Don't Tell a Lie.

Never Tell a Lie.

I got a Root Canal last Wednesday and as everyone knows with a root canal comes a bit of pain. I find it weird that I had to get a root canal since my tooth was not actually sore, but, I trust (trusted?) my dentist and I went ahead with the procedure. So I came back to work after my root canal still a bit frozen, but determined to get my work done. My mouth was a bit swollen, but I figured that would go down and it did for the most part. All my co workers were very aware of the procedure and made a few jokes about frozenness and that was that.

Yesterday, one week after the root canal, I came into work and someone asked me if my mouth was still sore. Truthfully, Its not really, there is one spot in my mouth that is a tad bit tender, but nothing major. But for some reason to my co workers question I respond, “Yeah I think it’s a bit infected.” – OKAY FIRST Why the H--E double hockey sticks would I even say that? I guess I wanted some sympathy that day. Anywho, my coworkers when on about, “Oh yeah, I can really see the swelling in you cheeks” & “Oh wow right on your left cheek” & “I bet you will be happy when the swelling goes down.” OH MY WORD… My cheeks are not even swollen. They are normal size which okay I admit is a tad rounder than the usual person, but its part of my charm… right?

Now every morning that I come in I have to hold true to the infection story, today was “much better.” I work with mostly women who want to be or who have already been mothers and lets just say everyone has some advise, every – single – morning. Oh I can wait until Monday when I am “healed up.” I don’t know how much more of this advice I can take. Well I guess this will teach me a lesson.

Don’t lie, its too much work.

I Am me - by Virginia Satir

I read this poem on the Web today and I thought I would Post it... Basicall the author wrote this poem when she was working with an angry 15 year old. (Um what 15 year old isnt angry...) The girl had a lot of questions about life and what it meant, and I liked it, so im posting it. The Highlighted words are the ones I liked the most.

I am me.
In all the world, there is no one exactly like me.
There are persons who have some parts like me,
but no one adds up exactly like me.

Therefore, everything that comes out of me
is authentically mine because I alone choose it.
I own everything about me
including everything it does;
including all its thoughts and ideas;
including the images of all they behold;
whatever they may be...
anger,
joy,
frustration,
love,
disappointment,
excitement
and all the words that come out of it
polite,
sweet or rough,
correct or incorrect;
loud or soft.
And all my actions, whether they be to others or to myself.

I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears.
I own all my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes.
Because I own all of me I can become intimately acquainted with me.
By doing so I can love me and be friendly with me in all parts.
I can then make it possible for all of me to work in my best interests.

I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me,
and other aspects that I do not know.
But as long as I am friendly and loving to myself,
I can courageously and hopefully, look for solutions to the puzzles
and for ways to find out more about me.

However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I thinkand feel at a given moment in time is me.

This is authentic and represents where I am in that moment in time.
When I review later how I looked and sounded, what I said and did, and how Ithought and felt, some parts may turn out to be unfitting.
I can discard that which is unfitting, and keep that which proved fitting,
And invent something new for that which I discarded.

I can see, hear, feel, think, say and do.
I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive,
and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me.
I own me, and therefore I can engineer me.

My Conspiracy Theory – Easter Egg Hunt

I have decided that that whole “Easter Egg Hunt” concept must have come from parents trying to give their kids a little bit of payback for the whole Easter dinner process. You see, this weekend I decided that I would be making Easter Dinner (Which in my opinion was a smashing success). So I went on with my week thinking, “oh I have Friday off, I will go shopping then.” Big Mistake! Did you know that I think every single person on the planet thinks like that? So here I am Costco, hunting around the store for Items that I need for the following day, because its so busy, people are pushing and shoving, I almost lost a limb. Don’t even get me going on how the liquor store was closed…

Anywho, in conclusion, Mother and Fathers everywhere have went through this shopping process and then had to cook… and through bitterness they decided to make their children hunt for their Easter candy.

The End.