Tuesday, February 7, 2012
today...
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Roasted Curried Cauliflower
Lasting hugs
The sun shining through the window and warming up the floor
I dislike:
Pulling the wire our of my braces the very first day
Long, very long, days of work
The smell of the chicken container in the trash
The constant need to blow my nose
Thursday, February 2, 2012
The mouth of a teenager
I was introduced to Leonard Cohen through the claim that he is the world’s best lyricist, which I refuted with no other reason than I wasn’t interested in the words. Sometimes I can be so stupid. For Cohen wrote something that is so perfectly poetic:
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in.
It is the imperfections that make things so great. It is the scars on our knees that tell the funny stories of our missteps as a child or even as an adult.
I have always had a hang up about one of my imperfections; I tried for years to convince myself that my crooked teeth were part of my charm. I have hated my teeth since fourth grade. The last picture that you will find me smiling and intentionally showing my teeth was in my fourth grade school picture. Actually, it was prior to that picture. The open mouth in that picture was a result of confusion and adolescent awkwardness. Seriously- who the hell schedules your school picture for right after gym class? My hair was damp from sweat and my face was red. I am pretty sure that my bangs (thanks mom) were a mess; lets not forget I was wearing suspenders. Enough about that awful year in my life.
So on Monday I took the plunge and got the full bonding done. I, as Harriet said, have a mouth full of tin. I am sure that my teeth will be straight and my fangs will no longer stick out a little bit, but Jesus Christ they hurt like hell. Why didn’t anyone tell me how unbelievable sore the inside of my lips were going to be? And lets not forget about the bite stoppers on the back of my front teeth that are sharp and poke my tongue- I should thank them for the lisp that I now have.
So if you call and I don’t answer, don’t take it personally. I am embarrassed by my lisp. What grown adult with braces wouldn’t be?