Dentists are nothing but a pain in the jaw

The unenviable has happened. Something that I have swore that I would never take and do again, even if it cost me a million bucks.
What is that?

A visit to the dentist.

I rather pierce my nipple rather than having to go to another dentist ever again. Why? All due to the last visit that I had with a dentist which, turned out to a HORRIBLE experience which left mental scars deep with-in my soul. And all thanks to a taco salad that I made at home… 8 yrs ago, I had made this kicking ass lunch for my parents and I by making homemade shells for the taco salad makings to go into. Grease, strong aroma of fresh, deep fried shell with grilled beef and onions, floating in the air. I can smell it now; that day when it happened. It was just after my second bite that I ended up breaking my tooth in half. Good grief. So off I go to the dentist, with my mom in tow who, was going to hold my hand while I went through the ordeal (I hate doctors with a passion) and instead, the dentist wouldn't allow her back in the room with me while he worked on me. So besides having a woman in the backroom with a camera in her hands (documenting the loss of a tooth) and who is a HUGE pussy and begged for laughing gas to be knocked out with, he inject me with drugs and started working before the gums where numb. I truly believe that this quack was fresh out of med school or something. Gads. SO here’s the choice; Root canel or pull the tooth. I choose the root canel, that way the tooth next to the one that was broken , would'nt be left exposed and later being extracted as well.

And so the work began and 30 minutes into the procedure, I hear the doctor swear and stopped drilling. (By then he was in the root itself). The drill bit had broken off in the root and he couldn’t remove the bit itself. Off he runs to the office supervisor who comes into the room with the doctor in tow, stating to me that there seems to be a problem; the drill bit broker off and he will try to remove it and if he can’t remove it, I’d have to go to a surgeon and have the tooth extracted. Hell; he got this far, why can’t he get it out is beyond me. So by then 15 minutes past and after some tugging, the bit came out; with the very tip of the bit which; was left in the root. So by now; the shot was wearing off and the jaw was starting to throb, I’m laying back in the chair, with the camera pointed by now, at the doctor which I’m glaring at him for fucking up, and costing me money. Oh; they did managed cut the price of the bill a little (not by much). 2 hours later, the job is done, he packs my tooth up with cotton and tells me that he wants to leave it exposed so he can see if an infection sets in or not and if it does; I go to another dentist. WTF? So off I go, with cotton mouth and NO pain meds. Week passes, I trip back to the quack who puts a temp crown on me and says; I’ll see you next week; blah, blah, blah. Week 3 comes and the crown get’s in place and tooth is done.

Word of warning; DO NOT see this dentist… Dr. Kym. Bastard. By the way; I had NO insurance and had to pay cash (ouch!)

So just now; while I was in the shower, I noticed something weird in my mouth… a broken tooth. Ah shit, fuck, hell.

So now it’s going to be a trip to the dentist which I LOATH having to do and try and locate someone, who will accept my insurance. Grrrrrr. Even now, as I set here typing this out, my upper jaw is starting to pain with having part of the tooth exposed. Lordy mercy; help me lord.

Runescape Reunion???

OMG. I just realized that someone is actually planning a reunion of sorts for Runescapes members. How cool is that???
What's Runescape? It's this totally, kicking ass, game online that, players from around the world, meet, chat and do stuff on. I suppose you can call it a RPG (roll playing game) of sorts. Remember Dungeons & Dragons (D&D)? It's got stuff on there that you do; quests, kill stuff, make stuff. List goes on.
It's were I have met some great people locally and, not so locally. As far as England! Canada! Down under!!! (Hilly & Daren).
Should we go to this event (which is taking place in Las Vegas), I'm hoping that we'll be able to take the boys of ours with us, seeing that they play as well. It'll be tons of fun to meet other players from around the world for this once in a life time event.

To Bean or be a Bean... that is a question

Ok. Call us farmers now.



FARMERS.



We're trying our hand at planting veggie seeds and seeing if they'll grow or not. Radishes suck majorly. Have em in a planter with Miracle Grow. You'd think that, with having Miracle Grow in the soil that, we'd have some kick'n ass radishes!



NOT.



All we got are a bunch of little nats, that have taken up home in the soil and the plants them self's? It's already been 3 months since we planted them so, surely there would be radishes in the soil by now and ready for picking. Nope. Nada. Zilch. The Basil looks good (not 100 %) healthy looking mind you, but their doing OK.


Now the lone Lima bean that I planted is kicking ass ALL THE WAY! Go figure. I started it by leaving it in the sink over night in a lid with water in it and saw that it had opened up and started to sprout. COOL! Beans are on the way. Next! Planted it in a small seed starter pot (1 inch high) and placed it with our other herbs that we have started in a small tub with a lid. 3 days later... I opened the lid and, I swear that I heard that plant go "BONG!" and up it thrusted itself up out of the tub, reaching for the sunlight. It was most amazing. Damon didn't believe me til he looked at it himself and was shocked. So it now sits in a 2 liter bottle.

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Silence at last!!!

All I can say is; It's about freaken time!!!!

Trains ordered to silence horns
BY JAMES GELUSO, Californian staff writer e-mail: jgeluso@bakersfield.com Wednesday, Feb 20 2008 11:16 PM
Last Updated: Thursday, Feb 21 2008 7:41 AM
Locals are rejoicing at news peace and quiet will soon return to downtown and east Bakersfield — but it may not last forever.


The Federal Railroad Administration recently ordered BNSF Railway to stop blowing train horns in the area by March 3.
It’s a victory for residents who’ve been fighting train noise for 21⁄2 years and heard from city officials last summer that the horns were here to stay.
“We tackled the problem and we won,” said Dean Gardner, who pestered the city about the issue.
Gardner had dug up a page of a BNSF manual instructing engineers not to sound the horns in downtown Bakersfield. It was key evidence of a quiet zone in effect before 2005.
The feds’ edict was welcome news to Saint Dominguez, vice-president at Oasis Air Conditioning on East Truxtun Avenue.
A driver can’t talk to a forklift operator when the horns blow, especially if the engineer chooses to do one sustained blast instead of shorter blasts for each crossing.
“Basically, when the train comes by, we have to stop everything,” he said.
But City Attorney Ginny Gennaro warned the battle isn’t over. And it’s not a return to the pre-2005 good old days, she said.
The federal edict created a temporary quiet zone from the crossing at L Street to the crossing at Sumner and Miller streets. It will last only if the city makes safety improvements to the intersections. Horns are already quiet to the west of the area because streets go over or under the tracks, not across them.
The state Public Utilities Commission is studying the crossings and will recommend what the city must do. The city will then hire a consultant to determine the costs, said Raul Rojas, city public works director.
It could include closing some streets and installing new circuitry that activates crossing guards earlier if the trains are moving fast, said Gardner.
If the city decides the cost is too high, the trains will have to start blowing their horns again, Rojas said. He said he has no idea what that cost is going to be.
And that’s why Gennaro cautions against people getting too excited.
“While it is good news, it is by no means the end of the story,” she said.
She’s also worried that the city is exposing itself to liability if there is an accident in the quiet zone.
In November, the city asked the Federal Railroad Administration to restore its quiet zone while it finished the study. The railroad objected, claiming that the quiet zone had lapsed 21⁄2 years ago, so it was too late.
But the federal government said the regulations allow cities to file for quiet zones at any time.
Gardner was pleased his and others’ work paid off, although he wished it happened sooner.
“Frankly, if these train horns were in Seven Oaks, these train horns would have been solved years ago,” he said.