Thursday, November 23, 2006

I had some suspicious moles removed at the dermatologists office. When the anesthetic wears off, the deep gouged out ones hurt.Unlike the small surface ones. One was bleeding so she cauterized it. I could smell the burn. Ew.

The assistant girl was a total ditz. Very sweet, very warm, but not the brightest bulb on the tree, no siree. I don't know if this is normal, but everywhere she gave me a shot bled. Then she had to re-do some lables that went on the biopsy jars. She said, "Oh, I did these backwards." The dermatologist asked her to go get something, because it wasn't where it was supposed to be. I was also supposed to get an aftercare sheet with instructions on it, which she forgot to give me. The assistant then tried to sell me some vitamin C cream. I asked her what was in it, since I mainly stay with natural products. She said, "Vitamin C." I asked her what else. She said, "100% Vitamin C." I looked at the jar. 15% vitamin C.

Totally sweet girl, but dang. What a ditz.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Looking at zillions of wine bottles in a store, it took forever for me to find the Pinot Noirs. Then it took forever for me to read the lables to see where each came from.

I imagined me in a restaurant, asking, "Do you have a northern pinot noir? Nothing like a napa valley. I prefer one from a cooler climate." I thought of how wine snobby that would sound, and I smiled on the inside.

My smile had nothing to do with the wine snobbery. I happened to read that northern pinot noirs have higher levels of resveratrols in them (I don't know what the heck resveratrols are). And this is supposed to prevent wrinkles and other facets of aging. Seriously, I'm at that point where I'm willing to try almost anything. And by the way, the resveratrols diminish with exposure to oxygen. Which means the best bet is to buy it in a box. (air doesn't seep into the bags inside boxes of wine) However, I have yet to find a box of pinot noir from a northern climate. Shucks.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

A friend and I joking about the Canadian version of Diffrent Strokes:

What you talkin' a-boot, Willis, eh?