Going to the dentist! Or the random griping thread...!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Just got back from a dental appointment! Not too bad this, just time for a cleaning, or “scaling”, as they call it here (as if the experience weren’t traumatic enough! They decide to give it a horrifying name, too!)…

God I hate going to the dentist! It’s nothing personal (should there be any dentists who pop into this thread), if I met you at a party, or other social event, I’d probably quite like you, actually. But the whole idea of laying in that damn chair with a cloth covering my face so I can’t see what instrument of torture is coming next, 4 or 5 different things stuck in my mouth variously sucking, blowing, sputtering, and making that semi-empty straw “there’s no more coke here 'midst us ice cubes” noise… UGH! And the whine of a dental drill! Double UGH with 2 exclaimation points!! Nails on a chalkboard are as music to me, but a dental drill gives me goosebumps and causes my testicles to crawl back up inside my abdomen!

As if it wasn’t bad enough, the dentist tells me that I have gingivitis… going back on Thursday so that he can, somehow or other, clean up under my gums. I’m sure that’s going to be just as pleasant as it sounds like it might be!:frowning: I use Listerine[sup]TM[/sup] every morning… isn’t that supposed to help prevent Gingivitis? Damn!

Now I’m sitting at work, drained, and I feel like I have post-traumatic stress disorder! Heavy Sigh [sup]Nobody hug me in this thread, I’m liable to bite![/sup]

So, what’s your gripe today?

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{{{{{Astroboy}}}}}

Ow! Let go! Stop biting me! Help!

:wink:

Ordinarily, I would have entirely too many gripes to fit into this thread but I had an absolutely wonderful day today and I’m still blissfully unaware of anything negative in the world! But I feel for you–dentists are usually not fun! Carry on!

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Astroboy stops biting long enough to say:

Damn, evilbeth, you and I seem to be living mirror-image lives! I have a bad day, you have a good one! I’m kicking back with a beer because the semester is over, you’re stressing over finals!

Weird!!

…back to biting evilbeth

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Thanks for reminding me that I need to go to the dentist, thanks a lot. :wink:

My gripe today? This is going to sound silly, but on Saturday night I was telling my friend a story about one of my ex’s friends and I’m still kind of resentful.

About 7 years ago, I went to see “Easy Rider” with my friend Leah and my future ex-husband. We were sitting right behind a rowdy group of my FXH’s friends and they were being obnoxiously loud all through the movie. Finally, I had enough and told them to be quiet so that the rest of us could hear the movie. One of the guys, Beau, took offense at that, and we started in on each other and for some reason we both left the theatre and continued arguing outside.

So, I’m standing up by the wall, Beau is screaming and cursing at me and starts punching the wall right next to my face. Of course, I’m scared to death because this guy could easily kick my ass, so I’m trying to calm him down without saying I was wrong, because I totally wasn’t.

Finally, FXH comes out to see what’s going on. And instead of tearing Beau a new one for scaring me and being a dickhead, he starts trying to “mediate”. You know like “Beau, it isn’t nice to yell at Tracy, but Tracy you should have been nicer to Beau.” Hell-friggen-lo!!! I didn’t do anything wrong, it was all his fault!

So I got super pissed off and yelled at them both and started walking my pissed off butt home through the ghetto. FXH was nice enough to go get the car and chase me down and take me home, but he was all like “Beau’s one of my oldest friends and you have to understand how he is, blah blah blah.”

Somehow I managed to put that all out of my head until Saturday night, and now I’m all resentful and planning my revenge against Beau (I already punished FXH enough by marrying him). :::evil cackle::: Vengeance will be mine!

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Hey, aren’t you several hours ahead of me in time? 'Cause if you are, could you tell me what kind of day you’re having so I know what to expect on my end?

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Sounds like this “Beau” guy is a real jerk, tater! Let us know what the revenge is, OK? Make us proud!:smiley:

**CrackleHello?? This is Astroboy speaking to you mysteriously from the future! Am I coming in?Crackle Hello?? I have the winning lottery numbers for you! Are you recieving me??

It makes my head hurt to think about it evilbeth, but I’m something like 13-16 hours ahead of you (not taking into account the 1 hour daylight savings time thingy which they don’t do here…) depending on where you are. I seem to recall that you are in CA. Is that right? If so, then I think I’m about 13 or so hours ahead of you… right now it is 5:10PM on Monday, April 9… going to go have dinner with Astrofiancee shortly. [sup]Still want those lottery numbers?:D[/sup]

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Actually, I am in Tennessee–about three hours ahead of California. Which makes you about what…13 hours ahead of me. It’s 4:17am on Monday here. Now I have a headache. Nevermind! Just send those lottery mubers! :wink:

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When did they get a lottery in Tennessee! Or are you gonna drive up to Kentucky?

And that Beau sure is a jerk…he named his kid after BEER. BEER!

Heh, Bethie, I think I scared my friend out of ever moving to Tennessee. :smiley:

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Oh no! What did you do? You didn’t tell your friend about the elephant hanging did you?

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I’m not sure what I did, I was just telling him about my Dad, Bubba’s family and the story of how my cousin accidently married his own niece and well…he got all quiet like.

I probably shouldn’t have mentioned my ride up to Jackson in the ghetto-mobile.

That’s another gripe, people thinking that just because you’re from Tennesse you’re all unsophisticated and shit. :wink:

Oh, and here’s another gripe, people who stand right in front of the damn magazine rack and read the magazines right there, blocking the view for those of us who are actually there to buy them. These people must die.

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You think it’s bad being from Tn.? Try telling people you’re from Kentucky. They keep looking to see if you have extra toes from all the inbreeding. I tell people I’m from Tn. so I have some chance of being considered intelligent, or at least normal. Yeah, I’d settle for normal. S

Regards.

Testy.

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You tell people you’re from Tennessee so they think better of you? That’s messed up! At least Kentucky has some form of higher entertainment/maybe even culture–the Kentucky Derby.

Here we have Elvis and Dollywood and…um…Moon Pies…now I’m depressed!

(Sorry for the hijack, Astro!)

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Hey, you’ve got Graceland!

Um … never mind.

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Remember your favorite little tater is having to go back to Tennessee for a whole month? Could we at least pretend I’ll be able to continue the lifestyle I’ve become accustomed to whilst living amongst the Trash?

Plus, I’m trying to talk people into coming to visit poor lonely me in Memphis and this isn’t helping!

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I’d come visit, but that’s like a LOOOONG walk from here!:smiley:

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Commiserations to all those having poo time.

You know what my random gripe today is? My boobs hurt! I’m due on and they hurt just to walk, dammit.

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Testy, you could tell people your from Extreme Southern Ohio…oh wait, there’s that whole Ohio thing…West West Virgi…never mind…Eastern Illinois…dang this whole Mid-West straight to Heck!

My gripe now is there’s no way to live in the Mid-West and sound the least bit classy. “More Cheez Whiz on your corn dog, anyone? Wash it down with a nice Burger? (local beer reference)”

now using the Standard Shift Sig. to improve server speed.
“Oh, for the love of Mike” BGY-11

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I almost missed this:

I was planning on naming my first son “Full Sail Ale”! You’re saying this is a bad thing, tater?

And, Fran, you’ve inspired me to a new gripe (my last before I go to bed… I have a 9AM class tomorrow, and they actually expect the teacher to show! Sheesh!): what’s up with this whole menstruation thing, anyways? This week, Astrofiancee (who I’m pretty sure gave up on reading this message board, so I think I’m safe…) is, shall we say, “visiting with her monthly friend”… what does this mean for your friendly, neighborhood Astroboy? You guessed it! No nooky for me! AHHHHH! :frowning:

Picture poor Astroboy on his knees atop a tall mountain, hands raised to the skies as lighting flashes around him, and thunderclaps assail his ears… “What about MY needs?” he wails to an uncaring universe…

Ah, screw it! I’m going to bed!