I went to the dentist yesterday–for the first time in eeek…shhhh…THREE years!! I was terrified I would have a cavity after that long, and that I would be told that my wisdom teeth needed to come out. Someone smiled on me because not only am I cavity free, but my two (I was only born with uppers) wisdom teeth are hunky-dory, and my insurance covered the entire visit! Not even a co-pay! And on top of all that, the dentist thought I had had braces because my teeth are so straight. I had the pleasure of telling him they are au naturale.
Other than the wonderful teeth cleaning, I am feeling a bit down in the dumps. Sorry for myself really. It could quite possibly be related to err…a monthly visitor, but I am feeling down nonetheless. I haven’t heard anything from any of the jobs I have submitted my resume for. Not a peep. I know sometimes it takes a while, but still. I wanted to send it out and have people crawling across the internet anxious to meet me. Of course, my rational mind knows that’s more than a bit unrealistic, but still, it’s what we all want, right? Bit of a blow to the ego.
On top of that, I keep wondering if this is the time in my life when I need to move. Get out of Dodge. I am young, single, kid-free, and here I am tied to a house. I could sell my house, make a small profit, and move on. Go to New York, or Atlanta, where I have family, and get to know them a little better. Especially Atlanta. I have little cousins there. One is about 4 and the other is about 1, and I have never even met them. I have a friend there too. And I like Atlanta. I dunno. It’s this whole looking for a new job thing. It has my mind just racing with possibilities. And I really feel like it is my house that is my albatross. Without my house I would easily have an extra $400 a month–more when you include money spent on repairs, home warranty, and renovations. Which either means money to save, money to burn, or money for a pay cut that would get me into some jobs that my salary puts me out of range for. And the last option would give me a chance to change career paths. But, on the other hand, I love my house.
Ok, well not ugly, but it has to do with appearances, and the phrase isn’t the good, the bad, and the they-look-somewhat-similar…Yesterday, I saw a picture of Kelly Clarkson. I have been told again and again that I look like her, and for the first time yesterday, I saw it. It was sort of creepy actually. It’s really in face only though. She has a better stomach than I do (lately anyway) and I have better legs. But, our faces are remarkably similar. So here are a couple of photos of my celebrity look-a-like…
Here’s one where I think you can see why people say we look alike…my nose is thinner but we have very similar eyes and mouths. I wish I could find a better picture of myself that shows it better. That’s me of course, on the right.
Now here’s what I am wondering if I should do to my hair…if she can pull it off, I should be able to too, right?