Too bad I can't feel my face (or the perils of dental work..)

Say...you know what's NOT a good idea?

Going out in public and attempting to talk to people immediately following dental work. After I got my cleaning about two weeks ago, it was discovered that not only do I have crap teeth that require prescription toothpaste (30 smackers a tube for 3 times the flouride....stupid, stupid teeth), but I also had two tiny spots that needed to be fixed on two of my bottom teeth.

And of course, they were toward the front.

So when I went in this afternoon, I got more than my fair share of numbing, but was basically in and out a lot faster than I thought I would be.

Since I didn't have rush hour traffic to drive through, I decided to look at the garden center at Lowe's out on 334. (And yes...I did buy a hanging basket of impatients. I'm a sucker, what can I say. And they were only seven dollars. Isn't getting needles stuck in my gums worth at least that?)

Um. Not my brightest idea.

As I write this, I STILL cannot feel the lower half of my face. My bottom lip feels like it could the the size of a car tire. I bet you could punch me in the mouth right now and it wouldn't hurt a bit. However, we would  most likely no longer be friends. Trust me..this WOULD hurt you.

Back to my meanderings at Lowe's.

Since I can't really feel my face, this means I can't really talk. I mean I can, but it's really ugly. It sounds like I've had a stroke. Or two. Or maybe it just sounds like I drink a lot. (A LOT!) Whatever the case may be, I frightened a perfectly nice high school aged boy when I tried to thank him for my change. It was probably the combination of stroke speech and unmoving mouth that creeped him out. (But hey! It wasn't ME picking my nose waiting for customers at the cash register. Thankfully, he had the decency not to use that hand in giving my back my change. Thank god for small favors, eh?)

I'm getting ready to take off to walk the canal downtown..and maybe when I'm done with my stroll, I will be able to feel my face again.

It's a beautiful day--so who can ask for more than that?

Nothing a little eye candy can't fix!

Well, actually sweating my ass off multiple times a week and contorting myself into various poses that are reportedly in some places called "lunges" is what it's going to take to "fix" me.

I've got the Spring Time "I don't want to be at home and act like a grown up and take care of my house!" bug. And unless it involves being outside and planting flowers, I'm not doing much of it.


However, I have made my bed for like a week straight. Every morning. I know. This shocks even me.(This kind of thing got me an allowance when I was like eight. $.25 a day! Woo-hoo!) I'm actually beginning to wonder what is happening to me? And now I'm ready to re-do my bedroom. Bought paint samples and everything. I'm going to be doing some drawings to see how I want my furniture to go in the room. (Okay. Wait a second. Me? Thinking something through? Beforehand? Seriously--this might be a sign of the Apocalypse. Don't say you haven't been warned!)


But..let's get back to the eye candy.

It's a beautiful day and I plan to take full advantage. That's why after I leave work today I'm heading downtown, meeting up with people and "strolling" (which is code for busting my hump) along the canal. I have it on very good authority that boys from IUPUI do lots of running on said canal--sans shirts. (Thank you, thank you, thank you!) Let's hope it's all it has been hyped to be, or I may forgo the exercise for a few beers and some nachos.

Which is definitely NOT on my diet plan for today. (What is? Why that would be my homemade roasted chicken salad with walnuts, grapes, and a tad bit of tarragon and thyme. Toss with light mayo and fat free sour cream--and voila! Delish. Just be proud that I didn't buy super yummy butter filled croissants to put it on...and I won't say I wasn't tempted.)

Sigh. Yes. I've jumped right back on the wagon. Measuring portions, weighing things out (including myself...sigh) and just generally getting back into the groove of daily exercise. Which isn't bad, mind you, it's just that my body is weeping--and begging me to just "sit our ass down on the couch and watch Tivo!". Sorry body, gotta keep moving. Hence why I need a tad bit more motivation on this Tuesday afternoon. (I skipped yesterday. I didn't get home until after nine. But I did run up and down the basement stairs at Butler roughly fifteen times-that counts. Sort of.) So what if it takes good looking half naked men to get me up and going--at least I am!

However, I am in need of new shoes--and I'm torn. New Balance or Adidas? (I don't wear Nike. Period.) Decisions, decisions......

And maybe if I do sweat enough-I can have some of the BEST ICE CREAM EVER. Blue Bell is now for sale at Meijer in Indy! This brings me back to my days as a kidlet in Houston....and put the biggest smile on my face. Half a gallon? Who cares! I'll take it!

Now. Who is going to keep this stuff under lock and key away from me?

It's a BIG night in Naptown!!

Ooooh. How freaking excited am I today?

And for good reason: tonight at 9:21 pm, the Butler Bulldogs are going to start beating the tar out of those Blue Devils from Duke. And am I the only one that thinks of deviled ham when I see Duke's mascot? And what exactly is a "Blue Devil"? Is it just Satan sitting in some heavy air conditioning? Feel free to let me know.

Interesting tidbit: the only team in the Tournament that had a better graduation rate at 96% than Butler's 94%? Duke. See??? Some programs remember why those kids are there in the first place: TO GET A DAMN EDUCATION! So I have to respect them for that...but that doesn't mean I have to like them....
And hey Brad Stevens and co--next year let's get that back up to 100%--where it was when I was in school, shall we?

Even though I put in close to 70 hours last week--it was totally worth it. To see all the alumns, students, fans so excited was amazing. So many people were around just checking the school out, too. Guess what? I still highly recommend it. Pretty campus, fantastic instructors who push you to go above and beyond--because they know you can do better, great sense of community (but not in a hokey barfy kind of way), and more importantly, a real chance at finding out what you love and who you are. Oh! And actually being supported by friends that you will have for the rest of your life--the icing on the cake. I will be a Butler Girl forever. Don't like it? Suck it. (I didn't say a nice Butler Girl, did I?) I'm close to bursting with pride for my little school that could....bring on the big boys--we can handle it, no problem!

So tonight--wish us luck! Trust me, if Saturday is any indication--I will be crying either way. (I can't believe it. I cried. In public. See? My tear ducts do work.)

Something else I recommend? Pre-ordering Jen Lancaster's newest book My Fair Lazy:

There was also a web film thingy that she did that you can check out here:

http://www.amazon.com/gp/mpd/permalink/m3KAKABCVR1EBX

If you haven't read any of Jen's stuff--get thee to a bookstore or library STAT! Me? I'm counting down the days until May 4th!

But--most important for today: GO DAWGS!!

We'll sing the Butler war song,

We'll give a fighting cry;

We'll fight the Butler battle--

Bulldogs ever do or die.

And in the glow of the victory firelight,

Hist'ry cannot deny

To add a page or two

For Butler's fighting crew

Beneath the Hoosier sky.