Check it, wreck it, let’s begin
- Tag Team

Ok, so I’ve been tagged. Thanks Chris! =) Apparently I’m supposed to write seven things about myself that you may or may not know. Let’s see, where to begin…

1) I’m allergic to sand. Seriously. I know -- it’s sad isn’t it? I couldn’t play in the sandbox as a kid or I would break out something ridiculous. I’m not much of a beach person anyway (see previous sun burn post), but the sand issue is the primary reason for that. It’s not as bad as it used to be, but still. Allergic to sand? Pretty depressing, huh?

2) Along those same lines, I hate, hate, HATE to get water in my eyes. During daddy/daughter swimming lessons I always dreaded going underwater. One time I convinced them to let me hold onto the ladder instead of holding hands in the circle to go under. When they came back up I was in the locker room, talking about, yeah, let’s go home dad I don't care if I can't swim. I was four. Nothing’s changed. I love to swim, but I have to keep a towel and goggles very near by.

3) I took dance for ten years. Ugh. Can’t believe I just admitted that on the public interweb or whatever we’re calling it these days. I started out in the combo class – ballet and tap at age 5. I did a few years of that, then it was jazz until I was a freshman in high school. I was awful. No seriously –terribly, terribly awful. I tried my best, but some of us just ain’t born with taps or jazz shoes on.

4) I’m completely obsessed with music. I mean, I’m just completely fanatical about most kinds of music. I quote lyrics in everyday conversation; post them on this site and pretty much listen to music all the time. I have to make myself not buy every single thing that interests me. That in and of itself takes a great amount of self control. I harbor a secret dream of being involved in the music business somehow – whether it be a concert promoter or something similar. But what would be better than being a back up singer? You keep your anonymity, but get to be part of concerts every night? Awesome. Sigh, a girl can dream, can’t she?

5) I would love to just up and move to somewhere like Chicago or Dallas or wherever. But I know I would miss my family and friends way too much. Still, it would be cool for a change of pace. I think it would be fun to do that for a year. I would never make it, though. I’m too much of a homebody. Always have been, always will be. I guess I should just travel more.

6) I have won three Addys. I’m very proud of that fact. Two were for television commercials and one was for a billboard. I’m still pissed they wouldn’t pay to let me actually have a duplicate of the awards. Oh well, I’m comforted in knowing that at some point in time, my creative genius and ability was actually recognized.

7) I’m a huge introvert. It’s true. Those of you that know me are probably rolling your eyes right now, but think back to before you got to know me. Remember? I’m super shy. I don’t do well at parties because the thought of talking to strangers freaks me out. I just tend to clam up. Put me in a room with people I know and am comfortable around and I’ll talk until someone shuts me up. I know, I’m an adult and should just get over it, but the Myers-Briggs test says that is just how I am. (For those of you into that sort of thing, I’m an INFJ. Strong on the I, N and F and cloudy on the J. I’m definitely a P in my personal life, a J at work). “Too shy, shy, hush, hush, eye to eye.” (See, I told you I was all about the music!)

So, here’s the deal, I have to tag some other folks, here goes:

Justin – Come on now, you know you want to!
Scott – Never seen you turn down any type of game before
Liesa – Ok, so you’re having a baby, but you can work on this while you’re gone for the next, oh 37 weeks.
Holli – Dude, its fun! I promise!


Ok, so I can only think of four folks to tag. Ones that might actually do it and that blog. The rest of my pals reading this – you all should totally be blogging! Whatcha waitin’ for?

The rules:
Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to then report this on their own blog with their 7 things as well as these rules. They then need to tag 7 others and list their names on their blog. They are also asked to leave a comment for each of the tagged, letting them know they have been tagged and to read the blog.

Happy Birthday Liesa! I hope you have a great day!

-- Fergie

I went to the dentist last week. I don’t really mind going in for a cleaning, but that’s because I have pretty decent teeth and I try pretty hard to take good care of them. The past few weeks I’ve done a lot of traveling and therefore I haven’t had time to really get serious with my dental hygiene. You know, when I’m aware I have a dentist appointment coming up, I’m straight up in front of the mirror brushing and flossing like I’m about to meet the Queen or something. Making sure my teeth are sparkling and what not. Well, when you’re dealing with chunks of time away from your home base, and you’re working with a travel sized toothbrush and water you’re not used to, some of the focus manages to slip off the impending dental appointment.

I haven’t been flossing. (Various sounds of indignation pipe up from the reading audience). I know. I also find it hard to believe. It really just occurred to me the day before my appointment that the ol’ floss hadn’t been out of the drawer in a while. It was too late to worry about it, though and I proceeded to the dental appointment with some trepidation.

I used to want to be a dentist. I’m not exactly sure why. Well, maybe it was because I was born an old soul. Really, truly, I was. When I was four, and all the other kids wanted to be Batman or a firefighter when they grew up, I wanted to be a dentist because, well, it just seemed like the practical thing to do. I have a sneaking suspicion this thought was placed in my young and still forming brain by repeated viewings of “Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer.” Remember the elf that wanted to go to dental school? Seriously – you make TOYS, how fun is that, but instead, he wanted to be a dentist. I always knew that if I could do whatever I wanted, practical or not, I would have totally been a detective. (Those of you that know me really well, know that I would be a kick ass detective. I’m still observant to a fault.) Anyway, I got older and discovered how long dental school would take and I backed right off that idea really quick.

Anyway, the hygienist comes to the waiting room and calls for Abby. I was totally irritated. She’s cleaned my teeth every six months for probably the past year and a half and she called me Abby Dabbs. (Insert your own Abby Dabby jokes here.) We get to the room and she discovers that I haven’t updated my health form. So after that fun, it’s time to begin. I don’t know much about teeth, but it always fascinates me that they start by taking the little miniature ice pick (call it what you want) and pressing on each tooth. It’s almost as if they’re counting to make sure they are all still there from your last visit. I’m pretty sure if I had lost a tooth in the past six months, I would lead with that, as opposed to, “Yeah, I’m doing ok, how are you?” She let out a sigh and wearily said, “So, you been flossing?”

You know what, I thought? Screw it. “Nope, I really haven’t. I’ve been traveling some lately and have been kind of busy.” She acknowledged that traveling makes it harder to keep your flossing straight and then launched into the speech. “So you know the stats, right? I mean about flossing and all that.” “Yeah, I do.” Now, I couldn’t quote them to you, but I’m pretty sure the stats are every time you fail to floss a small child has their favorite toy taken away from them or something like that. Oh and something about heart disease and gum disease being linked, right? I’m on it, got it.

She proceeded to the scraping part and ugh, I hate that. The actual cleaning business isn’t that bad, but the scraping? Yuck. Then we get to the flossing. On the upper teeth, I’m pretty sure she was trying to jerk the floss up through my gums and into my nasal cavities. For the lower teeth, she was hell bent on ripping the floss through my gums and out my chin. I know she was thinking, “That’ll teach ya not to floss, bitch” the whole time. Oh well, when she finally finished she told me "everything looked good except, you know, you need to really floss, really floss every day.” Then the dentist came in with his cute self and his whiter than snow teeth and was super nice. So, moral of the story? Floss. Don’t be like me. And to quote Regina King, “If I wasn’t an actress, I would be working in dental hygiene because I think it’s important for folks to have their mouth situation straight.” You heard her, get your mouth situations straight, y’all.