Stop looking at my stringy hair and weirdy neck please. Thanks. Anyhoo, happy 4 months!
On a different subject, and in relation to the picture above, why did nobody tell me that stripes + bad posture = not flattering. Those things look weird.
Back to life: post-school. Remember at the beginning of the summer when I reported that I had a job? And how they flew me to California for training? And then a bunch of people asked if we were moving to California? (I wish.) And how I said I wasn't that thrilled about it, but left it at that? Well, now I will finally talk about a bit more about it.
I was lucky enough to get a job as soon as I graduated. It was for a corporation that is based out of California, hence the reason they flew me there for a day. Well, I realized on my first day of actual working, that I am NOT a corporate dental type of girl. To sum it up, I came home sobbing, somewhat convinced that I was working for the devil in corporate dental form. So, the next day I tried to give myself a pep-talk, and tell myself that "the first few days are always rough", but also decided to take my resume to another couple offices. The day after that, I was put in a situation that I felt was unethical, and knew that I couldn't keep working there. So I quit. On my second day. And I told them I was never coming back. Because I'm a quitter sometimes. Judge me if you will, but I haven't regretted it in the least.
Sooo, that puts me in the unemployed category again. Luckily for me, I already had a working interview set up with another office, and it all worked out for the best that they hired me and I'm now splitting my days between two different offices, but working full time. So I went from working for Satan Dental (I'm afraid to say their name since I think they are kind of Big Brother-ish and would probably sue me or have me killed if I slandered (is that a word?) against them.) to working for and with dentists that I love and trust. And believe me, I am counting my blessings.
Anyways, on Friday at work my boss gave me a thank you note:
Who cares if he can't spell my name...he adores me! And he included a gift card to Cheesecake Factory! Like I said, I'm counting my blessings. So, if you live in Tempe, Chandler, or South Gilbert, I know of some great dentists, and a hygienist with a "great attitude". Their words, not mine. :)
And lastly, my house is messier now that I'm working. I kind of don't get it. But tonight I cleaned my kitchen and wiped everything down with Clorox Wipes and straight bleach. It now smells heavenly. And to reward myself, I made myself some Good Dip. Maybe it looks like barf. And by maybe, I mean, I know it does look like barf, but it is delicious. For crying out loud, it is called GOOD DIP!
Here's the recipe:
Seriously, it is good. I was skeptical when my sister-in-law, Natalie first told me about it, but have been craving it and talking about it for the past two weeks straight since the first time I tried it. You should try it. Today.
And just now as I was eating it, there was a giant hair on one of my chips, that I am telling myself was from my head. Especially since the bag of chips is almost empty, and that would be REALLY gross if it came from not my head. It was mine, it was mine, it was mine, it was mine. I love good dip. It was mine. There, I'm convinced.
Anyways, have a lovely week. And for all of you Project Runway fans...set your DVRs for this Thursday, and its now on Lifetime! Hooray!
But that is obvious. .He's also perfect for me. But that isn't quite so obvious sometimes. I'm pretty sure we are the definition of "Opposites Attract". And I love it.
Recently I was talking to Philip on my way home from work and I was trying to describe one of my patients to him. The guy looked like an actor that I had seen on tv before. So here was my description for Philip:
"You know that guy who was on some tv show, and he has brown hair and a kind of jutty-outty chin, and his voice is like 'Maaah' (imagine a guy's voice being nasal-ish and that is the noise I made), and he's kind of chubby?"
He made a couple of good guesses, especially for the amount of information that I gave, but we just weren't on the same page. So when I got home I was going nuts that he didn't know who I was talking about so I spent quite a bit of time on google, since all I could remember was that he was on an older-ish comedy that might have been on in the afternoons. Yeah, I was a lot of help. I finally remembered that he was the hypochondriac patient on an episode of Scrubs, and when I said that, Philip knew exactly who I was talking about. His name?
Richard Kind. He was also on Spin City, which of course Philip knew. So yeah, I have a patient that looks and kind of acts just like him/he's kind of annoying.Anyways, that is something that I love, love, LOVE about Philip. He reads my mind. When I say crap like, "Hey, you know that girl with the hair...?" He will laugh at my ridiculously bad description, but nine times out of ten, totally know who I am talking about. Life with him is awesome.
And did I mention? He's adorable. I hope our kids get his dimples.
And bless his heart, he is in his last quarter of actual classroom type setting, and he wants to die. Poor thing has been in school since age 5 and is up to his ears with ridiculous notes and teachers and information to be committed to memory. Only like two more months though, and then he gets to work for free (read: rotations) until he graduates! HOORAY. . . That's all. I lub him. A lot.
And while my friends decided to all look adorable, I missed the memo and looked kind of like a garbage pail kid.
This could quite possibly be my favorite picture taken this century, because we like/thive on being awkward. Heaven forbid we scoot closer to each other for a picture.
Is it just me or does it look like me, Kelli and Stacie's legs under the table don't match up with our bodies above the table? Weird.