MySpace

Even though I registered quite some time ago, I've only just recently used MySpace http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=68758683 . My friend Ashley sucked me in. I customized my wallpaper, added some tunes, filled in the profile, uploaded pics for a slideshow and found some friends. For the first few days I was obsessed with adding friends so as not to appear like a loser. Now I'm up to 20+ so I feel pretty good about it. Even had a few comments. Haven't linked to the blog yet in case someone I don't want to read it happens across me on MySpace.
Anyway, now I am getting random requests to add friends or emails from total strangers.

April ( http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=56212100 ) would like to be added and emailed the following:

Hey there, I created my myspace because I heard it was a great way to get in touch with people. While i was randomly browsing profiles, I came across yours. I know you don't know me ... but I am gathering info for a consumer report project. I need to know who is favored between Coke and Pepsi. And this is what I was hoping you would help with. Because I appreciate your time just reading this, I found a $100 gift card and though I'd share to thank you for your help!! Click Here to Vote again THANKS! And don't be shy if you have any thoughts on why Coke lost their edge, that is basically the topic of the report.

Uh what?

And Valentina's Passion ( http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=54411330&MyToken=7b0f2237-aaad-4933-806f-4edc34f15e7b) didn't request to be added but emailed and wants to know:

Hello! Would you be interested in hosting a sensual products party or a spa party? Valentina

Really? Is that the type of thing you ask someone you don't know? Has this approach worked for her in the past? Do you really want to come to the house of a person that would agree to host such a party via email?

I cried at the dentist's office

I've never been afraid of the dentist. I've had fillings, a root canal, and some uncomfortable scraping of the tartar, but no anxiety over it.
Things change.
I have become a freaking baby.
A few years ago I went for some rather extensive dental work. It was shortly before I went back to work after having my first child. So there was a time constraint. I needed the work done before I started the job as I was pretty sure a Slingblade-toothed receptionist wouldn't have gone over very well with the new employer.
Anyway, I also didn't have dental insurance and picked some guy that was close-ish to my house. He had to be related to Dr. Mengele. He will heretofore be know as Craisan, (pronounced Asian with a CR on the front, as in a Crazy Asian.)
So the Craisan didn't really believe in numbing gums or deadening any areas before drilling my teeth down. He also seemingly didn't believe in matching crowns to the other teeth around them. So I ended up with a new fear of dentists and a really bad crown and bridge set.
Well I've been to the dentist (not the Craisan) a time or two since then (no, I am not religious about every 6 months), but for whatever reason, I now have an irrational fear of actual dental work.
The new dentist was a very nice woman. Her hygienist was very nice. They were as gentle as one can be when using that weird pick to get into awkward mouth areas and remove gross shit. But I had tears. At first just one squeezed out, but then when they asked me if I was alright, I freaking lost it. Not heaves or anything, but lots of tears that wouldn't really stop.
And I have a cavity. So I need to go back for a filling. I half-jokingly asked if I could be put under for it, but was not jokingly told no.

And just for the record, I did tell them that I have this irrational fear before they started in on me.

Also for the record, I have nothing against Asians in general, just this one. And it is for descriptionary purposes only.

How long do you hold?

I am attempting to make a dental appointment for my daughter. We have to change dentists as our insurance doesn't cover the other guy, of course. My daughter really likes the old one. She even looks forward to the dentist. That is how good he was. For the last couple of visits, I took her to him even though we paid out of pocket. That isn't really feasible anymore.
Anyway, I look up who is covered and close. I call. The man that answers asks if I am an existing patient and what insurance we have.
I answer.
He tells me to hold on.
I hold.
And I hold. And I am typing this post while holding.
I am getting ready to hang up and find someone else.
He picks back up and apologizes profusely.
He gets my daughter in today at 1 to fill a cancelled appointment.
It was 12 minutes and 6 seconds that I waited.
I am on the fence. We'll see how well the dentist interacts with a child to determine if we ever go back.
I am not a fan of bad customer service or relations or whatever you want to call it, but I also used to answer phones for a living and received way more calls than a dental office. I know things happen and you forget someone or the calls are pouring in and you can't answer fast enough.
But still.
That is 12 minutes and 6 seconds I will never get back.

I think I just wet my pants

http://www.lokiltd.com/vid_35_hi.htm

This is funny and has bad words so don't play it loud at work.
Nothing like a little Reservoir Dogs re-enactment to kick off your weekend.
ESPECIALLY from this group...

Making things happen

Perhaps you remember from a previous post that one of the things I want to do is have a girls' weekend. Something where we get away from men and children and drink wine and play games and go out to dinner and just do things that are to refresh, relax, and re-energize ourselves.
Well hot damn! I'm doing it.
This fall a couple of my girlfriends and I are going to spend a weekend in Weston, MO. Why Weston? Why not? It is far enough away that we will be out of town, but not too far on the off chance that something happens to one of our kids.
We are having a blast preparing. Ashley is making a spreadsheet of all the B & Bs and hotels in the area (because what self-respecting media gal doesn't make a spreadsheet while planning an escape?) , and I keep searching around online seeing the different restaurants and bars they have. We may even go the weekend of the Apple Fest. Not sure what that means, and don't really care. And I think that Ashley is as excited as I am which helps fuel the fire.
I am so glad that we are doing this. I already feel a little pepped up from my recent funk. Now I just have to wait 2 months before we actually go. I am sure my husband will be really tired of hearing about it by then.
So I can now mark off number 15 from my list.