Sunday, August 3, 2008

Razor Kick Scooters

We have a friend at church and her daughter that ride these things to get around where they need to go much faster. I decided I needed to have one so I bought one from for 40 bucks. Matt thought I was crazy...then he took it for a scoot and decided he needed one too! It cuts our traveling time in half. They are very fun and a little dangerous. Matt has had a few scuffs with some old ladies yelling at him. I have crashed a couple of times and Matt once too. All in all they are a great way to get around. The best thing about them is that they fold in half and are very light so they go where ever we go and don't get stolen. We mostly ride them to the subway or bus station, store, church...
You can get adult sized and more sophisticated looking scooters but with our height(or lack thereof) and all we went with the cheaper kid scooters. Matt rides a cruiser scooter with a wooden base and bigger wheels and mine is an A3 model which is all metal. We are mostly the only adults I have seen riding these around (besides our tiny Asian friend and her daughter).
Ya, we are pretty cool.

SweetBliss by Ilene C. Shane

SweetBliss by Ilene C. Shane

Check out where I work! I have been making clusters, peanut butter and biscotti 800 each! I had to make each recipe 4 times and then scoop them to look like ice ceam scoops, dip them and decorate them. It has been very fun!


While we were in the process of looking at apartment in New Jersey (more space for less money) we stopped in for some good ole' fried chicken at KFC. I bit down on a nice crunchy chicken strip and right then Matt's accusations became true and I could no longer hide it: I am a redneck from Price, Utah. Well, Matt married me so he chose redneck; I didn't have a choice. You see, I was born without a left lateral incisor. First I had an UGLY gap, then a fake tooth hooked on my braces, retainers, and most recently the two teeth adjacent to the missing tooth (a bridge) and now I am back to the UGLY gap. That bridge gave way that fateful day...if only I had known how fateful it was really going to be I would not have laughed when it happened. We went on from KFC, tooth in pocket, to see the last apartment of the day...OUR apartment. It is a beautifully renovated one bedroom that is bigger and 500 dollars cheaper than our place in Manhattan. Our new landlord was the first person I had to talk to without my tooth. You can imagine...or maybe you can't, whatever. Anyway, I am on day 8 without my tooth. Since then I have had to learn to go about my business not smiling for nobody (I have to really concentrate on not talking like a redneck although I look and sound like one when the air goes through that gap when i speak, sometimes I slip). Yes, I even went to work all week. Luckily I only see my two co-workers and my boss. They laugh at me...and pity me I think. I told my boss, who is very weary of mine and Matt's Razor kick scooters that we ride around everywhere, that I crashed and knocked my tooth out. She didn't think it was very funny...but my co-workers did. Even more shocking to me than the duration of time I have had to wait for the dental lab to get my custom "flipper" made (I am back to the retainer with a tooth stage) is the fact that my dental team (yes, at the place I use to work), in the process of trying to temporarily bond the old tooth back on, sucked it into the suction tube and could not retrieve it!!! I am not joking. Matt tried to make something for me at school but it didn't work. Tomorrow is our 2 year anniversary and I get my flipper after work; it better fit!