Just stick to fixing teeth

I think the creepy dentist I'm assisting for was trying to flirt with me this morning. We had a little boy getting a filling, and while we were waiting for him to get numbed up, the doctor rolled in on his chair and pushed my chair across the room with his foot. He then laughed a little and said "I used to do that to Jenny," (the assistant I've been filling in for since June) "and she used to be like, what?" I laughed a little just to keep the situation from being as awkward as possible and we proceeded with the filling. Afterwards, I was about to walk the patient back up to the front, and told the boy to follow me, which Dr. G adds, "Yeah, follow the pretty lady!" and then, I kid you not, he giggled and did some kind of jazz-hands motion and almost skipped away. I've been avoiding him ever since. Thank God today's a short work day...

Confessions

A few of my friends have blogged random facts/confessions of themselves so I think I'll follow suit:

1. Although my name is Cat, I am quite allergic to them.
2. I absolutely hate (most) chick flicks, I'd rather watch Die Hard With a Vengeance or The Rock over a chick flick any day.
3. I became a tomboy and refused to wear skirts and dresses starting in preschool when a group of kindergarten-age boys pulled up my sundress in front of everyone and shouted "HEY LOOK AT HER UNDERWEAR!" - it took me until mandatory dress up days for volleyball in high school to get me to wear 'em again
4. I really really really want to go skydiving, but I wouldn't bungee jump to save my own life.
5. I can make my shoulder blades stick out so it looks like I have boobs on my back.
6. I can also do an impression of a Cabbage Patch Doll and can do a good turtle.
7. My first kiss was because of a game of spin the bottle in 6th grade, and the boy did everything in his power to try not to have to kiss me
8. I had a nose job in 4th grade (I'll explain later if you really wanna know).
9. Once during 6th grade, I managed to upset my teacher enough that she sent me down to the 3rd grade class for the entire rest of the day
10. I won a silver and a bronze medal in figure skating my junior year of high school.
11. My summer occupation can be best summed up by saying that I suck spit for a living.

A little Poll

My mom is telling her boyfriend personal stuff about me that I don't want him to know, like my GPA, the fact that I got rejected from dental school, etc, and she thinks it's perfectly fine and that I should "get over it." She says it's because these are things that are important to her, and she and the bf discuss things that are important to them, so there's no harm in mentioning it to him, "what's he going to do with the information anyway?"
I feel this is an invasion of my privacy and the things she's telling him are things I only want people I care about to know, him not being on the aforementioned list.

What do you think? Is she invading my personal privacy and disrespecting my wishes, or am I being irrational and "censoring" what she can talk to him about?

routine...

Life has gotten into a little bit of a routine now. This is sort of a good thing, considering I haven't had a good, stable routine in a while. On the other hand, it's getting a little repetitive at times so I'm starting to see burnout with work. Here's my life:
Monday through Wed I wake up at 6:00am, get ready for work, and eat my breakfast while watching the weather. After deciding whether or not to rollerblade into work, I head over, either with a quick drive, or a 15 min. rollerblade, praying to God that the banks and museum I pass do not have their sprinklers on (like lunch 2 days ago). I do the Mr. Rogers thing at work by changing my shoes and putting on my official Midwest Dental assistant smock, and then spend my whole day setting up, assisting in, and tearing down after procedures. At the end of the day, repeat transit method in the opposite direction, then have supper, dink around on the computer, study a little bit (I need to do that more than I have been) then go to bed. Thursdays I have off, but I still get my butt up and go to work with TJ's mom, who owns a quilt shop and could use my free help. Fridays are pretty much a repeat of Mon through Wed. but are done at 3:30 instead of 7pm. Weekends usually have various things, but lately have involved driving a lot, which is making me contemplate getting a moped considering gas prices. Next week, repeat above. Well it's off to work, I just hope the sprinklers are off.

You'd think a college degree would prevent it, but...

I have resorted to selling my plasma for money. Well I guess it's better than being a hooker...

arm...in...what?

TJ and I were on our way to visit his brother in Milwaukee when we came to a stoplight. On the corner, directly in front of us was this furniture store called "Armin Koch" (pronounced arm-in cock). We got a good giggle out of this until we realized this place was directly upstairs from Winkies.


I can't make this stuff up.

wedding w/e

This weekend I went to the Champagne-Urbana area of Illinois for a friend's wedding. What was scary about this to me was the fact that someone my age is getting married. He's the first person I've known that's my age and married now. I realize I'm engaged and will be married in a matter of less than 2 years now, but that's a long time away. It was a beautiful wedding though, nice and small, and thank God the church was air conditioned. The whole ceremony we were making comments between us of how the pastor looked like Joey from Full House, and that he kept making random and quite humorous facial expressions while waiting for the readers to be done. At one point we couldn't help but laugh, but did a pretty good job at keeping it quiet. The pastor looked more nervous than the couple. During the vows, the groom cried more than the bride; he could barely speak he was so teary-eyed (but I'm sure in a happy way), and she got through them really easy, I don't think she cried at all. Afterwards, we drove the 1/2 hour to where the reception was (Side note: The drive from our ceremony to reception will NOT be that long or far, I promise), checked into the hotel and had two hours to kill, so we broke out some bacardi limon and got ready for the reception. It was beautiful, they had white christmas lights underneath the linens and up on the ceilings and everything. We danced and had a good time, not much else to report. I managed, after a couple of free beers, to step on my own foot while (don't laugh) polka dancing (I know you're laughing, stop it) with TJ to the beer barrel polka. It hurt for a while and my toe is still a little tender, but I think I'll survive.

Summerfest sizzle

While at Summerfest in Milwaukee a couple of days ago, we sat down at a picnic table in front of the Harley Davidson stage to see O.A.R. We were there for about 3 hours saving our spots, and during that time we had quite the entertainment. First, this guy who looked to be high-school age came up to me and said I look pretty. I told him thanks, then he asked me for a hug. I looked at TJ at that point and the kid asked "Oh are you two dating?" All this time I had my ring pretty much up in his face, and TJ goes "Uh, yeah" and I added "Yeah we're kind of engaged" and the kid goes "Well that's good 'cause I'm...I'm gay!" then walks off.

During the concert, everyone got up onto the tables to watch over the standing crowd in front of us, we were no exception. There were a ton of high schoolers all around us, and the rest of the night was like watching cable. We had MTV on stage (the band), boxing at the next table (we saw 2 fights over really dumb things), ER in front of us (one underage looked like she had some serious alcohol poisoning and couldn't even stand up), and the porn network on all the other tables around us (the underage drinking high schoolers must've been really horny, they were all making out with each other and dry humping, it was a big orgy). I pointed out that every person on one of the tables was making out with someone, and this kid on the table in front of me who obviously heard what I said, turns around, looks at me and says "how YOU doin?" with a little wink. I was a high school boy magnet that night.

Cindy's backing out on me yet again

Yesterday I called my mom and invited her out here to visit me, since I haven't seen her since the middle of June. I asked if she wanted to come the weekend of July 23rd, and she could carpool with a friend of TJ's mom so she wouldn't be alone for the 4.5 hour car ride. Apparently she doesn't miss me much, as she turned me down for the visit. She said "I've got to plan a graduation party, and I'll see you two weeks from then anyway." This is pretty hypocritical considering I'll be home early for my grad party to do said planning/cooking/cleaning, and when it comes to Jim, two days without seeing him is tourture; she says "I *only* get to see Jim twice a week, so I can't miss out on dates just because you're home now." But when it comes to seeing her daughter once a month, NOOOOO. WTF?!

On my commute to work this morning, there was a big red splat on the road. About 2.3 miles later I saw nothing but a deer's leg lying in the middle of the road. I wonder where the rest of him went...

A little fun with our pal google

Go to google.com
In the search bar type in (exactly as written): paris hilton isnt a whore
And then hit search.
Look at what google replies with!
You know how they do the "did you mean ____?"
That's what you should look at.