Food for Thought

JB has just berated me for buying the latest cereal for our daughter. Read what it exhorts along the product's name.

Because parents really need that extra bit of help in introducing cavities in their kids' mouths.

Or is the tide just turning against healthy food?

T has just recently had her first visit from the Tooth Fairy (Peggy), and her mate (Peg-Leg the Pirate). We eventually pulled the rogue teeth out (I did one, and she did the other once she realised gifts were involved). The adult teeth are now moving pleasingly into place.

The Right to Bare Arms

The more I think about it, the more I reckon the Second Amendment was in actual fact tentatively suggested by a dyslexic Minnesotan in the mistaken belief it may have guaranteed him a couple of warm days each year. Whatever, the day hit a heady 48 degrees, so I was out there in a t-shirt.

Last night I was awoken by gun-fire. Thought maybe it was fire-works, but nooooooo. I wouldn't have thought there would be that much huntin' around here. In fact, I overheard some sound advice in Famous Dave's the other night "...so I never hunt anything that can hunt me back.....".

Reassuringly though, the Connecticut Senate on Thursday approved a measure that would ban children under 16 years old from handling or shooting machine guns. Super.

I have had my permanent crown put in. He showed it me beforehand and it looked unnervingly (root-canal joke) like a real tooth, and put me in mind of where they used to get the teeth from for false sets during the 1800s. And it feels exactly like the old tooth - all the imperfections and everything - almost as if he'd whipped the old one out and just gave it a polish and popped it right back in again. I'd have the other one I need doing too - but unfortunately my insurance won't pay for it. Ya' in America now, Buddy!

Full Cavity Search

Alas, my age is now truly showing. And I am now the nervous possessor of my first crown. T was a little more optimistic than I about this news, not surprisingly for someone who wants to be a princess when she grows up.

It didn't hurt in the least, but I do not recommend the laughing gas. I would be dreadful in any night-club nowadays, as it took the dentist about 3 seconds to talk me into this (albeit, legal) drug. For anyone who's not tried it before, don't. It makes you feel tipsy, and not at all giggly. There was a time (about 19) when if you'd told me I could be flat on my back, drunk, in room full of strangers, and no-one would have tutted at me, I'd have looked from left to right, and leant forwards. Not nowadays.

I didn't like the way my mouth was propped open for 3.5 hours (except for 20 mins, when he said "We'll just give your mouth a rest now for a while", and they obviously all buggered off to lunch). I had video glasses (very Logan's Run, but without the need to top myself), so watched Shallow Hal, all the way through for the first time. I also wasn't too keen on hearing one of the nurses whisper to another "Well, she is English....".

Tomorrow we take possession of our stagiaire - the French girl who will be staying with us for the next 10 weeks. Worryingly, looking at her CV, I see she actually has more in common with bridgjo than I do (saxophone, tennis etc). Well, it'll improve his French.

Hair today...

Yes, it is indeed the time of year a young man's fancy turns to spring, and a girl's more prosaically to "Well, what can I spend his money on now?"

In my case I have decided yet again to go short (hair, obviously). It is all a contrived plot on my part to get fit. I've got the clothes (too much spent in REI), the hair style - now I just need to fan the hidden flame of the desire for aching bones so I can actually be bothered to use that membership at the health club. I cannot find it in myself to criticise Americans, but you know, it really bugs me when all the parking spaces have been taken up closest to the entrance at the gym....

A little bit wary when I got at the hair-dressers, where I was greeted with "Have you come to have your hair cut? We are sooooo excited!". I am assuming here that this mad person actually worked there. At least, she brought me a cup of coffee when I said "Er. Yes. Tea?"

I had my teeth checked on Tuesday. As bridgjo mentioned, it's a bit like waterboarding (which I am reliably informed is something harsher than water-skiing), as they no longer use the "public spittoon" but insert a vast array of hard-ware into your mouth for hosing out, and sucking up. Quite unpleasant. I now have sparkly teeth - although she told me I drank too much tea (as if).

I went to T's school today to sit in with the class. One of the songs they sung was Savez-vous plantez les choux?) (do you know how to plant cabbages - quite a serious French subject, and not to be mocked). As you can see from the link, the idea is that the children learn parts of the body, by tapping fingers, knees, elbows, feet etc on the ground as they pretend to plant the cabbages. Great hilarity (bearing in mind they are 5) ensued when the prof asked "What shall we plant with?", and they all suggested "Ventre! Fesses!". Not really one for the video library.

PS I am having geek-type fun with the labels on my posts - they are used to identify the adverts placed at the side. I am starting to enter words just to see what comes up. See it as evidence of my puckish sense of IT humour.