My Kid Fell Asleep in the Back

Okay, so these pictures weren't taken today, but they are pictures of a sleeping Remy. I mean, I could take one right now (she's sleeping), but she's in one of her two favorite positions: curled up in a tight ball on her pillow with her tail covering her nose. (See picture to the right.)

Instead, I give you a picture of her sleeping in the car on the way home from Texas on Mother's Day.


The toll booth operator that I gave my money to wished me a happy Mother's Day because I had a "little one" in the back.

That was kinda cute.

Seriously, I have a hundred of these. Dog owners shouldn't have cameras. They take more pictures of dogs than children, I am sure of it. (Kids just aren't as cute, no matter how you slice it. Fur makes for better pictures, hands down.)


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It's Not Raining!

I thought she had to pee because she wanted to go out so badly. Turns out, it was to sunbathe.


She's kooky. I like her a lot.


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Something I Won't Keep Up With

While in Texas visiting the parental units, I was talking to my mom about how most of my pictures are of the dog. This isn't unusual for dog owners, but most of my pictures are of my dog sleeping.

I joked that I was going to start posting a different picture of Remy sleeping every day. So, here is one of those pictures of a sleeping Remy.


She's so crazy. I don't know how that is comfortable, but it sure is cute.


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Tagged by Randomness

Sam has tagged me to post seven random facts or habits about myself and post them. So, here they are. You can do this if you so wish, as I am not tagging others.

1. I've somehow earned the reputation at work for being an above average writer, which means that I'm several different people's favorite person to complete peer reviews on their reports. (This is probably also because I return them in a timely manner.) This means a whole lot more paper work than I was doing six months ago. I actually love that I'm respected on a professional level for my meager writing skills, even if I don't think I quite deserve it.

2. I eat in so little that I can go practically a whole month without taking out my garbage or doing the dishes.

3. Every time I come home, leave the apartment, or let Remy back inside, I immediately deadbolt the door. I never have to check the locks before bed because they are always locked if I'm inside. That's how certain I am that the doors are always locked. If you've ever walked into my apartment after knocking on the door, it's because you were an invited guest and I knew you were coming. Feel special that I thought to unlock the door for you.

4. I check my alarm at the very least four times before I feel safe enough to go to bed and actually have it go off the next morning.

5. I will move my car to be closer to my door (even if it's already been parked awhile) if the space by the sidewalk opens up. I will even back into the space so that I can walk right to the driver's door and pull out of the space in the morning without having to back up. Somehow, mornings that start this way are always better than other mornings where I have to walk farther to my car or back out of a parking space.

6. I separate my silver change from pennies, except for the random coins in my car. And the Styrofoam cup I have at work that I use to walk around saying, "Change? Change?" while impersonating the homeless on South Park.

7. I'm sad when Remy decides to sleep in another room or on the floor after I've called her up on my bed. I've become very attached to her in six months and take it as a personal insult when she leaves… even if it's because I accidentally kicked her in the head while I was sleeping.

So... there's seven. Relatively boring, I guess, and quite possibly stuff you already knew. But, I can't help it, I'm not all that interesting.


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Oral Fixation

I know I didn't update after the dental visit and that's mostly because it was amazingly good news.

After 21 years without an office visit, probably poor brushing habits, and constant sugary soda intake, I still had absolutely no cavities. I was shocked and thrilled.

Meanwhile, I do have a severe jaw issue. Well, I did at the time, but it's gotten better. I've always had a clicking in my jaw where the mandible gets caught up on the condyles, and something got displaced in there, locking my jaw in a slightly open position. I could open my jaw to different degrees, but never completely close it. And so, the dentist visit was scheduled.

The reason for this was tightness in the muscles of my jaw, neck, and shoulders which is caused by clenching my teeth all the time. Now, I too did not believe that I clenched my teeth all the time, but after the dentist brought it to my attention, I realized that I do it… lots. Not just when I sleep, but also driving and typing and watching tv. It's not super tight clenching, but it's so much more than I would have ever imaged I do it.

So, I got a bite plate. The mold making process was kinda icky, but not all that bad. The most painful aspect was the cost.

Today I picked up my bite plate. It's remarkable how comfortably it fits in my mouth. So, I shall start wearing it as much as possible and see if it helps out my jaw issues. In recent mornings I've been waking up to sore mouth muscles. I'm hoping this at least stops that and prevents my jaw from locking up again… ever.

But if anyone wants to volunteer to massage my neck and shoulders, I'll gladly take it.

I go back to the dentist on June 5th for my first cleaning in 21 years. Although, I still can't believe I don't have a single cavity. I can still never be positively identified by my teeth if I die in a plane crash even though I now have dental records. (The best they can do with teeth that have had no work is a conclusion of "consistent with".)

The coolest thing about the bite plate is it gives me something to suck on constantly. It's like… something I'm SUPPOSED to put in my mouth. Weird.


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Dentist and Doom Both Start With D

I am on my way to the dentist for the first time in 21 years. That's right, all the teeth in my mouth have never been to a dentist.

This could be fun. Or horrifying.

Hooray!


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