Oops...

... I forgot I had a blog.

I have a couple things I want to blog about, but I need to upload some pictures so for now I will leave you with this:

Do you journal? I guess blogging counts as journaling, but as you can see I'm not a very good blogger. I've been thinking about getting a journal that I could write in every day. I think I'd feel silly writing in a journal, though. It reminds me of one of my college professors that made us free-write in class. Occasionally he would give us a prompt but I don't think I ever followed it. If I did, I would just write a sentence or two about the prompt (in case he asked us to tell the class what we answered), and then I'd wander off into what I ate for breakfast or my plans for the upcoming weekend. Mostly I just saw it as 15-20 minutes to doodle, day-dream, and waste time. Isn't journaling just another name for free-writing? So is there a benefit to keeping a journal?

Ugly Teeth Are A Dealbreaker

One of the first things I notice about a person is their teeth. Size, shape, color, etc. I'm fascinated with teeth. Why didn't you become a dentist, you ask? Well, because bad teeth are disgusting. I'm fine when it comes to good teeth or even just okay teeth, but I'm sure dentists see lots of yucky stuff and I would probably throw up. Or quit. One of the two.

For someone fascinated with teeth, I don't go to the dentist nearly as often as I should. When I went to the dentist last week my dentist "scolded" me for not coming in the last year and a half. A year and a half! I could have sworn it had only been a year. Either way, it wasn't the six months they recommend.

Digression: My dentist is really cool. He's super nice. He's also obsessed with Disney. There is Disney stuff EVERYWHERE in his office and each room has a different theme (Last week I was in the Fantasyland room, but I think there's also Pirates of the Carribean and Haunted Mansion. I realize I sound like a child but hey... Disneyland IS the happiest place on Earth, so I guess it's fitting to have happy images in an unhappy place). He loves Disney so much, he works there on the weekends driving that big steamboat or paddling the canoes. So if you're ever on one of those boats at Disneyland and there's an older Asian man steering, ask him how your teeth look.

Okay, back to the blog-at-hand:
When I was there he took a look at my x-rays and told me the same exact thing he's been telling me for the last 3 or 4 years: Teresa, you're developing a cavity on your lower left side. Keep brushing and flossing and you should be fine. Once he starts cleaning he starts mumbling about not liking how it looks and long story short... I left with an appointment to come back this Thursday for a filling on a tooth that doesn't have a cavity. This is my first cavity! And it's not even a real cavity, so I guess I should be saying: this is my first filling! I'm soooo scared! And the worst part: he wants to do this to THREE of my teeth. I guess that's what I get for waiting a year and a half to go in.

I'll let you know how it goes!

He Thinks He's Funny

This weekend my family and I went to a wedding about 45 minutes outside of Las Vegas. This is a conversation that took place when we arrived:

David (my brother): After the wedding we should drive to Vegas.
Me: Dustin will be designated driver!
Dustin: Teresa, you can't drink anyway... you should drive.
::Silence from my sister, Christina, who has been begging me to have a baby::
Me: DUSTIN! You can't say things like that in front of Christina. That's how rumors start.
Christina: Dang it...

About two minutes later...
David: Hahahahahahahaha
Me: Looks like David just figured out what Dustin meant...

Christina thought Dustin slipped up and we were just trying to cover up his goof, so she waited anxiously (and probably with fingers crossed) until she saw me drink some alcohol. Let me just clarify that I am not pregnant. And we didn't go to Vegas after the wedding.

My Game of Life

Remember this game? I loved it! Probably because I was a kid and kids love doing grown up stuff... I could go to college, get a job, get married, buy a house, have kids to fill my van, etc etc etc. I don't know if I ever played the game all the way through, which probably has some deep psychological significance that therapists would have a field day with but I'm going to say it's because it can take HOURS to play and kids just can't sit still that long.

Anyway, now that I'm older and actually living the game of life, I find myself reverting back to my childhood mentality: wanting to skip ahead to the interesting stuff. I went to college and I have a job, but I want a cooler job, a career. I got married and I want kids, but there's no way I'm ready for them right now. And I don't have a house for those one-day kids to grow up in. But there isn't a little plastic wheel for me to spin and skip ahead 4 spaces. Boooooooorrring.

Fortunately, I'm at a really interesting part in my life: the part where everyone around me is dating, getting married, having babies, graduating, finding jobs... all of that exciting stuff that requires lots and lots of gifts and celebratory dinners on my part (except dating... you don't get presents for dating someone). So far this year, I've seen 5 friends or family members graduate, had two friends get married (and probably seen about 4 other facebook friends get married through photos... I'm such a facebook creeper), and have another 4 friends getting married by the end of this year. I'm also the wedding director at my church, and I have 4 more weddings (as of right now) that I'll be directing this year.

Moving is also a big theme this year. Whether it's 20 minutes away, 2 hours away, or 2 states away, it seems like everyone is moving. Which I don't necessarily like because that means less people to hang out with. Dustin and I are DYING for some couples to hang out with. We were the first in our group of friends to get married, so it's been 2 years of me and the guys (really... I can only handle so much Halo and fart jokes) or Dustin and the girls, which usually turns into a girls night because Dustin will avoid those situations whenever possible and I can't say I really mind because I live for wine nights at Cheryl's. I think in order for us to find some new friends we'd have to look at other churches and we aren't thrilled with that idea because we really like our church. We've both been going there since around junior high, we met there in high school, we married there, our friends are there (they're all either unmarried or married with babies, though... sadly, no in-between), our families go there, and we really enjoy our pastor's sermons. It would be hard to leave all of that behind, or even just limit it to once or twice a month.

There have been so many changes in or around our lives lately. I feel like Dustin and I are at a turning point in our lives, but I'm not really sure which way to turn. This post has, for the most part, been a play by play on the lives of everyone around me but I think it's long enough so I'll save the updates about us for another post. It's kind of like a cliff hanger, except not really because there isn't a whole lot that's new with me. But I guess you'll have to re-visit to find out...

I Have a Blog?

Yes, I have a blog. No, I don't know what I'm going to write about. If you're interested, keep checking back and see if/when I've added something.

The End.