It's true...
Tonight i had one of the best nights in the cage. I have reclaimed the title of Tigress Woods!
First, let's start off by saying it's really cold out. Thankfully, non-students don't go to the range when it's cold out like this because George turned the heaters on and kept us on the bottom level. It was comfy, almost hot at times, which made it perfect for concentrating. I also went to Charlie Browns for the salad bar again.. I think that being able to sit and relax and enjoy a really good salad and just visualize my A game helps me focus for when i do get to the range. But i digress.
I arrived early and first as usual. George was giving me one-on-one lessons for the most part for nearly 15 minutes before the others arrived. At first i was grounding them, (things are different on the bottom level, because on the top level everything is up in the air!) then slicing them. He showed me where on the ball and club i was striking and he put one of the rubber tees in front of my tee and told me strike the ball and not hit that tee.. It's totally psychological. I hit the ball every single time and for the most part it went pretty straight. I, for the most part, know what i do when i top the ball now because i made one adjustment and i hit the ball nearly perfectly once i figured it out.. George was impressed with my game on this final night of lessons.
Then for some reason i drew a blank about a 1/4 way through a jumbo bucket. I forgot how far back from the ball i was to stand. George was laughing because i was standing so far away i acted as if the ball "had cooties". He reminded me of the rule and i addressed the ball again. This time it was effortless, straight, and it had quite a distance to it. The teacher was happy now and told me that of all the students in our class i am, by far, the one with the best swing, (not that that is saying much because everyone else is hacking at the ball), but I laughed and thanked him at the same time. Then he got serious on me, he said "once you learn to incorporate your body movement with your swing you will be one mean person to play with. You have awesome potential, just move your body more, be more thorough. I watch you stop 3/4 through a full swing and laugh when you wonder why it slices right". We had a good laugh, because i just can't seem to blend the two together, but when i do the ball goes, and it goes far and straight.
I used all of the clubs except for the woods, wedges and driver. My goal was to own that 5 iron, and i did along with the 7, 9 and 8. The 6 was kind of boring but i did well with it. Towards the end George huddled us together for a chat and demo on club swing, addressing the ball (don't stand so far away-joke was on me and we laughed), and practicing at home with ordinary objects. He mentioned that for the winter the range will be open until 7pm and if we wanted to come on our own and if he sees us there he will help us out at no charge because he wants us to practice and practice right. He also mentioned he's trying to get lessons started earlier this year (like February-yikes! cold!) which would come in handy for my possible trip to a tropical climate in the spring.
In parting, this experience has had it's ups and downs. For the most part though i have learned a lot and i certainly am better now than i was 6 weeks ago. I can not believe it's been 6 weeks already. Through it all though, i have learned that this game is not as easy as the pros make it look, and that most of us will never get nearly as close to the status that a pro is. The game is meant to be fun and strategic. With the right knowledge and understanding and willingness to concentrate and retain, anyone can partake in this sport. Yes, sport and one of the most difficult ones i might add.
Until Next time! I will see you on the LINX!!
FOUR!!!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Dreams and Aspirations Unfulfilled
Growing up i wanted to be many things. First a cop, modeled after one of my favorite TV shows CHiPs. My childhood friends and i used to role play that with our big wheels when we were young.. lol just thinking back on that i laugh hysterically. The many times i made Chris be the bad guy so i could chase after him and then tackle him to the ground lol. The little tough girl i wasn't!
It's funny looking back now.. Chris and his older brother are both police officers, another friend of the group is a state trooper, another a lawyer, and my g/f a police officer as well. I was the only one left behind. Left to live the civilian life desperately trying time and time again to fill those shoes and to close the circle of childhood friends of law enforcement.
I tested, went through background checks, fingerprints, interviews with the top brass and mayor and council. Was highly liked by the Chief of the one department i interviewed with. He like my personality so much he pushed me into an interview with the mayor even though my # was farther down than what the mayor was willing to interview. The interview went as good as anyone could hope. 2 days later the chief called me personally to tell me i didn't make it, and that he regretted the mayor's decision and tried to persuade him otherwise. I thanked him for his effort and time.
It was a punch and kick in the gut. With everything i was going through in my life, that was the last thing i needed.. It was my dream. Something i physically and mentally prepared for.. the academy.. a new life.. the life i always wanted to live.. My independence.
Though i was kicked hard i never went down.. I kept my head up, continued to work out and study and test.. Even though by test #3 i was just beat down emotionally and i didn't really want the job anymore.. I am getting older and quite honestly.. i just can't take the stress anymore. I let test #4 pass without my presence in any of the testing centers. I officially called the battle over.
In my state 35 yrs of age is the cap. Meaning, i would have to be sworn in by then. By the time the results came out, letters sent out, background checks and psych tests done it would be passed my 35th b-day. I knew when to fold my cards and i did so as graciously as i could.
It's hard dating a cop, when your dream of once becoming one is now a chapter in your life that has been read and put on the shelf. You see what he does, the training, the family, the bond, and yes the danger, and it stings quite a bit. I never really talk about that with anyone. Not even Kyle.. He would never understand, none of my friends that are LEO can or would.. So if i do feel the need to talk about it it's with those that have joined me in test-prep, testing centers and interviews and where skimmed over by the rule of 3. Those are truly the only ones that can understand.
In the middle of childhood and early adulthood and my aspiration to be a cop i wanted to be in the Armed Forces. An Army recruiter came to my high school in my senior year, and it was my ticket to a free education and to serve my country.
I filled out all the necessary paperwork and when i was told to call the recruiter office i did hastily. Another gentleman answered the line and did a pre-interview on the phone. He asked my weight and height then told me i was too "under weight" for my age and height and that the Army would not take me. Under weight? since when is that a bad thing? by the Dr's standards yes i was, but i was very healthy. i worked out every day i ate great, i was very healthy. I begged the guy to let me come in but he wasn't having it.. he told me to gain 15 lbs.. yeah, no way.. I could barely keep the weight on let alone gain! and i ate like a horse! Never-the-less it was a dream unfulfilled, a punch in the gut. With that slap in the face i said to myself "If the Army won't take you no police dept will, so look for another line of work". This, of course, was before the laws of discrimination.
Prior to the armed forces and ever dreaming of REALLY becoming a cop i always wanted to be an interior designer. It's something that i guess i always found very interesting, and it kept my creative, artistic mind moving. When i graduated high school i wanted to go to interior design school. Unfortunately, back in those days, the only school available was in Philadelphia. I didn't have the money to pay for school, live there, or commute. So it also ended up being a dream unfulfilled. As was college.
I settled into customer service related jobs through the crappy economy of the 90's. I was laid off 3 years in a row on Good Friday by 3 separate employers. So i decided to stay out of work for a while and go to college.. That lasted all of 1/2 a semester. I went on the state's dime, and i had to move to NY temporarily in an emergency situation (long story, but it was life or death). Because i moved out of state i had to forfeit the funds to school. I was doing great too. i was majoring in liberal arts to seek a Psychology major. I loved it.. classes were awesome and all of my professors rocked! i cried when i was in with my the student counselor, because i felt defeated, but at the same time i couldn't lie to the state and give a fake address just to continue to go to school. So i again accepted defeat and saw another dream unfulfilled. (Though i can always go back to this one, thankfully)
My next two aspirations were either to be married, be a wife, have some sort of purpose. Or join the Air Force and become an AP, getting me closer to the LE career attempt that had yet to unfold. I found a recruiter and started all the paperwork, i was set to see the doc for my physcial and take my ASFAB test but during that time I managed to find a guy to fill the role of husband. This all happened 8 years ago. We met at a Super Bowl party, and we hit it off immediately. We were engaged 2 weeks later (there goes the AF career), married 2 years later in Vegas. Bad move, and it showed my naivete at that very young age. He was an alcoholic.. and a violent one at that. Though he drank everyday i never really noticed how bad he really was until we were married. Because once that ring went on my finger he deemed me his property. It wasn't him holding back anymore. I was verbally attacked the night of my vows in the middle of the Venetian with the entire casino floor in silence all because i wanted to leave my dealer a $5 tip out of my $500 winnings. He flipped a switch that night, and the moment before his mouth opened was the last moment i wanted to be near him for the next 15 months i was living under the same roof with him. Not only did i have to deal with his verbal and mental abuse, i had to deal with his constant infidelity. He even made-out with a broad he didn't know right in front of me on one of his drunken stoopers at a convention we were at. I was married for 6 months.. i was devastated. I didn't talk to him for 30 days and sadly, when i finally told him why i wasn't talking to him he had no idea what he did, he was that drunk. The wife of a good friend of his told me the next day, and this saying will and has stuck with me since then, "Fool me once shame on you; Fool me twice shame on me". Needless to say i never let the "fool me twice" happen (with my knowledge) and I left in the arms of 2 police officers and my brother's Mustang back home to Mom. 2 more defeats.. a failed marriage, and a failed attempt at a life of independence.
When life beats you down on the big things it makes you feel defeated, but we pick ourselves up and move to the next dream we hope will come true. Right now, the only dream i have is to finish decorating Kyle's house. Sadly, it's the only dream i can attain as i am 1/3 of the way completed already ( I will post the progress on that in the days to come). I do have others, but i don't think that they will happen as those decisions are out of my control and how can one dream when someone else is in complete control? You can't, because if you do you are just setting yourself up for another dream unfulfilled.
It's funny looking back now.. Chris and his older brother are both police officers, another friend of the group is a state trooper, another a lawyer, and my g/f a police officer as well. I was the only one left behind. Left to live the civilian life desperately trying time and time again to fill those shoes and to close the circle of childhood friends of law enforcement.
I tested, went through background checks, fingerprints, interviews with the top brass and mayor and council. Was highly liked by the Chief of the one department i interviewed with. He like my personality so much he pushed me into an interview with the mayor even though my # was farther down than what the mayor was willing to interview. The interview went as good as anyone could hope. 2 days later the chief called me personally to tell me i didn't make it, and that he regretted the mayor's decision and tried to persuade him otherwise. I thanked him for his effort and time.
It was a punch and kick in the gut. With everything i was going through in my life, that was the last thing i needed.. It was my dream. Something i physically and mentally prepared for.. the academy.. a new life.. the life i always wanted to live.. My independence.
Though i was kicked hard i never went down.. I kept my head up, continued to work out and study and test.. Even though by test #3 i was just beat down emotionally and i didn't really want the job anymore.. I am getting older and quite honestly.. i just can't take the stress anymore. I let test #4 pass without my presence in any of the testing centers. I officially called the battle over.
In my state 35 yrs of age is the cap. Meaning, i would have to be sworn in by then. By the time the results came out, letters sent out, background checks and psych tests done it would be passed my 35th b-day. I knew when to fold my cards and i did so as graciously as i could.
It's hard dating a cop, when your dream of once becoming one is now a chapter in your life that has been read and put on the shelf. You see what he does, the training, the family, the bond, and yes the danger, and it stings quite a bit. I never really talk about that with anyone. Not even Kyle.. He would never understand, none of my friends that are LEO can or would.. So if i do feel the need to talk about it it's with those that have joined me in test-prep, testing centers and interviews and where skimmed over by the rule of 3. Those are truly the only ones that can understand.
In the middle of childhood and early adulthood and my aspiration to be a cop i wanted to be in the Armed Forces. An Army recruiter came to my high school in my senior year, and it was my ticket to a free education and to serve my country.
I filled out all the necessary paperwork and when i was told to call the recruiter office i did hastily. Another gentleman answered the line and did a pre-interview on the phone. He asked my weight and height then told me i was too "under weight" for my age and height and that the Army would not take me. Under weight? since when is that a bad thing? by the Dr's standards yes i was, but i was very healthy. i worked out every day i ate great, i was very healthy. I begged the guy to let me come in but he wasn't having it.. he told me to gain 15 lbs.. yeah, no way.. I could barely keep the weight on let alone gain! and i ate like a horse! Never-the-less it was a dream unfulfilled, a punch in the gut. With that slap in the face i said to myself "If the Army won't take you no police dept will, so look for another line of work". This, of course, was before the laws of discrimination.
Prior to the armed forces and ever dreaming of REALLY becoming a cop i always wanted to be an interior designer. It's something that i guess i always found very interesting, and it kept my creative, artistic mind moving. When i graduated high school i wanted to go to interior design school. Unfortunately, back in those days, the only school available was in Philadelphia. I didn't have the money to pay for school, live there, or commute. So it also ended up being a dream unfulfilled. As was college.
I settled into customer service related jobs through the crappy economy of the 90's. I was laid off 3 years in a row on Good Friday by 3 separate employers. So i decided to stay out of work for a while and go to college.. That lasted all of 1/2 a semester. I went on the state's dime, and i had to move to NY temporarily in an emergency situation (long story, but it was life or death). Because i moved out of state i had to forfeit the funds to school. I was doing great too. i was majoring in liberal arts to seek a Psychology major. I loved it.. classes were awesome and all of my professors rocked! i cried when i was in with my the student counselor, because i felt defeated, but at the same time i couldn't lie to the state and give a fake address just to continue to go to school. So i again accepted defeat and saw another dream unfulfilled. (Though i can always go back to this one, thankfully)
My next two aspirations were either to be married, be a wife, have some sort of purpose. Or join the Air Force and become an AP, getting me closer to the LE career attempt that had yet to unfold. I found a recruiter and started all the paperwork, i was set to see the doc for my physcial and take my ASFAB test but during that time I managed to find a guy to fill the role of husband. This all happened 8 years ago. We met at a Super Bowl party, and we hit it off immediately. We were engaged 2 weeks later (there goes the AF career), married 2 years later in Vegas. Bad move, and it showed my naivete at that very young age. He was an alcoholic.. and a violent one at that. Though he drank everyday i never really noticed how bad he really was until we were married. Because once that ring went on my finger he deemed me his property. It wasn't him holding back anymore. I was verbally attacked the night of my vows in the middle of the Venetian with the entire casino floor in silence all because i wanted to leave my dealer a $5 tip out of my $500 winnings. He flipped a switch that night, and the moment before his mouth opened was the last moment i wanted to be near him for the next 15 months i was living under the same roof with him. Not only did i have to deal with his verbal and mental abuse, i had to deal with his constant infidelity. He even made-out with a broad he didn't know right in front of me on one of his drunken stoopers at a convention we were at. I was married for 6 months.. i was devastated. I didn't talk to him for 30 days and sadly, when i finally told him why i wasn't talking to him he had no idea what he did, he was that drunk. The wife of a good friend of his told me the next day, and this saying will and has stuck with me since then, "Fool me once shame on you; Fool me twice shame on me". Needless to say i never let the "fool me twice" happen (with my knowledge) and I left in the arms of 2 police officers and my brother's Mustang back home to Mom. 2 more defeats.. a failed marriage, and a failed attempt at a life of independence.
When life beats you down on the big things it makes you feel defeated, but we pick ourselves up and move to the next dream we hope will come true. Right now, the only dream i have is to finish decorating Kyle's house. Sadly, it's the only dream i can attain as i am 1/3 of the way completed already ( I will post the progress on that in the days to come). I do have others, but i don't think that they will happen as those decisions are out of my control and how can one dream when someone else is in complete control? You can't, because if you do you are just setting yourself up for another dream unfulfilled.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Consistently Inconsistent part duh
I'm so disgusted i can't even write about it anymore..
The putter is easy once you know how to hold the club correctly.. no biggie.. it's a flat surface so putting was a cinch.. Get on a real green where there is a break, then come see me about it.
Prior to putting, George instructed us to hit some balls.. didn't care which club, just practice.. Yeah well i suck.. i don't understand why i cannot grasp, week after week, a very simple swing!!! i mean COME ON!. (yes, for all you golfers out there you can understand my foul mood, perhaps i should not blog after a shitty night at lessons). I don't shift my body, I'm topping the ball.. out of a jumbo bucket, my hybrid and my precious enemy the 5 iron, i hit 3 balls correctly.. 3 BALLS!!! i stopped with 10 balls in my bucket cause i just got so damn fed up. and that's my story.
On to even better news.. the tires are fixed and I'm $512.48 poorer. My next car? a 10-speed. Tubes are just a few bucks.
I hate this week.. i need a vacation and my vacation to W VA. on the 5th just isn't going to be enough I'm afraid.. i think i need to go somewhere warm.. maybe visit some friends while I'm away that i haven't seen in a while.. traveling alone sometimes is good for minimal aggravation.
The putter is easy once you know how to hold the club correctly.. no biggie.. it's a flat surface so putting was a cinch.. Get on a real green where there is a break, then come see me about it.
Prior to putting, George instructed us to hit some balls.. didn't care which club, just practice.. Yeah well i suck.. i don't understand why i cannot grasp, week after week, a very simple swing!!! i mean COME ON!. (yes, for all you golfers out there you can understand my foul mood, perhaps i should not blog after a shitty night at lessons). I don't shift my body, I'm topping the ball.. out of a jumbo bucket, my hybrid and my precious enemy the 5 iron, i hit 3 balls correctly.. 3 BALLS!!! i stopped with 10 balls in my bucket cause i just got so damn fed up. and that's my story.
On to even better news.. the tires are fixed and I'm $512.48 poorer. My next car? a 10-speed. Tubes are just a few bucks.
I hate this week.. i need a vacation and my vacation to W VA. on the 5th just isn't going to be enough I'm afraid.. i think i need to go somewhere warm.. maybe visit some friends while I'm away that i haven't seen in a while.. traveling alone sometimes is good for minimal aggravation.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Black Clouds
Did you ever have a really crappy day and wondered why you even bothered to wake up at all in the morning?
I mean, people have crappy days and when we compare them to ours it pales in comparison to , but never-the-less your day just sucks.. Not on a catastrophic level, but bad enough to wish for a heavy sedative to forget the woes of the day, or at the very least a really stiff drink.
That is the kind of day that i had..
I woke up like normal, just a tad cranky, but nothing a hot cup of my favorite coffee wouldn't shake out.. got to work, made a nice hot cup of my favorite coffee and had my breakfast.. it is at this time i noticed my mood turning dark.. i'm thinking WTF? why am i so cranky? i'm not PMSing or anything so what's up? can't figure it out..
As the day progresses, events within made my mood even more sour, more aggravated, and i turned down right angry with absolutely NO patience. Although, i made it through without beheading anyone.
My payback for holding back was a semi-flat tire when i left work.. THANKS! I knew i needed a bit of air this morning on my way in, but the station with the air is on the opposite side of the road from my travel with almost a near impossibility of crossing the road to continue to work so i opted to wait until i got out.. The car would be sitting all day so no big deal. It wasn't that low anyway, just enough to notice. Yeah, well i guess it was worse than i thought! I stopped for gas after work then proceeded to the other station with the air (it's all about getting the best price for gas btw). First, i pull in and proceed to turn my car around to the side the air was needed as another car pulls in behind me then blocks me from completing my turn to get air.. (my tire is almost flat mind you) the bitch puts her car right behind mine as i'm backing up.. so i get out and cut her the look of death.. she quickly moves out of my way. Then she does it again!! JACKASS!
I again, get out of my car and proceed to her vehicle.. she wants nothing to do with it and backs way out of my way..
At this point i'm even more pissed.. it's cold and windy i have a skirt suit on and i dropped the 25 of the 75 cents needed for the pump under my seat.. 1 broken nail and a cut later i got the f'n quarter. I pump up the tire, and use my new digital air pressure guage.. and what happens? it reads ZERO the entire time.. so i find a manual one in the glove box and sure enough i over pumped by 20 lbs.. so now i have to let it out.. while i'm freezing my ass off on the ground i take notice of the wall of the tire.. it's shreading/cracking? WTF? the tires have less than 36k on them how can that be? now the sweats start.. how many miles i've been driving on the highway at speeds in excess of 65mph.. i could have had a blow out and flipped the car! seatbelt or not that is gonna hurt! but i digress and go into fix it mode.. quickly the thoughts rush to where, and how long before this thing just pops. i drive ever so carefully to the Goodyear tire center by my house 12 miles and 25 minutes away.
The service writer comes outside to look at the tires and sure enough he agrees i will need a tire.. Upon inspection of the other front tire, that's starting to do the same thing. so now i need "2" new tires..
Are ya sitting down? $244.00/ per tire. i almost passed out.. i whip out my road hazard contract and beg the guy to find the best rate he can. i can't afford this expense, yet i have to because i will be back on the highway friday night and i can't have crappy tires like that! it's completely unsafe! (i wish more people cared about their tires).. oh! but not to worry my dear they don't carry that size. the only two stores that do are Levittown NY and Allentown PA.. are ya kidding me?!? i need them NOW! so he had my donut put on in the rear and the good rear tire moved to the front at no charge. He told me the tires will be in tomorrow, he called it in for a rush transport for tomorrow. i told him "5:30 on the button i will be here because i have golf lessons at 6:30 and i cannot be late! i have to leave here no later than 6:10" he promised he would accomodate me.. wow! i sure am demanding for someone that needs their service huh? oh well.. i give them alot of business, even when i DON'T order my tires from them.. which in this case i don't have the time for..
And that got me thinking about my relationship again.. it's so damn inconvenient dating someone an hour away that you are trying to start a future with.. because of the fact that i live there on the weekends i have to cram all my shit in in 4 days down here in my world.. so had i been able to date someone closer i wouldn't have to worry about spending $244.00/tire i could have ordered them like i normally do and paid 33% less.. but noooooo through convenience i have to dish out cash.. it's totally my fault i'll admit it. just dump the shit on me today cause that's where it seems to want to stick anyway.
So in essence my paycheck that i got today.. GONE.. i have enough left to live off of PB&J sammiches and put gas in my car.. Well thank GOD i quit smoking! And he wants to go to "2" different Halloween parties this year.. one being themed?? yeah, and who the F is going to pay for it?? i'm tapped now.. completely.
And that thought flows right into my trip to the grocery store after the tire center ordeal (same shopping plaza so the black cloud is still very much lingering close by). all i need is water, cereal, and celery.. yeah.. right.. 3 things that typically you can find anytime anywhere right? nope. shelves were bare for those 3 measly items.. looking around the store it seemed that everything else was there in abundance.. but my stuff?? yeah right.. and i thought they would have it the way my day was going? ha ha ha ha haaaaaa.. i must have been sniffing some socks.
$25.00 later (cause now i had to buy the stuff that's more expensive as opposed to the stuff i would normally get) i decide on chinese food for dinner since it will be my last good meal for another 2 weeks. i have to admit, i was nervous. The way my day was going i expected undercooked slop... but my friends at the chinese place hooked me up! (minus the fortune cookie that was completely stale) i love those chefs. and that seemed to end my bad day so far.. nothing else has happened yet.. but then again i haven't talked to Kyle yet today so who knows what's lingering behind that door.
I hope you all had a better day.
I mean, people have crappy days and when we compare them to ours it pales in comparison to , but never-the-less your day just sucks.. Not on a catastrophic level, but bad enough to wish for a heavy sedative to forget the woes of the day, or at the very least a really stiff drink.
That is the kind of day that i had..
I woke up like normal, just a tad cranky, but nothing a hot cup of my favorite coffee wouldn't shake out.. got to work, made a nice hot cup of my favorite coffee and had my breakfast.. it is at this time i noticed my mood turning dark.. i'm thinking WTF? why am i so cranky? i'm not PMSing or anything so what's up? can't figure it out..
As the day progresses, events within made my mood even more sour, more aggravated, and i turned down right angry with absolutely NO patience. Although, i made it through without beheading anyone.
My payback for holding back was a semi-flat tire when i left work.. THANKS! I knew i needed a bit of air this morning on my way in, but the station with the air is on the opposite side of the road from my travel with almost a near impossibility of crossing the road to continue to work so i opted to wait until i got out.. The car would be sitting all day so no big deal. It wasn't that low anyway, just enough to notice. Yeah, well i guess it was worse than i thought! I stopped for gas after work then proceeded to the other station with the air (it's all about getting the best price for gas btw). First, i pull in and proceed to turn my car around to the side the air was needed as another car pulls in behind me then blocks me from completing my turn to get air.. (my tire is almost flat mind you) the bitch puts her car right behind mine as i'm backing up.. so i get out and cut her the look of death.. she quickly moves out of my way. Then she does it again!! JACKASS!
I again, get out of my car and proceed to her vehicle.. she wants nothing to do with it and backs way out of my way..
At this point i'm even more pissed.. it's cold and windy i have a skirt suit on and i dropped the 25 of the 75 cents needed for the pump under my seat.. 1 broken nail and a cut later i got the f'n quarter. I pump up the tire, and use my new digital air pressure guage.. and what happens? it reads ZERO the entire time.. so i find a manual one in the glove box and sure enough i over pumped by 20 lbs.. so now i have to let it out.. while i'm freezing my ass off on the ground i take notice of the wall of the tire.. it's shreading/cracking? WTF? the tires have less than 36k on them how can that be? now the sweats start.. how many miles i've been driving on the highway at speeds in excess of 65mph.. i could have had a blow out and flipped the car! seatbelt or not that is gonna hurt! but i digress and go into fix it mode.. quickly the thoughts rush to where, and how long before this thing just pops. i drive ever so carefully to the Goodyear tire center by my house 12 miles and 25 minutes away.
The service writer comes outside to look at the tires and sure enough he agrees i will need a tire.. Upon inspection of the other front tire, that's starting to do the same thing. so now i need "2" new tires..
Are ya sitting down? $244.00/ per tire. i almost passed out.. i whip out my road hazard contract and beg the guy to find the best rate he can. i can't afford this expense, yet i have to because i will be back on the highway friday night and i can't have crappy tires like that! it's completely unsafe! (i wish more people cared about their tires).. oh! but not to worry my dear they don't carry that size. the only two stores that do are Levittown NY and Allentown PA.. are ya kidding me?!? i need them NOW! so he had my donut put on in the rear and the good rear tire moved to the front at no charge. He told me the tires will be in tomorrow, he called it in for a rush transport for tomorrow. i told him "5:30 on the button i will be here because i have golf lessons at 6:30 and i cannot be late! i have to leave here no later than 6:10" he promised he would accomodate me.. wow! i sure am demanding for someone that needs their service huh? oh well.. i give them alot of business, even when i DON'T order my tires from them.. which in this case i don't have the time for..
And that got me thinking about my relationship again.. it's so damn inconvenient dating someone an hour away that you are trying to start a future with.. because of the fact that i live there on the weekends i have to cram all my shit in in 4 days down here in my world.. so had i been able to date someone closer i wouldn't have to worry about spending $244.00/tire i could have ordered them like i normally do and paid 33% less.. but noooooo through convenience i have to dish out cash.. it's totally my fault i'll admit it. just dump the shit on me today cause that's where it seems to want to stick anyway.
So in essence my paycheck that i got today.. GONE.. i have enough left to live off of PB&J sammiches and put gas in my car.. Well thank GOD i quit smoking! And he wants to go to "2" different Halloween parties this year.. one being themed?? yeah, and who the F is going to pay for it?? i'm tapped now.. completely.
And that thought flows right into my trip to the grocery store after the tire center ordeal (same shopping plaza so the black cloud is still very much lingering close by). all i need is water, cereal, and celery.. yeah.. right.. 3 things that typically you can find anytime anywhere right? nope. shelves were bare for those 3 measly items.. looking around the store it seemed that everything else was there in abundance.. but my stuff?? yeah right.. and i thought they would have it the way my day was going? ha ha ha ha haaaaaa.. i must have been sniffing some socks.
$25.00 later (cause now i had to buy the stuff that's more expensive as opposed to the stuff i would normally get) i decide on chinese food for dinner since it will be my last good meal for another 2 weeks. i have to admit, i was nervous. The way my day was going i expected undercooked slop... but my friends at the chinese place hooked me up! (minus the fortune cookie that was completely stale) i love those chefs. and that seemed to end my bad day so far.. nothing else has happened yet.. but then again i haven't talked to Kyle yet today so who knows what's lingering behind that door.
I hope you all had a better day.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Wisdom
As in teeth.
Seriously, they aren't very smart are they? They have to be pulled because they become impacted or just simply don't fit in the mouth.. If i was a smart tooth, i would either hide and never come out and never cause problems, or i would grow properly in so that i would make sure i maintain my position as the smartest of all teeth, be a mentor to the others.
I have managed to go 34 years with just 1 tiny cavity, that was just deep enough to forgo the typical white fillings they used when we were kids.. So at age 10 i received a small amalgam filling in my lower left molar.
24 years i haven't had one cavity. I've chipped a tooth (recently), but never had a cavity, and i still don't. But yet, i have to get my wisdom teeth pulled. ALL 4!. reason? one (lower right) is 1/2 impacted and creating a pocket situation where food can be trapped, key word CAN. It doesn't hurt, it's not causing problems etc, yet doc feels it should go. The two uppers are in, the upper left though does cause pressure from time to time and is causing food to be trapped in one of my other molars because it's a tight fit now.. OK so I'll floss.. the lower left has not come in yet.. though not impacted, it's just the runt of the litter.. taking it's time.. cause it just KNOWS what's gonna happen..it's gonna get yanked.. I'd be scared too!
So i was given a referral to the oral surgeon.. strictly telling the doc that i will need to be knocked out completely.. like major surgery knocked out.. then i want to be on painkillers for a good 2 weeks.. i don't want to even know my name when all is said and done for at least a week..
You see, i used to work for a dentist as an assistant.. It's not pretty what goes on in there. You all think.. 'oh no biggie they just numb it and yank'.. lol boy are you all totally WRONG.
Most cases in wisdom teeth.. they have to be cut out of the jaw.. you don't know this cause you are all numbed up or knocked out. Granted, dental procedures have come along way since 1993, but it's not good enough.. they can catheter a heart without going in for major surgery, yet wisdom teeth? you would think they would make it easier.. less painful.. less invasive.. yeah right..
I just don't understand why in the world it hurts as much as it does in the first place.. seriously think about it.. tooth is out.. no nerve.. it's gone.. nothing but a gaping hole, which is stitched closed.. yet.. the pain afterwards is almost unbearable.. Most people can't hack it.. My friends I'm one of them.. ever since my tonsillectomy in 2003, and my ruptured cyst in 2004 I'm a pain-o-phobe. I can't hack it.. call me a woos, a baby, i don't care.. i hate pain. Besides the fact that i haven't been in a conducive relationship until now, why do you think I'm not a mommy? yep.. deathly afraid of child-birth.. Just knock me out and take it out.. better yet, let's adopt! Maybe I'm less of a woman i don't care.. but teeth and ovaries, and tonsils HURT! i don't fare well on most painkillers as they make me violently ill.. they put me on Oxycontin for the cyst and wow i was vomiting within 45 minutes.
My only saving grace is they don't hurt yet.. as long as i keep brushing and flossing and rinsing i think I'll be OK.. besides, I'm going on vaca in November, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas and New Years.. so I'm no where NEAR going to make an appointment. So when and/or IF i ever get it done I'll keep ya's updated.. but for now it's a party in my mouth.. all the teeth are having a grand ole time.
Seriously, they aren't very smart are they? They have to be pulled because they become impacted or just simply don't fit in the mouth.. If i was a smart tooth, i would either hide and never come out and never cause problems, or i would grow properly in so that i would make sure i maintain my position as the smartest of all teeth, be a mentor to the others.
I have managed to go 34 years with just 1 tiny cavity, that was just deep enough to forgo the typical white fillings they used when we were kids.. So at age 10 i received a small amalgam filling in my lower left molar.
24 years i haven't had one cavity. I've chipped a tooth (recently), but never had a cavity, and i still don't. But yet, i have to get my wisdom teeth pulled. ALL 4!. reason? one (lower right) is 1/2 impacted and creating a pocket situation where food can be trapped, key word CAN. It doesn't hurt, it's not causing problems etc, yet doc feels it should go. The two uppers are in, the upper left though does cause pressure from time to time and is causing food to be trapped in one of my other molars because it's a tight fit now.. OK so I'll floss.. the lower left has not come in yet.. though not impacted, it's just the runt of the litter.. taking it's time.. cause it just KNOWS what's gonna happen..it's gonna get yanked.. I'd be scared too!
So i was given a referral to the oral surgeon.. strictly telling the doc that i will need to be knocked out completely.. like major surgery knocked out.. then i want to be on painkillers for a good 2 weeks.. i don't want to even know my name when all is said and done for at least a week..
You see, i used to work for a dentist as an assistant.. It's not pretty what goes on in there. You all think.. 'oh no biggie they just numb it and yank'.. lol boy are you all totally WRONG.
Most cases in wisdom teeth.. they have to be cut out of the jaw.. you don't know this cause you are all numbed up or knocked out. Granted, dental procedures have come along way since 1993, but it's not good enough.. they can catheter a heart without going in for major surgery, yet wisdom teeth? you would think they would make it easier.. less painful.. less invasive.. yeah right..
I just don't understand why in the world it hurts as much as it does in the first place.. seriously think about it.. tooth is out.. no nerve.. it's gone.. nothing but a gaping hole, which is stitched closed.. yet.. the pain afterwards is almost unbearable.. Most people can't hack it.. My friends I'm one of them.. ever since my tonsillectomy in 2003, and my ruptured cyst in 2004 I'm a pain-o-phobe. I can't hack it.. call me a woos, a baby, i don't care.. i hate pain. Besides the fact that i haven't been in a conducive relationship until now, why do you think I'm not a mommy? yep.. deathly afraid of child-birth.. Just knock me out and take it out.. better yet, let's adopt! Maybe I'm less of a woman i don't care.. but teeth and ovaries, and tonsils HURT! i don't fare well on most painkillers as they make me violently ill.. they put me on Oxycontin for the cyst and wow i was vomiting within 45 minutes.
My only saving grace is they don't hurt yet.. as long as i keep brushing and flossing and rinsing i think I'll be OK.. besides, I'm going on vaca in November, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas and New Years.. so I'm no where NEAR going to make an appointment. So when and/or IF i ever get it done I'll keep ya's updated.. but for now it's a party in my mouth.. all the teeth are having a grand ole time.
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