That crazy Waldo. Ever the slick pimp of characters who are hard to find. Anyway... howdy! It's been over a month since my last blogging, and I feel as though it's time to catch up on shit that has happened.
First off, I went with the lady of the house and saw the new Harry Potter film. I will say that I found it to start off pretty slow, but the movie had a nice ending to it with all sorts of magical goodness. During the movie, a person in the row directly in front of us had their phone go off. Twice.
Upon the second ringing, Kelly and some her friends that joined us all let out various murmers and muttering of disapproval that were met with the nodding of shadowy heads surrounding the woman and her twice rung phone. Not even 5 minutes later, one of Kelly's friend's phones ring. Loudly. I can't even describe how loud the ring was. The closest I can come to giving you an idea is... well... imagine what it might sound like if a 300-foot tall Chris Tucker was set on fire.
Embarassing? Somewhat. Annoying? A bit. I'm surprised that no one in the crowd threw a wand and/or wand-like object at us with all the vigor of a wanna-be wizard's wrath unleashed.
In news relating to the mouthal area, us married folk went to the dentist for a check up this prior Monday. Kelly's teeth were pretty much a-OK, seeing as how she goes in for regular check-ups like a normal person probably should. My teeth were cavity free and in good shape... but the same could not be said for my gum line. Well, it could be said, but the nurse refused no matter how much money I offered her.
Yeah, it had been a good 7 years since my last dentist visit, so normal plaque build-up (the stuff that normally gets cleared up during cleanings) turned into tartar. No, not the delicious sauce often served with chicken. This stuff was more along the lines of "calcified deposits". Rather than a normal cleaning, the nurse scheduled me for two rounds of super cleaning.
You may think the dentist is bad enough when they use the metal pick to clean your teeth... but for me, the metal pick was only used after some kinda weird drill head was jammed into my pockets. Not good pockets like "cargo pants pockets" or "Hot Pockets". Gum pockets.
After an hour of drilling, scraping, washing, and disinfecting, my teeth were as good as new. The teeth on the right side of my mouth, at least. I go back next Tuesday for the left side. Which will likely be just as painful. I mean, right after the super ultra cleaning of atomic dentistry, my mouth felt a little tender... my teeth felt a bit light. Call me crazy, but I had figured that the numbing stuff she had given me earlier already wore off. Hahaha...
Shortly after returning home, I began to feel as if someone had pulled back my lips and cheek and punched me directly in the teeth. I passed out for a good two hours. Luckily, my fucktastic wife went out and bought all sorts of easy-to-eat soft foods. Yogurt, oatmeal, eggs? Not too shabby, my friends. Not too shabby at all.
As of now, the mouth feels better. I still favor my left side when eating, but I using a new electric toothbrush and some special floride paste to keep my grill spic and span.
In other news, fantasy football season is approaching, and Paul has convinced me to join his league. What does this mean? It means I'll be calling my NFL-savvy brother for tips on who to draft. I'm more of a college football man, but I figured the fantasy NFL experience would be good times and lots of laughter. Hopefully some of that laughter will be from me winning ocassionally. Lord knows this has been a rough year for me in the MLB with Boston being consistently ahead of the Empire State Pillars of Godliness known as the NY Yankees.
But I have faith the Yankees will pull through. Deepak better cheer twice as hard. His proximity to the team and stadium (compared to me) means that his cheers will multiply Yankee scores by an inverse ratio to the number of times Paul prays to his Red-Socked team of heretics... or something.
Last but not least: school news. Kinda got screwed on the job situation for this summer, but I did take a summer class (Torts II) to kinda "fill the gap", if you would. And that turned out pretty fuckin' good because I managed to CALI it. Personally, I'm not 100% sure what the letters in "CALI" stand for. I think the "L" stands for legal. Maybe the "A" is for advanced. But it basically means I got the highest score in the class, which in law school is never a bad thing.
With my last year on the horizon, I have a feeling of hope. Y'know... kinda like how Michael Vick hopes he won't go to prison for being a sack of filthy, worthless, animal-torturing douchery... except with me, my hopes are founded in reality while he's probably gonna get fucked.
Sorry for the long article, but I had a bunch to catch up with and probably still left a ton out (like the Braves game with Paul and Lauren, moving my bro out of his old GA Southern apartment, my sister's radio interview, frogs in my parents' pond, etc.), but I'll get to maybe half that crap in the future.
Adios, frère jacques, and a dormez-vous to ya.
