Vote for Freefall. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Today, I went to my new dentist for a check up on my flossing and brushing habits. And rather than getting the occasional free little tube of toothpaste and convenient floss (I swear, they add that to the total), we had a meeting with our NEW and “BETTER” dentist. I’m not trying to be out of place or anything, but our new dentist was VIETNAMESE and I and my family are VIETNAMESE. My Dad probably planned this from the beginning. He always wants us to be with our “people.” O___O or at least that’s what I’m assuming. What are the odds of her being ethically Vietnamese?!

In the dentist office, I was casually waiting for her to scrape my gums out and offer me a minty mouthwash. But alas, that was not so. My brother was the first up to the base. What a team player he is. I was sitting in a booth right next to his and could hear the entire conversation.

“Hmm… how much soda do you drink?! It’s acid for your teeth.”
“Umm…”
“Well, do you floss at least??”
“Recently…”
“I see food.”
“OHHHH AWWWW OHHH AWWW.” *her fingers were in his mouth*
“We need to get that tooth pulled young boy. It’s only gonna bleed a little.”

I feel so sorry for the kid. He has to get his tooth pulled within a week. This is when the handy “tie-your-tooth-onto-a-doorknob” technique comes in, but he doesn’t have enough faith in the tooth fairy to go to such lengths. I guess the dentist chair can be the next torture device for the free world after all.

As for when it was my turn to step up to first base, she remarkable noted my teeth were just fine and my brushing habits were superb haha. She just mentioned I needed to floss more and started to go on about the degrees of corruption to teeth. While she went on with her speech, she literally PRICKED my teeth with a pointy instrument to get the plaque off. OHHHH the pain. My tongue was restless the entire time, trying to defend my mouth from being pierced by the object.

And while this whole situation was happening, she started to go into details on her “personal life” with her apprentice. I heard every word. Throughout the wincing pain, I could remember her remarking that her sister had just gotten a HUGE mole removed from her belly and she’s in a state of recovery. I was shocked. How colossal can a mole get that requires days of rest and fatigue from the surgery?! Oh dear. A whopping one.

Once the entire agonizing “pricking” procedure was done and over with, she started to discuss with my father (in Vietnamese of course) that a night brace would be suitable for me and my brother since we both unfortunately have under-bites. She explained that we would have to wear it for a YEAR’S TIME for 10 hours every night. It resembled an Umpire’s face mask. *sigh* At least it’s a better option from surgery. I would despise surgery on my jaw. I’m still in despair though. I do NOT want that thing on my face for 10 hours of everyday for entire year. Reminds me of braces… only part-time.

In much better news as opposed to the dreaded dentist appointment, my uncle called me who’s really into web-designing as well (he knows FLASH.. oooooo) and informed me on a job that I could fulfill that would pay $300 since he didn’t have time to finish it. $300 OF WELL EARNED MONEY. I was ecstatic. I love family connections. He’ll soon be emailing me the template to input links and styling attributes within. However… he insists on using Dreamweaver for my coding needs. But I’m more of a Crimson Editing person I would have to say. Forget modern conveniences

And much MUCH MUCH better news to follow. Living in a desert after all, you don’t often see the clouds gathering up and precious rain drops falling from the heavens. IT’S A MIRACLE I TELL YOU!! A MIRACLE!! A miracle I will tell my grandchildren since even they won’t encounter such good luck. It’s RAINING OUTSIDE! The rain has always caught my interest, since I was born in a rainy area. I can smell rain like a hound. I hear it’s monsoon season as well where I live. I can’t really come to terms with that. THERE IS NO MONSOON SEASON IN THE DESERT. We live no where close near the ocean. Please, feel free to prove me wrong

Summer rain rocks. In inspiration of Fat Joe’s song, “Just make it rain.”