighth. The last thing I need right now is to have

teeth issues. Yeah, I know what your saying...

what's the big deal?

The big deal is I am totally and completely petrified of Dentists.

Literally, I sit in the chair and before he even enters the room I start

to tremble and I have been know to shed a few tears from time to time.

I don't cry ... ever!

So as you can see this is not a comforting thought at all.

I am able to go to the dentist on Thursday afternoon so that

is a plus however, I have to think about it for 48 hours and the pain in my 

tooth that is now half gone is bearable but it still is the principle that

I am going to have to go to the dentist. What's worse  is I seriously think the

guy was insinuating the last time I was there that I was on drugs.

Like illegal drugs. Not sure if he was meaning meth or what because

I just wanted to get out of there so bad. Then the thought and embarrassment that

the man thought I was on illegal drugs was over the top! To much for me to handle.

I did blog about the last visit. You can read it here! So you will better understand
why I do not want to go back.

The kicker of the whole thing is that the crater that needed a crown,
that obviously decided to crumble apart while I was eating one of my favorite
things of all time. My Dr Pepper jelly beans from Bass Pro.
Can you believe that! Ugh. If you missed last weeks post about Dr Pepper
you can check that out here!
There is nothing I want more on a trip to Bass Pro than my
Dr Pepper Jelly Belly jelly beans!!

So much for having something cute and witty today.
All I can say is HOLY BAT BALLS!
I do not have time for this!

From Pluto to Jail

 Sitting in the dentist chair this morning daydreaming, 

and the jerk has the nerve to tell me I have several cavities

 and a crater the size of Pluto!  

The Planet damn it, not the frigging star. 

"Who does he think he is" I brush my teeth like a good girl.

 I even floss, well when crap is stuck and the toothpick won't reach it. 

But seriously, who flosses daily?

Root Canal.... What the  #?*! is he talking about?

Teeth decaying! Decay "that's what dead things do"  

As I start praying "lord help me" 

My hands start trembling and I feel the back of my neck start to sweat. 

"Oh God give me strength" 

OMG, I'm gonna have a damn anxiety attack!

 I can't breath. "Oh no" 

 I've been cussing and praying at the same time Sweet Jesus I am hyperventilating! 

All I could think of is my husband at work, 

getting a phone call from the police department,

  I had flipped out and beat the crap out of the dentist.

 Holy bat balls!

 If I go to jail I want to go down for a bar room brawl. 

Or something much classier, say embezzlement. 

Only problem with embezzlement, I always have to call the bank to reset my password. 

That won't work. UGH...

Where was I?

Oh yeah Root Canal! 

 I'm starting to surface, getting a grip of myself 

then I notice that the dentist is looking  at me a little odd and very cautious. 

As I zone back into reality...

I notice he's talking drugs.

 Woo-Hoo. He's gonna give me drugs for the pain! 

Yes!  Drugs... huh? what the #?*!

Balling my eyes out, I call to get comfort from my husband.

"Honey, I have a cavity and need a root canal and crown."

Like any supportive husband he tells me

"Oh baby, it'll be ok, 

there is no need for tears"

Which of course leads me to blubber more  

"my teeth are decaying and the dentist thinks I am on drugs!

Illegal drugs!"

 Of course he got me to stop crying by his lovely comment...

"YOU'LL KEEP YOUR TEETH THOUGH?"

 " Right?"

Gigi