dental update and question.

[sdn]

i hope everyone (who celebrated) had a happy thanksgiving.

dental update
this is a two-dentists-in-one-afternoon week. on wednesday, dentist one will remove the caps from the implants and fit them with abutments. then i go directly to dentist two, who will take an impression for the actual "teeth" and -- i hope -- give me temporaries. left

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[madrobins]

Have I told you about the time my mother, whose quirky sense of humor often evidenced itself at the weirdest times, noticed that there was a police car behind us on a country road? The car wasn't following us, just behind us. My mother reached behind her seat (my father was driving) and grabbed one of my brother's toy lugers, and rolled down the window and started "shooting" at the police car--pointing the toy and saying "peuw! peuw!"

My father and I both freaked out--the cops didn't know it was a toy, and might, um, misconstrue what was going on and start shooting with real bullets. My mother resisted stopping her game, but after a moment of not just my father (whom she relied upon to spoil her fun) but me protesting her behavior, she put the gun away. The cops, mercifully, drove on and turned off at the next road. My mother spent the rest of the afternoon complaining that we were no fun at all.

[rosefox]

While visiting Beirut in the early 1970s, my grandmother jabbed an armed police officer in the back and shouted "Stick 'em up!". Just in case anyone wonders where I get it from...

[oneangryrabbit]

My younger brother was sometimes violent toward me when we were kids, but the time he whacked my nose with a phone really pissed my mom off because she was convinced that was the reason why I started having random nosebleeds. We went on vacation to Hong Kong that summer and (probably because my brother hit me or something that day), my mom stopped in front of a policeman and, to my eternal delight, told him that my brother hit me. And without missing a beat, the cop leaned down and very seriously told my brother, "Don't hit your sister."

And, y'know, a lot of my friends have hippie/baby boomer parents and regularly refer to cops as pigs, but I still think of them as the good guys, defenders of big sisters.

[rosefox]

That is extremely awesome. I've met some great cops who would totally do that sort of thing, too.

[miep]

When my grandmother was young, she lived in Southern Missouri. She and a friend both wanted to get a driver's license, but neither could afford it (it was the late 1930s). So, they shared one. They each kicked in half the fee, and both names appeared on the license. They just couldn't both drive at the same time. It was the only driver's license she ever had. After she married, she no longer drove.

[3rdragon]

The summer before my mother's senior year of highschool, she moved from Iowa to a small town in Pennsylvania. Her college guidance counselor was very concerned about her because of this move; he felt that the timing was very unfortunate because she was unable to meet the nice upstanding Christian young men who were a year or two older than her that she ought to be dating right now. As a result, whenever any of the eligible young men happened to visit the school, he would call my mother into his office and explain to the young man in question that my mother had heard so much about him (the young man) and wanted to meet him, and that he (the guidance counselor) had taken it upon himself to bring the two together. The young men always saw through this patent lie, but my mother was invariably mortified. Needless to say, she did not marry any of the nice Christian young men just a year or two older than her, and she managed to get herself to college without any assistance from the counselor.

[wild_irises]

In the 1930s, when cars were comparatively new and highway exits were spaced far apart, my grandmother made the mistake of back-seat driving my grandfather once too often. He left her on the side of the road. (My grandmother was a tiny woman, and women on the highway roadside were uncommon, if not unheard of.) Many people stopped to offer her help, but she refused, because she knew my grandfather and she knew he'd get over his temper fit and come back to get her.

But it was something like 30 miles to the next exit, and then something like 40 or more to backtrack to an exit before where he left her, so she stood there refusing help for a long time.

Family legend says that she stopped criticizing his driving after that.

[klwilliams]

I have the cutest baby brother. He's six now, and starting to look more like my father (and me) than his mother. He's in the first grade, and reads really well, but he told me he doesn't like to read because the books are boring. I don't blame him, because the first grade books he has for reading are all Dr. Seuss, and he's a little more sophisticated than that (and than I was at his age).