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i miss my dentist

You know what sucks? I got my wisdom teeth pulled and all that crap and that wasn’t even the source of the pain that was causing me to, you know, CRY. It’s an old filling from probably 15 years ago that’s slowing falling out and slowly allowing crap to get in there (like AIR) and make me be a big ol’ baby.

Good thing I made my other dentist appointment today. Bad thing I couldn’t even get in until the 18th because I have to wait two more weeks before my mouth is “back to normal” and then his office is closed the first week of July. That means I’ll be traveling to five different states (North Dakota, Montana, Wisconsin, Missouri, and Illinois) before then.
Son of a crap. That Vicodin better last me until then.

(Oh, and don’t worry. Once I get all my teef issues straightened out, it’ll be about time for The 3 Day. And if last year was any indication, I’ll have another couple of months of bitching about my injuries! You all win!)

i might like your ideas better

Some of you readers from way back will remember this, but for those new to these parts, one of my grandmas passed away in May of 2003. She was absolutely, positively one of my most favorite people in the whole world. In short, we had an incredible relationship and there’s rarely a day that goes by when I don’t think of her. Not to get entirely spiritual, but I’m certain she’s taking care of me every day.

The weekend I’ll be in St. Louis will mark her birthday, and I’ve decided that I want to get a tattoo as a tribute or in memory of her.

I’ve watched enough Miami Ink to know what I don’t want, but I’m still having trouble to decide what I exactly do want. After all, it’s permanent and stuff.

I emailed my brother for some ideas. To my brother, I write: “so, if i asked you the first 3 things you thought of when you thought of grandma (her last name), what would they be?” and he responds with some artwork:

Why, yes, that is a fish jumping from a frying pan while fishing for chapstick in one picture and the exact opposite on the other side. No, he’s not special needs… he’s just special.

My grandma was nuts about fishing, could cook anything in the world and have it turn out incredible, and was a big fan of the chapstick. Unfortunately, the only skill she passed on to me was that of the fishin’. Yeah, you guys didn’t know that about me, did ya? I’M A FISHERMAN AND A DAMN GOOD ONE. I just don’t go anymore.

In any case, I need some ideas. Obviously, it’ll be up to me in the end because it has to look good and feel right and all that stuff, but I’m absolutely 100% open to suggestions that I maybe haven’t thought of yet. And quite honestly, I haven’t thought of a lot of them. I think this one is probably more important to me than any other ones I’ve been thinking of.

So, whatcha got? Don’t be shy about commenting, but if you are, you can email me, too. I’m a good emailer. Most of the time.