Perogies by Skype and a mouth full of instruments

The Telethon raised over 5.6 million dollars! It always amazes me the way people manage to come through for this hospital. Rebel chatted with two guys - one on his second heart and another who's one year in. They talked drugs, issues, and had a great time. They are both older than her, but she and they had a grand time.

On Monday Rebel's picture was in the paper along with an article about the telethon. They always go for the pretty young ones over the middle aged man for the photo op don't they? Unless the middle aged guy delivers a cheque for over 500K!

Rebel's BF has finally moved out. It didn't go well. She's rather stressed about it all. But she does realize he lies, cheats, and generally sneaks around. He has issues. The latest of which is that his license is suspended. I never did figure out for what. So... they are taking a break maybe. At least he's not around. He doesn't pay his phone bill so it won't be easy for him to talk to her either. One day at a time. She's already making plans without him.

Looks like I might be able to help Rebel get a job. I am on a board of directors at one of gymnastics centres - a high performance gym. ( long story on how I got wrangled into this one!) They always need coaches for the little kids and Rebel is really good with kids. Her diving experience make her a shoe in to be able to teach kinder gym, tumble jumpers and all these cutie pie things, so she is up for that. She's also looking to coach diving again. And she's almost ready herself to hit the boards and see what she can do. I say go for it!

Rebel Junior asked me for a perogy recipe for her French mom. I don't use a recipe and figured it would take forever to write one up. I found a really cute how to recipe on you tube! 10 minute little production and she will be a perogy queen... maybe. What kills me about this is that RJ never helped me while I made perogies ever. I guess she might be able to direct this little operation but I told her maybe we could make them together using Skype. The six hour time change could be a challenge but this could be fun! I hope we do try that. It could be a first.

I had an appointment for the dentist today and the receptionist called me up and said "XSU is going to be here at the same time as your appointment. Are you sure you want to be here?" I half thought about going in. We'd be in separate rooms and all that but I didn't want to hear his voice or any of his opinions. The man can talk through anything even with a mouth full of dental instruments. Just being at the dentist's is pain enough so I changed my appointment. The teeth cleaning can wait another week.

Does she have all her teeth?

I have been attempting a self portrait of my smile and it's not going well.  It was going to start as a wordless wednesday feature and carry over to 13 on Thursday.  It's not going well.  I've given up the self portrait because every image is blurry. 

The thing is - I have a false tooth in my mouth.  Right at the very front of my mouth.  Ruins my smile.  It needs to go. Because, if I ask the question so probably, do most men,"Does he have all his teeth?"  And for me, as questions go, it's an important one.  One's own teeth speak to good dental hygiene and general overall good health. Missing teeth  - speak to me.  Not in a good  way.

Um... no... she doesn't have all her own teeth.  Indeed she's missing two.  One fairly obviously and the second... at the back - not so obviously.  This is NOT me by the way but it sure is my problem!

The story of the poor tooth is that it has gone from root canal to post and crown to infection and rotted to gone.  Replaced by a temporary "flipper"  and I am now moving on to the third "temporary" flipper.   While I was married I  didn't get it replaced with an implant and the benefit of two dental plans because I realized that XSU was not really interested in looking after me while I was down and out and instinctively, I knew he wouldn't be there for me.  Then life got in the way and it went down the priority list. 

But now, as I am being encouraged by friends, hired hand coop students, and others to explore Lava Life, I am pretty convinced any man, like any reasonable woman, would ask  "Does she have all her teeth?" 

The deal with the implant is it requires a bone graft so the implant will have something to hang on.  The bone graft while covered by provincial health insurance plan, requires going under the knife and being out for at least two hours.  Then it's a five days of a black and blue face  and 3-9 months before I can actually get the implant implanted.  

Not sure it's worth that for good sex  companionship.  There's gotta be some guy out there who thinks a half toothless middle aged babe might just do the trick.