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Happy Summer.

The ride of my life.

All I can say is, HOW IS THAT STUFF LEGAL???

I sat down in the dentist chair this afternoon thinking I was going to get a regular cleaning and have a couple teeth looked at. Next thing I know, my dentist is asking me if I want the laughing gas.

Now, I am no stranger to dental procedures, and if there is one thing I've learned, it is that when laughing gas is brought into the equation, you JUST SAY YES.

So I said yes.

They slipped the heavy gray tube over my nose and everything started getting fuzzy...


oh my gosh. they have GOT to sell this stuff on the street. this is...oh....man. am i still on the chair? oh gosh. i think i'm going to pass out. why am i seeing dots? you never hear about anyone dying or passing out in the dentist chair...so maybe this is ok. oh, yeah. thaaaat's right. breathe in through the nose and out through the mouth. whoa. i think i'm spinning. since when did these chairs loop around on their hinges? oh boy! buckle up... breathe in, breathe out. weeeeeee! breathe in, breathe out. oh man. i wish i could take some of this home for me. is this stuff legal? i mean- hahahahahaha- it seriously cannot be legal. this is too much fun. i think that guy is my best friend. he is drilling into my freaking mouth right now but he is DEFINITELY my best friend."Wouldn't it be nice if you could take some of this laughing gas home with you? ...After the kids go to bed..." yessssir...it sure would be nice. i am so hopped up on the LG right now, i don't even know what that lady is saying. what did she say? what does that lady have? water? a straw? "OK, now just blow into this straw..." psssphhhhhh. gosh i hope they have my grape toothpaste today. hahahahahaha- oh! here we go again- another loooop! weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! this is so much fun. can i seriously take this home with me? i will seriously only use it when i reallllly need it. i think maybe i sound like a nut case. but this stuff is sooooo good. i want to play Barbies. i never had the dentist Barbie. wooooooooooo! oh man. did my leg just fall off the chair? hold on....i can still....yep...can still wiggle my toes....oh Heaven's sake, am i going crazy? you never hear about people going into the dentist sane and coming out crazy, so maybe i'm ok. yes. this has to be OK because a dentist is kinda like a doctor. mmmm... a drill? what's that dusty stuff flying out of my mouth? it kinda tickles....dentists must have the best stories ever because this stuff makes people crazy. woooooooo! i can wiggle my toes! why do my hands feel so heavy? i can't really feel my mouwth. why am i talking with a slur when i'm not even really talking out loud? oh gosh. am i talking out loud? i hope not because this stuff makes people crazy. dentists must have the bestsstories because this stuff makes people crazy. mmm....tasty. he is so nice. that guy is seriously my best friend. this is so fun. ....wait......huh?.....where's he?....what happened to the....i don't feel buzzy anymore.....where's the....what the?....why am i....what happened to the spinny chair?.... "Do you feel more normal now? Ready to move to the next room for your cleaning?"

Uhh....not really, but sure.

And with that the fun was over, and I stumbled my way into the next room like the party girl I never was. But I was still pretty dizzy. And loopy. I just didn't want to admit to the lady that I was still hopped up on the LG because wouldn't that be embarrassing? To admit how crazy the stuff had made me? So I zigged and zagged to the new chair and flopped down as if all was right in the world. Which it wasn't because everything was still spinning.

I must have looked a little glazed over because the new hygienist asked me if I was feeling normal or if I wanted some oxygen. I lied. I said I was fine. But I wasn't. How is that stuff legal?

A thousand bucks and three fillings later (Yes, I brush my teeth. No, I don't know how I ended up needing three whole fillings.) I sank into the seat of my car and waited 15 minutes before putting the keys in the ignition because there was just NO WAY I was ready to get out on the road. I felt like I had just come from one of the Hubs' college rugby socials where everyone has to ride home in a taxi because they were so hammered. I have never been drunk, never smoked, never done drugs....but after today I'm not entirely sure I can say I haven't hit a buzz because GOOD NIGHT that was quite a ride. Did I mention he numbed half my mouth? Because he did.

Have mercy.

And with that I'll end this post because I'm pretty sure I just heard myself tell my crying baby the following: "Honey, Mommy can't really make faces at you right now because mommy can't really feel her face."

Where's the coffee? I need to sober up.

Remember the Seasame Street bubblegum flavored toothpaste? I do.

Today I am going to the dentist.

And I am suffering through the pre-dentist jitters when I feel the urge to scrub my teeth with steel wool and guzzle Scope before my appointment so I can befriend the dental hygienist with my cleanliness, avoid any unnecessary pokes, and get a sticker when I leave.

The dentist freaks me out, man.

If they could jack me up on Novocaine each time I went in, I would take it.

It's all a result of a wisdom-tooth extract gone wrong and the unfortunate dislodging of one of my stitches in the middle of a conversation with a parent of one of my campers back in the day when I was a day camp counselor.

It was all downhill from there.

I haven't been a fan of going to the dentist since.

Plus they exchanged their grape toothpaste for cookie dough. Cookie dough? Are you kidding me?

Unfortunately, there is no avoiding it today because I haven't been able to eat Nacho Cheese Doritos for a year due to a sore tooth that needs some serious investigating and probably a pretty penny's worth of dental work.

I have to leave in a few, but in the meantime, Newbie and I are going to bust out a few Carlton dance moves with Jason Mraz and see if that can't calm my nerves.

I wish you all a cavity-free afternoon.

Greetings from the bat cave...wish you were here!

I love those blue eyes.

You know what I don't love? Chet and the vendetta he's had against us ever since the Hubs locked him out of the hole in the wall a couple months ago. Chet the squirrel has unleashed a rebel gang of bats on us.

That's right.

A rebel gang of bats.

There I was, lying in bed a couple nights ago, fading fast, when I heard the Hubs' muffled voice coming from downstairs telling me to close the bedroom door. Waking out of a sleepy fog, I yelled downstairs asking why. Because hell hath no fury like a nap-deprived mama awakened before 7 AM for no good reason. Then he yelled the words no woman ever wants to hear: "THERE'S A BAT!"

That's when I wet my pants.

And started crying.

I slammed the door shut and jammed a shirt in the crack above the door, then proceeded to stuff pillows at the base of the door. You know, just in case the bat decided to attempt an army crawl under the door and into my bedroom.

Much slamming and banging commenced downstairs.

Newbie snoozed in his bassinet in our room while my legs turned to jelly and I hyperventilated, wincing at every crash I heard downstairs.

Finally the Hubs called up with the "all clear".

I started breathing again.

He came up and told me the whole gruesome story about how it dive-bombed him when he went downstairs to lock the door, and how he stayed below the level of the kitchen counter so the sucker's sonar couldn't find him, and how he used my Tupperware to scoop it out of the house after whacking it down with a fishing net. Then he told me about how the bat gave him the bird and said Chet sent him as the Hubs slammed the door in his face.

Two things:

1) I knew kicking that stupid squirrel out of the wall would come back to haunt us.

2) I find it a little disturbing that the Hubs didn't end the life of the little fiend when he had the chance. I mean, a bat with that kind of attitude has got to be bad news, and I don't know what I'm going to do if he decides to show up when I am sans a tough husband. That's probably when I will lock Newbie and myself in a closet, curl up in the fetal position and just bawl my eyes out.

Have mercy.

Speaking of lots of fun, the Hubs and I had a date night last night. He took me fishing in the dark out in the woods where he grew up. I am not the biggest fan of mosquitoes or shady places out in the woods at night, but we had a blast. I almost caught a whopper, but I lost him due to my lack of "wrist action" when "setting the hook." At least that is the Hubs' assessment. Better luck next time.

Well,I'd love to keep babbling on, but we've signed up for a night of family fun in which we are forced to eat junk food and watch a movie. It's a hard knock life. I certainly hope your evening is less stressful than mine. =)

Donde estamos?

Where have we been?

Oh, you know...

Grabbing some Starbucks downtown

and then hitting the local lake to watch the sailboats race.

Meeting G-mama and G-daddy at a hotdog joint for some grub before visiting the library.

And swinging by the reading festival dressed in coordinating outfits.

You know, the usual.

We have squeezed more local fanfare into this week than I can keep track of.

Speaking of fanfare, let's have a round of applause for Lady Claudette, who won the "Name that Disney movie!" contest a billion posts ago. Congrats! Email me at sprinklesandwrinkles@gmail.com with your mailing address to claim your prize. =) And nobody guessed the correct drink...it was a strawberry French soda. Not to be confused with the strawberry Italian soda that I almost ordered before I realized that the French soda contained an ocean of half-and-half, which just happens to be a dear friend of mine from way back. So naturally, I remained loyal to my friend and went with the French soda over the Italian.

But don't fret. We have another contest...it's called "Name this gigantic bear that G-mama bought for Newbie at Costco last Thursday!"

Leave a comment below with your name suggestion...if you win, you get the satisfaction of knowing you named the world's most giant stuffed bear. Please help...otherwise the Hubs is sure to name him, and we'll be stuck with a giant bear named something like "Rocko" for the rest of our lives.

Muchas gracias.

Blueberries for Baby

Today we went blueberry picking with G-mama.





Newbie lasted about 10 minutes before exhaustion set in and he dozed while his mama picked a lifetime supply of sweet, plump blueberries.

Off to enjoy the rest of our vacation...tonight's festivities include grocery shopping with a good chance of frozen pizza for dinner. We are party animals, baby.

Aloha from our Family Staycation

Popping in from vacation to say we're having a ball!

We just got home from a mini camping vacation. We stayed at the Hubs' parents trailer for the weekend with Newbie and our bro & sister. Turns out camping with a 3 1/2 month old is a tall order...even with a nice RV involved. Newbie had a good time in between his protests regarding the absence of a rocking chair and his swing. Ya win some, ya lose some.





***NEW CONTEST! If you can name the drink Newbie is eye-balling in the pic above, I have a *sweet* prize for you. Leave a comment at the end of this post to win! Hint: It was DELICIOUS. =)

***And we have a couple winners of the contest from last week- I will let you know how to claim your prize soon!***

More pictures to come as we pursue all the family fun this state has to offer. =)