Teeth Pulling Vodka Thieves

Tabi in her "glasses" without lenses that she likes to wear to school. And Tabi today at her music concert at school. I spent the morning at the oral surgeon where Mist had 3 baby teeth extracted. She is home with some movies and a Starbucks Cream Brule frapaccino (sp?)
 I embarrassed myself at the surgeon--asking him if he remembered some of the stories I'd heard about him from my sister Theresa--back in the days when he was an undergraduate at the U of S. Mist dared me to ask him about the "vodka" story--and you know me--I'm not afraid of dares. So I asked him if he remembered drinking my sister's vodka bottle she was saving and replacing it with water--he didn't! And of course he was totally taken a back. He is now a distinguished, dental surgeon...those days aren't even on his memory radar. He didn't say this, of course, but man, he wasn't any fun. Nice enough of course, a very nice, serious doctor--but not one who was ever young and carefree! Misty wanted me to ask if he remembered his old college nick name "Wham" but I refused--I might give the guy a cardiac arrest at that one! Oh well, if somehow I've triggered a memory that makes him think--I'll feel like it was worth it. No one needs to turn all serious and boring.
Tonight the UBCO ED Christmas party. I am going Calvin Klein this year.
My December will be Christmas shopping(I am horrible--I keep finding cool stuff for myself!), Zenning my girls rooms and giving away tons of toys and clothing. And starting on my Ethics Review application and writing a proposal for a paper to present at a conference this winter.
That is it.
My focus is to apply for my PhD next fall at U of C. I am absolutely dying to get back to writing fiction and painting. I am really wanting to do both right now. I have a plan that really inspires me--but no time. Life is a constant struggle. I want MONEY. Unless a job I'd love comes up before then, I'll keep going for the PhD. But hey, I will keep checking for jobs I'd love.
I am a little bit freaked this season. Not motivated to do what is before me. I just want to write and paint. All else seems to just get in my way!