My Teeth Done Falled Out

Do you ever have that dream* where your teeth fall out? It doesn’t hurt or anything and you don’t bleed but you suddenly spit a tooth out into your hand and go, ‘Hey! There’s my tooth.’

I’ve had that dream now and again over the years. The most recent time was a few months ago and it was in the middle of the day about an hour south of Las Vegas. Oh, and it wasn’t a dream. It was REAL LIFE. Oh yes. All it takes is a piece of red licorice and a loose crown for you to have your own fun time. I’ll set you up, if you want. Just give me a call. One second you’ll be playing travel-sized Battle Ship with your son (and kicking his butt, heh) and the next you are a brick-wall silent-type shell of your former self as suddenly, you feel a squarish, hard, tooth shaped object rolling around in the licorice. In your pause, your mind is saying, ‘Did I eat teeth? I don’t remember eating a tooth. Why does my licorice feel like a tooth?’ and things like ‘Am I bleeding? Nope. Huh. Is it a tooth?’ and then ‘Dude. I guess I’ll have to spit it out in my hand to see.’ So, I did. And it was a tooth. And I sat there, staring at this tooth in my hand for about a full two minutes before I realized that if it was in fact a tooth, which it was, and I wasn’t bleeding, which I wasn’t, and it didn’t hurt, which it didn’t, I had to be dreaming. Wow, that took a long time to figure out. And then Alexandra pushed me to the side of the seat to make more room for her and the DVD player and her elbow in my ribs spoke loud and clear. I WAS AWAKE.

If this happens again, I’m sure it won’t take me 7 years to figure out that it is my crown. Big whoop-de-do. My crown. Just keep your mouth shut and don’t drink or eat anything or allow any AIR to get on your stubby toothlet until you can grab some Fixodent or you will be SORRY. Because, remember when I said it didn’t hurt? That was before I blinked or sniffed or….sat still and thought thoughts and breathed. Because that all hurt. And then putting the crown back on with some cementy** stuff? Really painful for a really long time. And if you get the thought to gargle with some spicy mouthwash to cut down on the chance of any little germies, can I just say to you, with all that I am, don’t do it. Really. Bad. Idea.

*Dreams of having teeth fall out are said to sometimes represent we are afraid of losing parts of ourselves. I had dreams about teeth falling out off and on my entire life until I was integrated.

**And then Joe found me a less glorious version of this kit that contains a lot of things I didn’t need, which I carry around in my purse with me as if I was a virile young married guy on his honeymoon that wants to always be prepared in case he sees his wife.

Bathroom Banter

“You know, when I was younger, I ALWAYS pushed the paste from the bottom of the tube.”
“Like a compulsive toothpaste squeezer?”
“But now, look at this mangled and twisted tube. I just squeeze it from anywhere.”
“To what do you attribute this great change?”
“The Fear if God! Ask me again! Ask me again!”
“To what do you attribute this great change?”
“Cleeeeaaaan Livin’! Ask me -”
“To what do you attribute this great change?”
“Sloth! Oh, I’ve got more!”

New Ring

Joe bought this for me on the way back home from rural Utah. I quite like it. I’m very into milky Butterscotch Amber and odd colors of Turquoise, sometimes white or robin’s egg blue but the green of this stone really called to me.

new_ring

I wondered if it is Gaspeite or possibly Chrysoprase. Anyone know? It has tiny reddish/brown veins running around in it.

You Know it's Time for Bed When

me: That is NOT even a WORD!
joe: uh..yes it is.
me: Dude. Ignorance. Ignorance? IGNORANCE? That guy is an idiot.
joe: Leah. It’s pronounced ig-nor-ance not ig-NOR-ance. He is not IGNORing you.

aaahh. ok. It’s 1:30 am and I’m taking my igNORance to bed.

Blogging for Business Article in Ventura County Star Features Crawberts

Business Blogging is Blooming

Some are finding these tidbits of information help in growth

By Allison Bruce

That happened to Leah Peterson of Simi Valley, who posts interviews with other bloggers as a feature on her personal site.

One of the bloggers, who has a lot of traffic on his* site, linked to her site and overwhelmed it with more traffic than it could handle. Peterson remedied the situation, but it was a reminder that an interesting post can change blog traffic levels.

Peterson has a background in photography, art and writing. She runs Crawberts.com, a Web development company, with her husband, Joe Crawford.

“Very rarely do I write about anything business-ey on my blog,” she said.

Even so, she said she found before long that her blog was leading to business connections that wouldn’t have formed otherwise.

“We don’t have to advertise as much,” she said. “We don’t have to go out looking for work as much. The word of mouth spreads instantly.”

The blog became a good place to contact people and network.

She recently posted a job ad on her blog looking for programmers — then took the opportunity to talk about those things they were looking for beyond what was mentioned in the ad, such as integrity, a strong work ethic and “know your stuff as well as you say you do.”

Peterson said there is a balance between being honest and creative while still being careful about what she posts. She makes sure to ask clients if they are OK with her mentioning contract work in the blog.

When she goes looking for people, Peterson said, one of the first things she does is look for a blog or personal Web site. She expects that others do the same.

“I think people want to know what the people are really like behind the business,” she said.

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*Heather is not a man. Interesting to me that it would be assumed that she was…..

Joe

He’s feeling insecure and missing me. We are going through a rough patch. He keeps posting photos of me. In some of them I look a little weird. In this one, I look drunk or stoned but I wasn’t either. And in this one, my hair has grown to such large proportions that they kicked me out of Utah and then made me leave the country. Germany was glad to have me. I got a new guitar! And, look at Alex! And Tony! And Devon! (Where’s Tyler?)

Joe is a good guy. He’s really working on his Stuff. And Stuff is hard to work on. Whatever happens, he’s going to be more Joe than he’s ever been.

And, I love him.