The third time is the charm. What did I do wrong? Am I completely unemployable? I don't get it!

I was reading through my old blogs this afternoon and stumbled across the link the Liz Hutter's old blog. I was quite entertained by so many of her posts and reminded of the good old days of college. Remember those days? Here's a little something from Liz... on her birthday for that matter... and rule number one still applies to life:

Sunday, February 15, 2004
I was reminiscing the other day through some old things I've collected over the past couple weeks, and I came across the "Libery House Rules" that Jessica and I wrote in the fall of 2001 when we lived in our house on Liberty Street in Winona, MN. The rules were all inspired by the Mark Street House. They read as the following:

1. No Dying.
2. No heavy lifting or running without a bra.
3. No phone sex.
4. Be nice to Lucy.
5. Put Out or Get Out.
6. No drinking and driving.
7. Pudding Wrestling Champion retains rights to the remote.
8. Color Game rules apply to all farts.

I'm sure everyone is wondering how the wisdom removal went. Here's the story: I was dreadfully nervous, as noted in my blog last Monday. I shook and twitched through my paperwork and stopped in the bathroom for some incredibly tense deep breathing before being called beyond the waiting room (I did request any abnormal dentist tools be hidden). I sat down in the chair, they asked the usual don't really want to know the answer questions and offered to put the laughing gas thing on me. I said, "Yes, please," then closed my eyes, began crying and continued to answer the don't want to know the answer questions. The last thing I remember was one of the hygenists saying her brother goes to Eau Claire. Then I was crying again and waking up. They moved me to a recovery room where I wanted to continue to sleep but they wouldn't let me. Mom came in, I apologized in advance for anything dumb I might say, they offered me ice cream (caramel crunch, duh) and tried to get me to sign the credit card slip while I was still seeing double. At some point I signed the slip and managed to get to the car (walking? riding in a chair? I'm not really sure). Took some drugs when I got home and up until Friday-ish I was doing great. For some reason my mouth hurt more over the weekend than it did during the week. The worst part of it is that I'm out of pain pills... advil has become my new best friend. I haven't hurt too much today, maybe I'm on the mend. In the meantime, I have not gotten married since waking up from the removal. While it is a bit upsetting that my dream did not come true, I've pretty much gotten over it and should be back to normal in that area of my life sometime very soon.

"What?" said Mom at the airport.

I am very hungry and very nervous. Since I woke up this morning I have been dreading my pending trip to the dentist for the removal of my wisdom at 3:30 today. I have the nervous toots and I feel like I want to throw up. At the same time, there are rumblies in my tumblies. I'm not allowed to eat or drink anything... this anything includes water... six hours before my appointment! I very much want to eat something just to get myself out of going but I'm not going to eat because I know I have to get this over with and I'd better just do it now before my mouth gets any worse... my brain just can't help imagining getting out of this. I'm also trying to decide whether or not I should call the dentist in advance to request they hide all the implements they'll be using on me until I'm properly sedated or if I should ask when I get there. I envision myself running out of the office if I glimpse any scary looking tools in the room pre-op. Pray that I remember nothing and that I have to be carried home because I'm still asleep and that I don't wake up until my wedding, as that has been my dream ever since I found out people had to have their wisdom removed. Thank you.

Find your own pose!

Dan, Andrew and myself circa Christmas Day 2005

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Read Karen's blog addressed to fathers to be. It's magical, especially number 5. I imagine the post is going to be turned into one of those forward emails that people send over and over again. The list will be followed by "Send this to any nervous fathers to be and expectant mothers who need a good laugh," then there'll be a crappy animated cartoon baby at the end.

My wisdom tooth started bothering me on Saturday; it's gotten worse since then. I'm visiting a dentist for the first time in six years next Monday. I fear for my life. I would like it if someone would sneak up behind me with a heavy object around 4:15, clobber me over the head and drag me to my appointment by 4:45.