Thanks guys. I considered going to work anyway, but my roots are expposed, and the only thing keeping me from being in excruciating pain is the fact that my roommate has vicodin I can use right now. I'm terrified that it'll get worse, too. So going to work first isn't really an option at this time.

I have decided to tell my boss I'm more than willing to come by and show him the tooth before going to the dentist, so he knows I'm not lying.

God... talk about BAD TIMING!

Thank you everyone for your well-wishes and support.

My friend was fine -- I misunderstood her text that said "COME HERE NOW! NOW!" apparently -- which is good. But god...

I would, except I'll be riding with a friend, so while getting there isn't a problem, getting to the dentist from there would be a big one.

I plan to call early and tell him I'll come in so he can see before I go to the dentist, since I'll be getting a ride to the dentist, so hopefully my ride can take me there, too.

God I wish I had a car again.

I'd have to say no, considering I have no idea what you're talking about.

I have a friend coming over to take me to the scene of the accident so we can look for the rest of my tooth, but I don't have a whole lot of hope.

I also scraped my legs up BAD.

So I'm supposed to start my new job tomorrow. Awesome, right? Cept for one small problem: I majorly ate pavement last night while trying to save my friend from a weird guy whom she followed into a midnight showing at the theatre across the street from the bar we were at, singing kareoke.



When I say ate pavement, I mean it. If it was just scrapes and bruises, that would be fine -- I'd go to my job. But no, I literally scraped off half my front tooth. HALF. I have to see a dentist emergency-wise tomorrow (because NO dentists will work on the weekend -- even for emergencies), so I have to call in sick -- on my FIRST DAY!!!

I may lose my job before I even begin it.

Not to mention the fact that I now have a hillbilly smile, and don't have the money to get the pretty caps that look like teeth. And oh yeah, I can't eat anything solid for who knows how long.

God... I'm SO upset!!!

Bye Billy. I'll be taking off soon too.

It's all good. Not your fault.

Now, why the hell aren't any of you in Spokane?

I would like to thank the mods wholeheartedly.

That is all.

Wait, what? Turf builder? WTF is that? And a spreader?

This is all so COMPLICATED! And EXPENSIVE!!!

If I didn't have kids I'd live in an apartment my whole life.

Yeah, my landlord won't do that. I live in government housing.

ETA: Cooler summer months? Isn't that an oxi-moron? The Summer is hot by definition. If it gets cool, it's Fall, right?

Ditto!



Ah. I've seen that. I didn't know what it was called.



Ah. Thank you. Yeah, I plan to look it up when I have some money. I JUST start my job on Monday, so I can't really afford anything at the moment, from sod to seed to RoundUp.



Ah, well I'd have to do the entire yard that way, because the grass I DO have is yellow-dead. Pfft.



What's phlox? And Ivy? I've never seen a yard covered in ivy...



Yeah, I'm seriously considering just hiring a company when I have the money. Cuz honestly, even the knowledge won't help I don't think. I just suck at even remembering to water, let alone mow...

Kinda the absentminded professor syndrome. I'm still working on being able to keep a normal schedule for my kids!

"Date" wouldn't make me distance. And a conversation, as in "Hey, that's a cool book you're reading." or "Watcha reading?" would be wonderful. But no. I get "Hey baby, wanna go somewhere private?"

That's not a date. That's BS.

Thanks. I'm in school for literature. I can write a book. I can't fix up a yard.

How long does grass seed take? It'll be fall in a month...

And Dan? Oh. That would be me...

What's sod?

I mean that. Seriously.

Dan... I'm American. Forgive the ignorance, but wtf does Council tenants mean?

I don't want anyone to DO IT for me. I don't know HOW to do it. I could use help in that way at least.

I never had my own yard. I don't know what to do. Pull weeds, yeah. Mow, yeah. But what about when there's no grass at all? What then? And what if I can't AFFORD a lawnmower? Have you ever priced them? I JUST got a job for the first time in three MONTHS!

And flowers and sh**? I wouldn't even know where to start there. I have a black thumb. Yardwork, plants, etc are NOT my strong point. That doesn't make me a lazy, good-for-nothing bad person. It makes me a bookworm mother of five entering grad school who simply can't do yards.

I'm just not a yard person.

And FYI, I don't have a couch on my porch or toys or garbage everywhere. It's just dead grass (where there is grass) and weeds, mostly.

I hate snobby stepford a**holes.

Maybe, but some baggage is so very deep seeded that it takes a LOT more work to get over it.

Case in point: When a woman never had a good father figure growing up (and, in fact, had a terrible one), she has a very difficult time understanding how to find a good man. After all, if she only knows bad, she's only going to see bad. And that comes from childhood, which is VERY deep-seeded baggage.

That would be using that baggage as a detrement instead of a strength. We all have it, but if we don't learn from it we're doomed to make the same mistakes over and over again.

Nope. Cuz he'd give me SOME sign that he wants to talk to me. Like maybe look at me or something. I mean, if a guy's totally ignoring ya, then it's pretty obvious he doesn't wanna talk to ya.

Smart enough for you, Billy?

Baggage can be good. Like, I learned never to date a man who does drugs. From experience. Now I know what to look for -- the signs to tell -- and that's because of my baggage.

I wouldn't consider it "passing him up". More, doing him a favor. If he doesn't want to talk to me, obviously he's not interested in talking to me, so why should I force him to?

ETA: Ah, our definitions are different then. Gotta love the language barrier between men and women!