Weird Wednesday

Going to the dentist is always one of the most awkward situations one can ever face. I have been going to the same dentist my whole life, yet it is inevitable that I will always feel really weird.

I can get over the whole, "someone is staring at my teeth for 30 minutes" thing, but there are two things that I just can't:

When the dentist asks you questions while they have their hands in your mouth.

     For one, this is rude. It is like trying to make someone talk with their mouth full. While it can be funny at moments, it is generally not socially acceptable. But then it is also rude to not answer. I never really quite know what to do.. do I wait for them to pull out their hands? Do I let out a grunt to warn them I am going to attempt speaking? Or do I just go for it, spitting and mumbling all over the place? They didn't teach me this etiquette in grade school. I feel like it is a sick joke that they teach dental students; they need something to break up the monotony of x-rays and fluoride treatments.

When the dentist gives you sunglasses and tilts the bright light right in your face, leaving you two options for your eyes: 1. Look at the dentist's eyes or 2. Close your eyes. 

      Sure, they give you sunglasses. These aren't polarized though, so the eyes are definitely visible. I definitely don't want to pull the Steve Martin awkward 5 minute stare (I showed this a few posts ago). But then I don't want to close my eyes because I want to know what tools they are potentially going to stab my tongue with. 

If only they would still give me stickers... then it would all be worth it.

My name is Katy, and I miss my car

For those of you who don't know, I have a car named Ellen. I prefer to speak of her as a real human. Right before Labor Day, my poor Ellen had a heart attack. The doctor said the only fix was to receive a heart transplant, aka get a new engine. 7.5 weeks later, I am still without her. The first engine was rejected, and so we have had to wait for another. There have been many times that we thought she could come home, but alas, there has always been another complication.

All I can do is wait. Luckily, I can walk to work. However, things like going to the grocery store get a little more tricky. I have an amazing group of family and friends who have assisted be in these rough times, and I am very grateful for them!

I never imagined a car being in the shop for 2 months. Someday, hopefully soon, Ellen and I will be reunited. Until then, I will be wearing my walkin' shoes (or boots- because they are made for walking, too).

Ellen looks something like this

Weird Wednesday

This Weird Wednesday is so simple, yet so strange...



5 children, probably 4-5 years old. The guitar is actually as tall as them, if not taller.

That is all.

Awkward and Awesome Thursday

AWESOME:
-Starting to feel comfortable at work, and making friends with my team. :)
-First happy hour with my co-workers: Old-school style bowling. That means Oldies music and manual scoring.
-Got my flu shot!
-Running into one of my college friends while I was locked out (more details below)-- they were going to the apartment across the hall. So fun and random!
-Eating lunch with the trainees I spent my whole summer with.
-Getting a bunch done/learning a lot at work this week.
-THE STATE FAIR. I got to see Eli Young Band and Easton Corbin.
-Being roommates with this girl.
-FINALLY going to the grocery store because my brother loves me. I spent an obscene amount of money there, but now my tummy is a happy one. :)
-Seeing my best friend's Senior Art Show.. her talent amazes me, and I am so proud of her!

Awkward:
-Going out to my first Oktoberfest of the month.. soon to be followed by the official Oktoberfest!
-Got locked out of my apartment because I forgot to tell my roommate that I was going out.. woops!
-Hanging out in the neighbors apartment while I called my roommate. Then, one of the girls tried kissing my roommate... super super awk.
-The privacy lock on our door. You can only unlock it from the inside. I have a feeling that I we will never be perfect at using this properly..
-Not having actual assignments at work because there is so much to learn. Everything I do is pretend work.
-Losing Mallori's boyfriend at the fair. I lost him when we were waiting in line for the restroom.
-Not having a car.. It has been in the shop for almost a month and a half.
-Going to OU/TX with my family this weekend... what happened to going to the West End with my best friends??

   

Weird Wednesday

I grew up in the great state of Oklahoma. If you aren't from Oklahoma, there are some things you must know:

• 'round here we might have an accent. None of us believe it, and don't understand why some people think "y'all" is a funny saying. 
• Yes, we are an obese state. But when you have places like Eischen's that specializes in selling whole fried chickens, how can you blame us? We know good food.
• We are friendly. When I drive around 71st and Memorial on a Saturday, I'll probably beg to differ. However, if there is one thing I have learned in my travels--- it is that we are one of the few areas of the U.S. where people are nice or considerate to strangers. I don't know how many times I've told a stranger how may day is going, or waved and smiled at them as we walk past each other.

So why does this matter? Well, it is what makes this Weird Wednesday topic tick:

When you and one other person are alone on an elevator and don't speak to each other.

There is about a two second period of time where you can establish communication. If that two seconds passes and the only communication was an awkward eye glance followed by an intense interest in your watch, then you are doomed for 30 seconds of awkward silence. And it feels just like this:

 

I must admit, I am guilty of this myself. Sometimes, I freeze and don't know what to do. I'm trapped in a metal box. I hope and pray that the person next to me will save the day with a great piece of small-talk. Anything. The weather, the day of the week, sports, heck I'd even accept breaking out into song High School Musical style (though I must admit, I've always secretly wished for my life to be a musical). Being from Oklahoma, I just expect communication with strangers. This silence throws me completely off my game.

Sometimes there just isn't any avoiding it. And apparently there will never be a solution...

Darn.