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Heading up to the cottage for awhile.
I’ve been looking forward to this for ages - family, friends, good times.
(And perhaps a certain someone will be celebrating a birthday by jumping in the lake??)
Stay well.
(The above image is of my eldest son and my mother fishing – a shared love. Click to enlarge it - I know they're barely visible. A certain someone is also a poor photographer.)
Yup. I was right. I’m now wearing braces – but of a very simple kind. A bonded wire was affixed to my six bottom front teeth today. Saints be praised, the wire is on the back of the teeth although this set-up is irritating my tongue something fierce.
I was very, very good during the procedure. In fact, I was told afterward, “Working on you was like working on a mannequin.” In other words, a dead body. I totally zoned out. Best way to endure that kind if thing – if you can.
I know this wire is a very minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things, but still, what next?
Well, after the ortho visit, I had an appointment to get my hair trimmed. (And, yeah, dyed – again. I really hate this dyeing the hair routine.) Anyway, I decided to get my hair cut really short, pull my bangs back with a barrette, go around with my mouth pursed (to hide the wire which is certainly visible to me because, of course, I keep opening my mouth WIDE to look) and make the transformation back to childhood complete.
My riveting appearance and allure just continue to improve with age. Amazing, isn’t it? One might think I’ve made a Faustian pact with the devil.
No current photo with the wire in place – you’ll just have to trust me that with my hair cut short, etc., I look exactly like I do in the photo above – with just a few (!) laugh lines added to that chubby face.
Cid of Blog Like No One is Reading tagged me for a game of photo tag called First Folder - Tenth Photo. From the first folder of photos you created on your computer, you post the tenth photo.
I cheated. The tenth photo* was a goofy one of me. So, instead I’ve posted the eleventh photo. I’m also to do a brief write-up as to the story behind said photo, so here goes…
Before BooksEtc. came into being I’d started to create a blog to promote my writing. I scrapped the idea. However, I still have the folder of pictures and images I was going to use on that aborted blog. The above photo is one of them.
Yes, I have written for some of the various True Magazines - those legendary romance rags. These particular stories of mine do not represent my finest literary efforts but they’re not as easy to write as one might assume and the competition is fierce. The money is excellent – certainly better than the little or no monies received for publication in literary journals.
My story A Fairytale Prince & All That Jazz made it on the cover of this particular magazine. It was actually quite a thrill at the time. When you write for these magazines you don’t receive any credit – i.e. your name is not used. That’s okay with me - again, the money makes it all worthwhile .
This was an interesting tag in that it prompted me to write about something I’ve never mentioned before on this blog. And although I cheated with the photo, I did use that First Folder.
If you’re interested in participating, consider yourself tagged.
Sherry? Bee? The Bodhi Chicklet? Oreneta? Cip? Guy? Reeny? Deidre? Laughingwolf? Cheryl? Zhu? AMC?
Anyone??? Come on, play with me.
* Can’t believe I ever considered using that goofy picture on that blog…yikes…
A few words recently encountered which always confuse me:
Spendthrift
Don’t you think the word spendthrift should mean someone who is careful with money (cheap) rather than an extravagant shopper or one who wastes or squanders their money? I do. It’s the “thrift” part that gets me. (As in thrifty…)
Wiseacre
When you come across the word “wiseacre” in a book, does it stop you cold? It does me. I try various ways of saying it out loud to see if I’ve ever actually used it - and likely mispronounced it. I finally checked via Google (this link provides sound). Conclusion – I have never uttered the word.
WHO DOES???? I’ve never heard anyone say it!
Wouldn’t using the expression “smart aleck” suffice?
But then, who or what is an aleck??
Failsafe
I do know what this word means (and how to pronounce it) but to me it conjures up the image of a safe (as in one of those metal things, not the other kind…) – a safe that is faulty and ripe for the picking/robbing.
My fascination and love affair with words continues….
photo credit: http://bumperstickers.cafepress.com
Was at the dentist yesterday. I never, ever like going there.
It was noted that I have a wobbly bottom tooth. (Their descriptive word, not mine.) I was not aware of its wobbliness since I don’t pick and push at it with a metal object. And, of course, now I am constantly touching it with my tongue to check for the wobble. This is not a good thing to be doing.
“You need a blah…blah…blah…wire.”
“You mean braces??!!” (All I heard was the word wire and wire = braces in my book)
“Oh, no, not really – just a wire.”
Not really my ass. (Or should I say my tooth?)
“And until you get the work done, don’t bite anything using that bottom tooth.”
Try eating without biting.
I’m now frantically trying to book an appointment with the orthodontist (this word also spells b-r-a-c-e-s to me) to whom I’ve been referred before I go away on holidays. What kind of vacation is it if you can’t bite? I can’t drink wine and coolers the entire time!
Obviously, I’m not too old for braces but I do NOT want a visit from the Tooth Fairy.
