Saturday, January 30, 2010
To make a long story short, it was up to me to decide if I replaced the crown with another crown. But, without much tooth left for the crown to hang on to, it would probably not be a permanent solution. The other plan? Extract the remains of the tooth and drop a post into my jaw and put in an implant. I chickened out and got another crown. I realize that this new crown may only last a few years, but I was not ready to get implants. Yet.
On a sidenote--kind of sad day though as the old crown was pure beautiful gold. The new crown will not be. Inside my mouth resides 3 fabulous gold teeth (it used to be 4 before this one fell out). True bling in my mouth. So, now down to only 3. If anyone wants to see my old gold crown, feel free to stop by the house and take a look. It is on display. After a few months, I plan on taking it to the local pawn shop or 'Mail us your Gold' and reap the rewards of a gold tooth.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
So my day began innocently enough. I drove to the DMV at the fairgrounds. There is a nice Welcome sign when you enter. I was feeling good. I felt like the people of the DMV cared about me and wanted me to have a good time there. I had all the necessary documentation that is now needed—a passport, 17 utilities bills, ss card, a dna sample and pictures of my home, cars, wife and friends.
I get in and there is a long line to get my license. If you are getting your license renewed, you wait in this line. 30 minutes and its my turn. I go up and dump off the book of documents for them which the guy reviews and says everything is in order. He sees what I listed as my height (6'2") and weight (170 lbs) and thankfully, he keeps his ‘Liar’ comments to himself. I sit and get my picture done. Voila. I’m done or so I thought. He sadly shakes his head and says that this is the first round. He points me to the room from Hell. There has to be 100-150 people filled in this room. He tells me that I take all that documentation to the next window and they will process it. With tears in my eyes, I humbly ask ‘How long of a wait?’ With an evil glint in his eye, he replies ‘3-5 hours.’ I give him my best ‘WHAT THE FRAK’ look and he smiles and says ‘Welcome to Hell, it aint pretty.’ He then gives me my standby number, A108.
Realizing how much time I now had, I actually drive back to my office, collect my computer, notes and other work things so that I can get something accomplished today. I also track down a sleeping bag, a box of cookies, a steak and adult diapers to take with me so I don’t lose my place in line.
I arrive back and find a place to sit. The DMV is an interesting place. You have people representing pretty much every single country in the world sitting around waiting to get a license or to get a renewal. You have millionaires and homeless sitting together. You have mormons, jews and Buddhists sitting together. What do they all have in common? The DMV hates us all. Each attendant knows that they have the power to end your pain by simply pushing a button welcoming a waiter to get off that waiting list to be served. The power is apparent and awesome. When a person’s number is called, the person is crying with joy, screaming in jubilation and jumping up and down. Us remaining waiters simply give dirty looks to the people who are now off the waiting list. We are not impressed. We simply wait.
I stared up at the ‘Now serving station’ and see numbers that are NOWHERE near close to what my waiting list number is. My number was A108. They were beginning at A151. That means in the ‘A’ queue, there are 57 people ahead of me. But that’s not all, there were also ‘B’, ‘C’ and ‘D’ queues as well. Yep, that is disgusting.
I heard great conversations around me--everything from planning upcoming family reunions to a guy that took Ambien and aspirin to help him get thru a checkup for high blood pressure. Finally, at 1:35, they called my name. No joke--I threw my arms up and yelled in happiness. I passed. I left the DMV at 1:50...3 hours and 50 minutes after I first checked in. My spirit was broken, but I am now a legal driver once again. Final Score: Sam 1, DMV 76.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Option 1: Party in the front and Party in the back is always a good look. I know that I could pull it off but I decided against it. Maybe next time.
Option 2: The faux mohawk. I didn't really want to have to use gel, so if I could incorporate a rolling faux mohawk, that may look pretty hott! Alas, I don't think I could pull it off like this gentleman did with his rolling morph into a fauxhawk.
Option 3: Let my beautiful locks of hair just grow out and flow out. On days that I wanted a break from my hair, I could just put it in a ponytail and rock that out. Nothing says stylish, hip and sexy like long blond hair on a guy. But I wasn't quite ready to leave my brunette hair behind.
In the end, I had a regular ho hum haircut. Don't get me wrong though, still metrosexy to the max, but not as exciting as the hairstyles above.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Birthday night was spent sitting on the couch with the perfect birthday conclusion--a Jazz game, a book, a Tab and 2 pop tarts. Yay for me. I don't enjoy getting older.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
So, this Tab obviously froze and exploded with such force, it knocked open the door to the fridge. How cool is that? If I had been at my desk when that had happened, I would have probably dove under the desk thinking that someone was shooting at me (just like my old West High School days). Thankfully it happened over night.
This could happen again though-- a slushy diet drinks still rocks just a bit too much to turn down the temp in the fridge.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Notable Jake Quotes, with no Commentary needed:
"My office is at 37,000 feet."
"I like to fly planes shirtless" (Ok, I made up that one)
Notable Jake Quotes with my own obligatory Commentary
"I am going to walk away with a fiance. I can just feel it!" What does that feel like Jake?
"I am risking it all for love." What are you risking? Will you be beheaded if you don't find love? Will they castrate you Jake if you don't find love? "I have had a lot of first dates." No way Jake, a shirtless pilot can't get a second date? Shocking.
"I sure wish some ladies here would take off my shirt and feel my abs." Ok, I made up this quote.
As the show progresses, the show then decided it would be a good idea to give Jake some help. So, they sent him some help to decide who to pick. Could they have picked worst helpers EVER? So, who is going to help Jake?
- The girl who dumped Jake in the last season of the Bachelorette.
- The guy who Jake said was a lying scumbag in the last season of Bachelorette.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
COOL THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS YEAR
Rocky Mountain National Park--We spent a lot of time hiking, boating and having a relaxing outdoorsy time. We hiked up to 12,000 feet which was awesome especially having it snow on us...in August.
Carter: This year he learned how to ride a bike as well as learning how to swim. He was pretty proud of himself. He is now in the 1st grade and his teacher says that he is a class clown, but he gets his homework done and he does what she wants him to do when she asks.
Brodi's Dad continues to beat back ugly Pancreatic cancer. He was diagnosed almost 2.5 years ago. Huge, major Surgery was 2 years ago. He is doing great right now and is back to work as a Pediatrician at his practice.
1. Dexter: Seriously, no creepier yet thoroughly enjoyable show on TV. The ending was absolutely fabulous and equally disturbing.