Life As an Afterschool Special

They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin droolin
Tryin to catch me ridin droolin
Tryin to catch me ridin droolin
Tryin to catch me ridin droolin
Tryin to catch me ridin droolin
My mouth is so numb
I’m swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin droolin
Tryin to catch me ridin droolin
Tryin to catch me ridin droolin
Tryin to catch me ridin droolin
Tryin to catch me ridin droolin

~ CHAMILLIONJAMIE

I went to Ann’s birthday party this weekend and had SO MUCH FUN.

While I was at the party I told a “Jamie Story” and then realized I hadn’t blogged about.

So…

Last Thursday i went to the dentist.
I am TERRIFIED of dentists

I know a lot of people are but I actually have a really good reason! Two years ago I went to the Philippines for a mission trip. While I was there I needed an emergency root canal. Root canals and third world countries do NOT go together well. My bottom tooth was infected, so the medication they were using to numb the pain wasn’t working, and they started drilling on my tooth anyways. It hurt so bad that I bit the dentist hand and the drill went up through my top tooth as well. So now I hate the dentist. HATE them.

But I needed to go so I sucked it up and went to J& D dental. They are fabulous, and made sure I was very very very numb before they did anything. After they were finished I felt a little queasy and decided to ride the bus home.

(This is the good part)

I am on the bus but all the seats are taken so I stand up and hold on the railing. My whole mouth is numb, I don’t feel good, and I shut my eyes. When I open them again I realized that I am drooling. Worse yet, I realize that I am DROOLING on the MAN seated below me. Seriously. Drool running down his cheek. But I can’t really help it because I cant feel my mouth.

So I try to apologize but I can’t really talk yet and it comes out as “swary i dwool on you head”

The bus stops and the man gets off.

Hee. Great! He totally thought I was one of the “special” people on the “shirt bus”

I might as well have been wearing a helmet and mismatched shoes.

So there you have it, yet another Jamie moment.

And even when I *try* to behave, my life is still full of afterschool “special” moments.