13 Again

When you think of yourself at 13 what is one of the first things that comes to mind? For me it was braces. I have two loving parents that put me through the torture of three years with braces. And because I love myself I am going to put myself through it again.

Over the last ten years I have had a gap between my two front teeth that seems to be getting larger all of the time. During my last visit to the dentist, he asked if it bothered me. I thought about all of the people I know that have such beautiful teeth and how they smile so big and it looks so great. I thought about my husband who has perfect teeth and then I thought to myself, "Nah, it does not bother me a little bit at all.... It bothers me a lot".

I was referred to the orthodontist that I used for my braces and we had a reunion this morning. After filing my two front teeth so they will fit perfectly together once she brings them back together and fitting my retainer, telling me to bit, open, bit again, she advised braces.

Me: Ahh!!! No, not again. I did that once.... Please do not make me do it again "How long will I have to wear them?"
My Orthodontist:It will be a couple of weeks. Your teeth really are straight. It is just your gap we need to fix."
Me: "Okay, I wore them for almost four years. I think I can handle wearing them for a couple of weeks.
My Orthodontist:"I will even put the clear ones on you again."

So, here I go again. I am going to wear braces- again. In a strange way I feel like Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality. Remember the part of the movie where she is getting her complete make over? Yup, that will be me. I will be having laser hair removal done while I am wearing braces. While this is for me, I have to admit that I want my husband to like as much as I do. My hope is that he will always think I am attractive. Plus, I want to stop thinking every time my picture is taken that my gap is going to be the first thing that you see.

But the craziness stops here. I will not be writing soon about how far apart my eyes look or how big my nose is and that I am going to have plastic surgery. And my breasts are as large as they are ever going to be so the world will just have to live with it.

This is such a far cry from the "Dear Diary" days...

Keith Brooking is a Rock Star

My honey and I were living like rock stars last night! At least that is way that it felt. I know I mentioned this in a previous post that I have been to Metalsome Monday.... Oh! Lordy! What a thrill! And I finally got my honey out there last night. I am still in awe of these guys. There does not seem to be a song that they can not play and play well. They played Alice in Chains, AC/DC, GNR, you name it- they played it.

There is one particular guitar player who looked so familiar to me the first time I went to Metalsome Monday. But, I could not place him. My husband being the great sportsman that he is, did place him that last night. The guitar player looked just like Keith Brooking from the Atlanta Falcons. And boy, could that dirty bird play! The guitar that is.

I think my hearing came back around lunch time, which was a little scary, but well worth it. I just wish I could have been an irresponsible youngster last night and stayed for every set. Around midnight, hubby and I packed it up and went home. And we did not feel at all lame. Just the opposite. For two folks who are beginning to act our age, we did not feel it last night.

And in other news.... I want to give a birthday shout out to Rachel. She really has not updated her blog in long time, but I am hoping this will prompt her to do so. Happy Birthday Rach!!!!

So come check out our new floors, furniture and my wife's bikini line

Can you honestly think of someone saying this to you? Oh, it just might be my husband. Hubby and I are both obsessed with the new hardwood floors we are about to put in our house, as well as the new furniture we are going to finally fork the money out for. Yes, we are saying goodbye to the broken in couches with the slip covers that never really fit the way they should. And last but certainly not least, I am going to fuel my feminine side a bit and have some laser hair removal done.

My bikini line is the big part. I have super sensitive skin and I have dreaded shaving every year since I started. The only thing I can equate this to is to folks who have anxiety attacks when they have to go to the dentist. I do the same thing every spring when I have to do such delicate shaving. So, my dear sweet hubby is totally on board with me having some laser hair removal done. However, I have not stopped there. This is the part where I get pretty personal. My birth control pills have had little or no affect on me. Well, except for one thing. I started getting little hairs popping up that look vaguely like the mustache my father use to have. And a couple that popped up on my chin. I have had it with them so I am going to take care of them too. I feel a little vain about doing it, but if you have ever had a huge zit on your chin that you know people can not help but stare at when they talk to you, then you know what I am talking about.

So, I am looking for some testimonials. Has anyone had laser hair removal? Were you happy? Has it just dramatically changed your life? Did you do it without forgoing your child's college education? Just wondering?

So my hope is that by the time I have to put a bathing suit on I will be ready. There is always the extra 6 pounds I put on this winter, but that is another story.