Long overdue.

I’ve felt disenchanted with the blogging world lately, and rather than bore you with uninteresting fluff and ordinary ramblings, I’ve avoided writing completely. I’ve been–you’ve guessed it–busy. Usually I’m all “I don’t know how to sit still so I fill my time with useless tasks” busy, but the past two weeks I’ve been for real busy.  Two weekends ago I ended a long week of dentistry with a trip to NYC to party harder than my liver has since….the last time I saw my dental girls.  I remember my freshman year of college when my roommate’s dad (who’s a dentist) burst into our little dorm room with his two besties from dental school.  They were all obliterated and animated—and gave me my first crush on dentistry.  It was love at first—-drunken viewing.  Now that I am a dentist, I realize where those guys were coming from.  You work hard, and play harder.  At a point in my life where I feel my peers are taking steps in directions I want to run the other way from, I can’t tell you how good it felt to overindulge in a way that seems more and more infrequent amongst those my own age.  I felt twenty-one again (though the impact of my hangovers these days gives me away), and it felt—-fabulous.

One of the responsibilities that go along with practicing dentistry in the smallest state around (literally) is always playing the part.  That means—in Rhode Island—I can’t wear scandalous outfits or party like a rockstar in public without looking over my shoulder and wondering how many current or future patients I’ve just scared away from the practice.  Or at least how many creepsters I’ve enticed in trying to get more than a little Lidocaine out of a visit to the dentist.  So when I finally get the chance to escape this place, all bets are off; after months of suppression, I misbehave.  The weekend started like this:

Veered in this direction:


And ended on the 5-something-a.m. train like this:

Two nights in a row.  I returned to Rhode Island feeling severely hung with some serious congestion and a little less cash to my name.  But it was worth it.

More recently I’ve been covering for my boss while he’s away and working my own hours in addition.  Tuesdays and Thursdays have been twelve-hour, back-breaking, sweat-inducing days.  Be careful what you wish for—full-time (and then some) is a bitch.

The hours I’ve been away from the office I’ve been trying to re-organize the post-painting chaos that is our house.  The new paint color is great, but the bareness of the room is killing me.  If I could make a decision to save my life I’d order some fabric and spruce the place up.  In the meantime, I’m swooning over samples.

And while you may have hoped thought I was joking, in my free time I’ve been making these:

And peeing a little in anticipation of this:

I won’t stay away so long next time.

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3 responses to “Long overdue.

  1. Kelsey

    Puppy photo….ADORABLE
    Leash/Collar’s….AMAZING (love the designs you chose, you know my favs because I already told you)
    Fabrics….Love the choices, told you my fav’s
    Night out with your girlfriends in NYC….PRICELESS and looks like you had a blast which was well deserved!

  2. Kelsey

    Oh and Fenway told me that he can’t wait to meet the pup and romp around with him in the yard!

  3. Gretchen

    1. I’m dying over some of those samples scattered all over your couch! Where are you getting them??
    2. Hurry up with pictures of the new paint color. I can’t wait to see it.
    3. You are the only person I know who spends her free time sewing dog collars… and it makes me love you and your quirkiness even more.

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