Onewetleg

The Trouble With You Is You're Right

October 12, 2006

I woke up late. 8:15. Groaned and got up. I went to the bathroom and the cleaning lady was crying in the kitchen. I mean really crying, loud audible sobs. Holding a spray bottle and kneeling infront of the kitchen window, sort of leaning out the window and sobbing. I said, "Oh, Dora, are you ok?" She sobbed affirmatively and I went on my way. When I came out she was still sobbing so I asked her again if she was all right. She said yeah and I was in a hurry to get across town for my 9:30 appt.

I got dressed and ran to the busstop, a 49 was there waiting to take me to 16th st to catch the 22 to Sacramento st. Crazy guy on the 22, talking to himself the whole way. A woman was speaking loudly on her phone in Spanish and Crazy guy pulled out a cell phone and pretended to have a loud, animated conversation in fluent gibberish. It was hilarious and the whole back of the bus was trying not to laugh.

I saw the guy that I came to San Francisco with from the window of the 22. Sean. He's still out there. Homeless and crossing Market st at Church. He was all wrapped in a blanket with just his face poking out. I saw him from behind first and thought it looked like his walk. Then we passed him and there was his face.

I arrived at the dentist office at exactly 9:30 and filled out the papers. I felt like someone was watching me, but when I looked around all I saw was a coatrack. As soon as I put the pen down, Monika came out and pounced. "Onewetleg? yes, come right this way", she said in a heavy German accent. She deposited me in the comfy chair and got an x-ray of me real quick. Then the doctor came in. Dr Michael. He looks a lot like Erik's dad, which wasn't a bad thing. Erik's dad is good looking and soft spoken. The dentist was too. He looked in my mouth and said, "yup, that tooth is non functioning and has a big cavity, besides. Let's get it out" at which time I fell deeply in love with him.

I asked him if he needed me to take out my jewelry and he said, no, it shouldn't be a problem. "Really? Every other dentist has made me take my jewelry out for everything."
"That's just silly," he said. At which point I immaculatley concieved his child.

Having a tooth pulled is a lot like sex.
You lay down in an uncomfortable position and open wide. Then you feel a little prick and he tells you you're doing fine and it will all be over soon. The you feel some pressure and he says, "we're doing fine, almost there, almost done".
Then you go "Oh, oh, oh" for a couple of minutes and it's over.

He told me I did a great job, and I thanked him and told him he did a great job, as well. I actually forgot to even look at the tooth.

Darn. He probably would have let me keep it, too.

He told me that the tooth behind that one is non-functional also, which just means there is no corresponding molar on the bottom for chewing. He said that it was fine just now, but should be extracted in the future.
He also said that the one in front of the one he pulled could be saved, and he recommended that I get a root canal.
He could probably talk me into it.
Dr Michael and Monika.

I got out of there and switched my phone back on.
It was only 10:00.
The whole thing, done in half an hour, including paperwork and paying.
$55.

Now I must rest and drink tea.
I bought some cans of broth for dinner.
It's 11:18 now and I'm not hungry yet. I'm having some green tea with a bit of rum in it and laying off the vicodin until it starts hurting again. He gave me another scrip for 20 more and I suppose I should go get them so I'll have them for the weekend.

I lost the back of my phone at work. Gone. I went and searched where I thought I might have lost it, but it was gone.
I went to the phone store on 16th and Mission to get a new one because, well, you just can't run around with no back on your phone. I considered taping it up with the skull and crossbones tape, but eh. It would have just peeled off and gotten sticky and gross.
The SA was on the phone so I just held out my phone and she pointed me at the case. I looked at them. The fake Louis Vuitton, the Raiders, the 49er's, the pot leaf, the anime, hello kitty type things. The solid colors, pink, orange, green, black, purple. One with a bandana print on it. Jeebus.
When the SA finally got to me, I said, "do you have any that aren't ugly?"
She didn't understand me and said yes, this is all me have.
I finally picked a metallic sort of purple.

Now my phone looks like a 69 Camaro. $10.

They don't just sell the backs, you know, you have to get a face plate too. I suppose I could have my old gray faceplate with the purple back, but this one has a crystal that isn't scratched.
I was horrified by it at first, but now I'm sorta getting used to it.

The novocaine is wearing off and I'm getting sleepy.
Later, dudes.

October 11, 2006

My Vera Bradley Collection.

I woke up obscenely early this morning and decided to do a little photo essay on my Vera Bradley collection.

This is a small make up case. It lives in the lower pocket of the hanging organizer. Like all these bags, it is sturdy, great for travel and holds a lot more than it looks like it would.


This is the wonderful hanging organizer in Apple Green, which is my second favorite pattern. This is a handy little bag, I can take it to the bathroom in the morning and I also use it when I go to MV on the weekends. It holds a large amount of stuff and rolls up to about the size of a normal purse.



Three small make up cases. These things breed in the dark, I think. I can't find another reason why there are so many of them in my life. I've never actually conscioulsy bought one, they usually come with another purse as a "bonus". I have a couple more that didn't make the pre-dawn photo-shoot. Must have been off breeding somewhere. They are the perfect size for tampons.


The Chanitcleer. I love it so much. These are two little change purses. One with a zipper top and one kiss-lock. My first bag was in Chanticleer. Bought at Gooooodddddwiiillelelll before I had ever heard of Vera Bradley. I just thought the chickens were cool. Little did I know what was beginning.


The gang's all here, eh? This isn't even all of them. I really do use all these bags. I store stuff in some of them and others are actual working bags. Meaning I use them on a regular basis.

I'm losing it or something because I can't seem to get the captions quite right. The Missing One is the photo of the large duffel bag. This is the one I love the most of all! I think it's Classic Blue, but I might be wrong. Just under 20" long it is perfect for weekend trips or use as a carry-on for air travel.


I hope you enjoyed that. If you have any questions or think I may have left something out, lemme know and I'll try to accomodate you because I love you.

Oh, yeah, look at my blindingly white curtains and funky shag-pad throw over piece of material thing.

October 05, 2006

Lotr geek out moment and pants pants pants

I'm trying to find the movie quote. This is the actual one from the book, although I think part of it is missing due to the ellipse in the middle there and, uhhh, there.



"And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night!" . . . She lifted up her hand and from the ring that she wore there issued a great light that illumined her alone and left all else dark. . . . Then she let her hand fall, and the light faded, and suddenly she laughed again, and lo! she was shrunken: a simple elf-woman, clad in simple white, whose gentle voice was soft and sad.
"I pass the test," she said. "I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel." Fellowship, p. 381.



When I find the text from the movie, I will post it here. If you find it first, email me or call me or whatever.

edit:
Ok, i found it:

In place of a dark lord you shall have a queen! Not dark and terrible, but beautiful as the dawn. Treacherous as the sea! Stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair.


Just something to do while the laundry is in the dryer.

Remember the last pair of pants I got on eBnnnaasdfaayyy? Probably not. They are a nice khaki, low rise, in my size, pair of levi's ooh, this rhymes.
STOP.
ugh.
Anyway, they are gorgeous, comfy, stylin and I love them to death. They aren't jeans so I can wear them to work with out feeling like im getting the executive hairy eyeball everytime I walk through the cube maze.
Unfortunately, they are a bit stretchy. They fit really well when I first put them on but after I have worn them for an hour or so, they are falling off my butt. Not cool. just not cool. Hiking up ones pants while yelling "HIHO! My pants ride again!" is just not acceptable in an office-type setting.
Today I took them to the oh-so-convenient tailor downstairs and she is going to take them in an inch or so at the waist. Yippee! 9 bucks. Not bad, I don't think. The side of the back pocket of my jeans had come loose so I had her sew that up too. 3 bucks.
The Quest for the Perfect Pants grows twisty and complex. Can I build the perfect Frankenpants? Do I dare try to best the pants gods? What if I anger them with my arrogance? I could be cursed to "bad pants" for 7 years. By then it won't matter anyway.

Who am I kidding? Of course it will.

October 04, 2006

Departmental Reports for the week of Oct 2.

"I still got it" dept:
Today on the way back to work from the deli (tabouli salad, fruit and plain yogurt), a man said to me "Hello, Gorgeous!"
OK, he was shirtless, standing in a dumpster and inhaling the contents of an aerosol can, but it still counts.

"TMI" dept:
The hair on my nipples grows faster than the hair on my legs. Both were removed last Thursday, but wow. What a difference a week makes.

"Cereal" dept:
Things are going great in the cereal department. I found moths in the oat bran after eating it for two days. yummy. I took it back to the store today and he gave me my money back, snap snap. He also removed the entire bin for the oat bran and took it to an undisclosed location. I saw the little webs in the bin. If you have ever dealt with bulk grain, you know the webs. They strike terror in your heart. There is no saving anything that has the webs.

"I bought some pants on eBBBBAy and still haven't recieved them" dept:
I received the envelope with the MO inside it that I sent to FL two weeks ago, returned with a sticker that said "No Such Number". Thrilling. I emailed the seller and he gave me the correct address.
HE HAD THE WRONG ADDRESS ON HIS ACCOUNT.
He told me to send the MO to 7469 68th dr. or something of that sort and it was actually 7649 68th dr. (all addys have been changed to protect the silly eBBRay seller).
Then this afternoon he emailed me to tell me he still hadn't received payment. I emailed back, (paraphrased)"yeah, derf, ya gamme the wrong addy" to which he replied "sorry, your [sic] right, long day".
Long day, indeed. Long assed two weeks, if you ask me. I am still considering leaving not so positive feedback. If I get the pants and am totally floored by them, I may not. I'm sure I will say something passive-aggressively snarky in my comment. Sigh. Dealing with stupid buyers all day and then having to deal with a stupid seller who isn't sure of his own addy is tiring. I grow weary.
If he would have let me pay by CC, like he has advertised on his auctions, I would be wearing my sfam a pockets right now. Well, not right now. I'd still be sitting here in my undies and a tshirt right now.
You know what I mean.

"Teeth" dept:
Yup, I got rotten teeth. Such a pretty girl, mm-hmm.
I have been on the lousy antib's which give me terrible stomach pains if i don't eat, even though they say it's ok to take this kind without food. It's a stomach pain that goes from my stomach, into my throat and up through my jaw. All I can do when the pain starts is just sit back and wait. Usually after ten minutes or so it subsides. Today co worker #2 said, after listening to me bitch about how much it hurt for half an hour, "Hey, you know, if you put a piece of tinfoil up in the hole it will stop the pain".
I replied, "yeah and it will jam the transmissions from the alien spacecraft".
I happened to be chatting with Erik at the time and told him about the verbal transaction. He thoughfully suggested that I might be able to pick up AM radio stations, too.
I mean, really! Plus, plus, plus! No pain, no transmissions and some talk radio. I don't see how putting tinfoil in my cavity can be bad.

Before you start telling me how bad it can be, realize that I am kidding.

Thanks.

September 29, 2006

The Amazon Store of The Beast