I chipped my tooth on a metal rod. And as if that weren't awkward enough to admit to myself and say out loud that I did such a silly thing, I now have to face my ultimate fear and say it there.
I have a borderline phobia of the dentist, it's true, and in the past 5 visits I cried twice. You can imagine the irony with me being once sponsored by the Cheonan Trump -- Cheonan's leading dental surgeon. And while many other sponsors sponsored me with products from their specific business, the Cheonan Trump gave me free dental work and also a set weekly cash amount. Once a week I would visit his office and mingle and as I headed out the door his assistant would slip me an envelop of cash. I never did use his free dental work with the exception of getting some mouth guards made for me and two of my former boxing teammates but at $300 a pop it was too good of an offer to not cash in on. As for weekly visits for the cash, slowly but surely even those I gave up on. I just can't stand the dentist. With all their drills going crazy and people in face masks, it's like a mad science room experiment and I want nothing to do with it.
So I chipped my tooth and consequently I spent the next hour or so with my finger in my mouth, scratching at it and hoping it was just something stuck on my tooth.
The irony here is that just today Snickers and I were talking about possible food-problem situations that could arise. More specifically however, we were talking about food allergies and under-aged drinking. Only a few of our members have any kind of allergy but two of them are quite severe. As for under-aged drinking, we have a couple of high school aged Hulkies who we have to look out for. They're at that age when they're trying harder to get away with things they shouldn't, like smoking in our bathroom. I caught two last week and made one of them scrub our toilets. The other will do the toilets this week. Sounds mean?! Hey, the sign on the back of every bathroom door at our club warns about this. It reads "No smoking in the bathroom. If you are caught smoking, you will be on bathroom duty. This means this week YOU will have to clean the toilets." They were warned. Anyways, what's more mean, someone potentially burning down the entire building and our dream because they want to feed their bad habit or me using it as an opportunity to get out of cleaning the toilets myself?! Exactly.
Today we decided to randomly host a sausage and social this week. We'll be hosting it 9pm, after our crossfit challenger class that starts at 7pm. This means I spent part of my day today looking up sausages and trying to figure out which sausages were best. Ever since being on the TV dating show "MatchMaker" back in the day, sausages kind of gross me out (those who saw me on it definitely know what I'm talking about). So given the overdose of sausages on my eyes and the overdose of need to translate the Korean on my brain, it wasn't a matter of simply picking. Finally narrowed it down. Duck sausages are best but quite expensive but, as it turns out, if you're a foreign female and call the company up, you end up getting a huge discount... especially if you call the male that answers the phone "oppa". "Oppa" is a term of endearment that means "older brother", that is despite the fact that girlfriends often call their boyfriends that too -- twist your brain around that!!! Anyways, scored a discount but still not sure if I'm going to go with those. It's up to Snickers now with what ones he picks up on Friday when he visits. I think we might end up getting some duck and some others because we have no idea of how many are coming and how hungry they'll be.
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