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My life in blog terms - 

I watched the Obama Presidential Library Opening. It was so damn good to see good orators, kind people, and no bullying. Hmm, imagine that! Mrs. Obama kicked ass with her speech! 

Everyone kept saying 'The Southside of Chicago.' 
And each time  I'd sing, 'is the baddest part of town'

Just me? That's what I heard in my twisted little mind. 

The old song Leroy Brown. Does anyone remember that song?

Each time it was said, Rick and I'd sing the next line, "is the baddest part of town'
Last night, it was mentioned again while we watched the local news.

Of course, it was on TV in the living room, and we were in the kitchen, but we both simultaneously sang it anyway and then laughed. 

After watching the Neil Diamond movie, we did the same thing.

Every time we hear, "Good Times Never Seemed So Good,"  we nutjobs sing, "so good, so good." 🎵  We do amuse ourselves, don't we?

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I wanted to make Rick cream puffs because he was whining about me not baking.

He made this fabulous dinner the night before, and I figured I could make him dessert. It's an easy and quick dessert.  

I went into the pantry and reached for my old cookbook because I do not remember the measurements by heart.  I was dizzy as I reached up, but I was able to get it down from the shelf. I grabbed hold of a shelf and tried to steady myself, but it wasn't exactly helping me.

I turned around, and now I was very, very dizzy. I grabbed the door frame of the pantry and attempted to walk out. I could barely walk. But the kitchen island was just a foot away. I reached for it to get a firm hold, and down I went. I smacked into the island face-first and then down to the floor I went. 

I chipped my front 2 teeth, and I got a big ole fat lip.  This was a Saturday.  

I called my dentist's office, and they were closed.  My fat lip was bleeding like a stuck pig.

Rick was in the garage when all this took place, working on a project of his.

He walked in and saw me on the floor and freaked out. I told him I was fine, but I needed to sit on the floor for a bit until I felt very steady.

Rick got me up and asked to see my mouth. Being the ever supportive spouse, he said, "Gee, now they won't call you a Yankee all the time, you look like you're from here, babe,"    ha ha funny boy. 

My dentist opens at 8am on Monday. I called at 8:02 a.m. 

I was taking no chances of missing an opening. 

NONE available until Wednesday, but only in their Cary office. 

The person on the phone asked if I was willing to drive there.

Hell yes, I'll drive anywhere to not wait another week. 

So Wednesday it was. (today)   

I just know I can't walk around with a chipped front tooth like this.

Yes, I'm that vain. 

In the meantime, I had a doctor's appointment on Tuesday for a nerve test. All part of finding out why I'm falling. I wore a mask just like I did during Covid.  I did not wish to have people see me with my front teeth like this. I would have preferred I had broken a bone for Pete's sake.

I am a damn hot mess.  My left boob is purple, black, and blue, as is my left shoulder and arm. I look like I've been beaten. And I feel like that too.

I got to the neurologist's office for this test. Once taken to the back, I was asked if I was sick or if anyone in my home was.  I said no. I said the mask was because I fell, and I have a big fat lip and chipped front teeth. For whatever reason, she said they didn't care if I wore it or let my chipped teeth exposed. I chose to keep my mask on. No one needs to see this! 

Especially the beautiful, big scab that has decided to rear its ugly head on my top lip.  I'm cute as hell, guys.

Thank God I had nowhere to go on Tuesday. I could stay with my ugly mug in my home.  This morning my appointment was at 9:30a

I didn't know where I was going, so I gave myself extra time.  

Thankfully, it was easy to find, and it was easy to fix for today.  

I will have to go back next week. She wants to see if there is any change in the fractures of the left tooth.  

If either of them turns gray, that means a root canal. 

Oh, please God, no root canal!!

She fixed me for now, so I can go about society without looking like a hillbilly.

Hurts like hell, and hot and cold don't feel so great either.

Eating has become difficult, believe it or not. I won't bore you with those details, but I will share that this is a great diet plan. :-)

On top of all that, I had computer issues. Argh! 

As of right now, everything is working just fine, me and the computer.

I think I should quit while I'm ahead.

Rick is wrapping me in bubble wrap for the weekend, he said.

He came into the house with his roll of bubble wrap, and I howled.

I needed that big laugh after all this shit.

It's too freaking hot to be outside for the 4th of July holiday.

No BBQ for us unless it's indoors. We are heat wusses.

102, 103, ooh, only 100.  Nope.  I would prefer snow at this rate.

The humidity is thick. 

I know everyone from the Midwest to the East Coast is under this heat dome, and we're all miserable. Thank God for Air Conditioning. I feel for anyone who doesn't have it.

The West is on fire, Kentucky is underwater, Wyoming got snow, I saw on the news, and the rest of the country is burning up.

And trump is still in what is left of the White House, damn it.

I sincerely hope all my American friends have a safe and wonderful 4th of July weekend.