I checked with my dentist about getting my daughter’s teeth whitened. She just got her braces off and they look so nice and straight, but they could use a bit of shine. 300 dollars for them to make a tray and give us the bleaching agent to wear at night. I’ve heard the liquid isn’t all that different from what you buy in the store, so we’re going to try it first. Well, I’m trying it out first. If it makes me sick… you get my drift.
So, I’m sitting here with these… things across the bottom and tops of my teeth.
I’m not enjoying this.
Won’t go into details, but we are not meant to sit for half an hour with things that turn slowly to goo in our mouths. It is the second day though and I’m not sick. Just annoyed. My daughter will do fine… but we’re still waiting until the whole 14 day treatment is over to see if it works. I’m going to be torked if I’ve wasted 420 minutes of my life dealing with this slimy, enzyme attracting crud! These coffee stained teeth better sparkle.
I have my rewrites of Valen Greer ready to go when the magazine opens for submissions tomorrow. I’ll let you know how it goes. I also stayed awake in bed forever last night trying to figure out why this particular part of my book isn’t working. Get this, the solution is to add one line back in the second chapter. Someone shoot me.
I was tired yesterday. You can always tell I haven’t been sleeping when I start worrying over silly things like blog name changes. I need a mind switch so I can turn that puppy off when I need rest. You see, I’m on a bad schedule. Awake until two or three and sleeping late. This used to be my normal schedule, but I’m getting older and all that. Changes have to be made in order for things to work properly during daylight, etc… heh heh
Problem is, the old mind sinks into these routines with the speed of a fishing weight in water. (Ew. Sloppy metaphor.) But even if I do go to bed at a decent time–which translates to 12, I’m still staring at the ceiling fan some two hours later.
So, I slept late again today to make up for it and since I need to get busy working, I’ll leave you with a couple of photographers to check out. I used to feature an artist, photographer or musician here on the Snark at least once a week. I have such varied interests in so many things. But I do love art and music and it’s time I shared a bit more of my more entertaining side.
As most of you know, I often write from portraits or photographs. Quite a few of the stories I’ve written that have won awards came from this artist The Write Snark: Milton Rogovin .
These two photographers are quite different from Mr. Rogovin, but it’s easy to find beauty just about anywhere if you really look. (If nudity–though tasteful — bothers you, don’t follow the links.) Still, it’s not hard to find beauty with this first one. These photographs are not only visually stunning, but they have such texture– you can almost feel the rough surface of the stone, or the silk of a woman’s long, red hair. The site is in Russian, so if you don’t read it, do what I do and just click around to see the different galleries. This image begs for a story, does it not?
The other artist is Christopher Gilbert. As with Ira Bordo, it was hard to pick just one image. I love the bathtub arms and the woman in blue. The women as cats are interesting (Rachel–check those out ) but this first one does tend to grab the imagination…
And today, I’m listening to Ane Brun. Ane Brun Take a minute, click on music, then audio clips, then the small arrow for the jukebox. Pick the song, To Let Myself go. Then listen to the first one Are They Saying Goodbye. You won’t regret it. She has a lovely voice.