Brace Face

I admit I haven’t grown up; adult status reached, but not acted upon. I do not want to grow up. I enjoy laughing at silly things such as farts, burps, and bad jokes. That keeps me young.

As teenagers, when a friend or someone in our circle got braces, “brace face” and “metal mouth” became their new nick-name. I endured this form of metal torture, wires, headgear, and all.

Braces forty years ago were much different than they are now. Metal bands were put around each tooth, and each band had two tabs that protruded from the front. These tabs had wire wrapped around them, tying each tooth to the next. Wire ends were sharp, and tucked into the space between the tabs, however sometimes they would work their way out, and poke my cheek, drilling what felt like a mammoth sized hole. Wax, a staple tucked neatly away in my purse or pocket, and never far away, was put over the offending wire until a visit to the orthodontist could be arranged. If the wire wasn’t too far back in my mouth, a flat pencil end could be used to shove it back into place.

Wires and bands were not the only solution to my messy teeth. Small but strong rubber bands were looped over a tooth in the back on the top, skipped several teeth, then looped over a tooth on the bottom, pulling teeth in the direction required. (These tiny rubber bands also made great missiles to shoot at a cute boy across the room!) This made speaking rather difficult, and often lent an accent, previously not in residence, to my speech.

Evidently my teeth were not moving at an acceptable pace, and my beloved orthodontist Dr. Woodford, fit me with the oh so stylish headgear. Soft pliable bands crisscrossed your head and neck, with metal arms reaching out to hook loops in my mouth, pulling my already sore teeth in the opposite direction from the rubber bands! Usually I had to wear the headgear at night, but, if I was not diligent, since it really wasn’t comfortable for sleeping; I had to wear it during the day. Of course the orthodontist had me wear the headgear contraption during the day when I was in school; he couldn’t wait until summer break when I wouldn't be around all the cute boys!

  

Finally, after all the bands, rubber bands, and metal wires were removed, I got to wear a retainer for a year or more. This kept my teeth in place, so they didn’t move back to their old hangout. The retainer was a fitted piece of plastic with, of course, a wire running across my teeth. I was supposed to wear this all the time except when I ate. This became a problem when out with friends for a bite of fast food. I took my retainer out, wrapped it in a napkin and put it on my tray. Meal done, I threw the trash on my tray away, and rode my bike toward a friends house. Half way there, I realized I threw my retainer away. Quick turn-around, head back to dig through the trash cans. If I was lucky, I found it right away, other times, two or three bags of trash later; I'd find the treasure I was seeking, take it home and boil it.

Today, braces are much more user friendly. Tabs are glued onto the front of your teeth, rubber wires join teeth, and can even be color coded for your favorite sports team, high school colors, or to match your prom dress/tux.

I still see rubber bands, however, I have not seen headgear, and I am pretty sure retainers are still in play.

Braces are a young person’s gig. Pain is endured knowing your smile will soon be straight, calling to those of the opposite sex, luring them with a new brilliant smile. There are years, and years ahead of  young brace face teens, years to flash that costly smile.

Now, I am confused by what I am seeing as an odd braces trend. On not so rare occasions, I see older adults with braces. I’m not talking about thirty-something’s, or forty-year-olds, I am seeing mostly women who are sixty-five years old plus, wearing braces. At a time when most of their peers are Efferdent-ing their dentures, these ladies are getting their not so pearly whites straightened.  

I just don’t get it! What purpose does this painful procedure serve? Are these women newly widowed and on the market? The shapes of their mouths change, they make funny faces trying to get their lips over the braces. Their speech patterns have changed, and they often have difficulty eating; “Nothing with seeds please, they get stuck in my braces.” “Nothing too tough to eat, maybe just some soup.”

I want to enjoy my meals when I’m older, I want to enjoy life, not be worried about how I look. Maybe these gals need straight teeth to happily live out the rest of their lives.

Whenever I see an older person with braces, I have to quell my inner teen and not yell out Hey, brace face! I can't call them metal mouth, or steely smile, or any other name that rhymes. It is just not dignified. Perhaps someday, I’ll get enough nerve up to ask  why someone chooses to get braces at seventy.

Do My Eyes Deceive Me?

The story begins well, it has me hooked. Murder, mayhem, and madams. Everything a reader could want. I’m engrossed in the first paragraph, words flow seamlessly, evoke visions both good and bad. I am reading as fast as I can, and still understand what it is I am devouring. Then it happens, the quirk. Is it really there? Do my aging eyes deceive me? I go back and begin again. The difference is subtle, almost imperceptible. The question hanging out in my mind, pestering to be answered, is why? What purpose does this change serve? Space saver, ink saver, format?

I return once more to the break, the change that has taken me away from the story, and put me in editor mode; something I’d rather not do when I am reading for pleasure. I have picked up this book because I wanted a journey, an escape, not work!

There. Right in the middle of the page. The font changes size from 12 to 11.5.

Oh, The Places I’ll Go

Dr.Seuss has a birthday coming up, this is in his honor. Titles to almost all of his books are included in this poem. Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss, you have given the world a tremendous gift.


Dear Dr. Seuss, You are such a goose, and I love how you make things rhyme.

I pull out a book, and take a quick look, and hope I have enough time.

Time for:

Colorful fish, and green eggs and ham, which all can be seen at the zoo.

A quick trip to the circus will only endear us to Horton, the Grinch and Bartholomew.

McElligot has a fox, and a King with old socks, that the Sneetches and Yertles deplore.

There’s Thidwick and Daisy, who’ve gone quite crazy for Oobleck, and Wockets, and more.

Marvin K. Mooney and the Lorax too have scrambled eggs for supper.

They ponder and think, and make duck feet wishes for Hooper Humperdinck.

People in houses and Lady Godivas  ride Zebras to hop on pop.

 They each have ten apples to place on their heads, a fine thing to put on one’s top.

On wacky Wednesday, the eye and the tooth are found in a booth, with the mice and a bullfrog or two. They sit with the Zax and Too Many Daves and celebrate Diffendoofer – who?

The butter battle raged on for days till the vet had had enough. He sat in his jet and refused to let the little bug go ka-choo!

Then Gerald, on his great big stilts found the lost Mr. Brown. He tried  to remember that it was Octember, and time to come to my house down town.

Oh, Dr. Seuss, my mind is loose, with everything spinning around.

The Cat in the Hat, might just return with more books!

For there are never enough to be found.

Tips on How to Stay Youthful

I went to see my chiropractor the other day. He is a great guy, has a wonderful sense of humor, and always makes me feel good. I was in for my free birthday back crack and the office gals wished me a happy birthday. Then the Dr. wished me a great day, and asked me how I kept my beauty, and youthful vitality. I told him I owed it all to my chiropractor! He laughed, I thanked him for the compliment and said that I just feel young.

Then I thought about it. My body may be fifty-five, but in my mind, I am still in my thirties. I don’t feel as though I am ready for the senior discount. However, I will take it. I may creak a little bit, and have white hair, but I am not old!

Continuing to ponder the “how do you stay so young” question I came up with a few answers.

First, don’t think about being old. I think I’m in my thirties, probably act like I’m in my twenties so I don’t feel old.

Second, do hard to recover from things when you are young. I did all the stupid things like smoking, drinking too hard, and just doing the wrong thing at the wrong time when I was young. I had plenty of vitality to overcome the hangover, recover from the 2 pack a day weekends. Over doing it was OK, I was young and could bounce right back.

Now that I am older, one or two drinks and I’m good. I don’t smoke any more, although a good cigar every once in a while is fine. I do eat too much, but am working on cutting down. Not something to try when older,  but I’m slogging through it.

Third, and I think the  most important is laughter. I laugh all the time, and try to make others laugh too, if I can make someone laugh, it makes my day. I laugh at myself – all the time, and have no problem laughing at myself if I do some dumb or foolish thing. I never take myself too seriously. I’ve seen people that do, and I feel sorry for them. You have to have joy in your life, and that includes laughing.

So there are my how to stay young tips. Oh, I almost forgot the fourth and most important  thing – have a great chiropractor.

Keeping in Touch

Desk top, lap top, Netbook, Notebook,cell phone, technology for every occasion. I stay connected to family and friends with email, IM's, and chat. Facebook, My Space, LinkedIn, and blogs allow me to connect to the world.

Public presence on Facebook, etc. is supposed to urge others into reading my book of poems. It hopefully entices people with my wit, and wonderful writing to visit my blog, or Amazon page to buy Skewed, My Take on the World.

All the above is fine, however, do I really need to be in touch with so many? I enjoy a brief chat with old high school friends, now adult friends of my now adult children (that is a topic for another blog), and Lions Club members. I like that I don't necessarily have to one on one talk to folks, just a quick post, and I've shared my thoughts for the day.

I am on Pintrest, a wonderful sight - I think. I love seeing all the different styles of bookcases, clothes, felting projects, and writing information. I like to "pin" something I am interested in, so I can remember it at a later date. However, I get emails when others re-pin my pin. I don't care! Seriously, I pinned a particular interest for me. I'm sure there is a way to not have emails sent when my pin is re-pinned, but I'm not sure I want to take the time to find it. Then other side of that coin - there is that little bit of ego that enjoys the knowledge that someone else liked what I pinned. Silly I know.

All this instant contact is a little overwhelming. I don't know if I like it. I do turn off my computer and cell phone at night. I unplug as it were and I can, not answer my phone. I have voice mail, I'll catch it when it is convenient for me. I do enjoy talking to people face to face, despite my earlier rantings, and our cell phones all get set aside during meals.

Technology is certainly here to stay. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I'd be texting, pinning, Facebooking or IMing. I have vision, evidently not technology vision. I will stick to creating written pieces of art, and utilizing technology to keep in touch with folks, and to publicize my creations.

Writers Retreat

Retreat: Instead of facing tasks head-on, you flee.
Writers Retreat - to face writing head-on, and do nothing but write, wishing you could flee.

Our writing group went on a three day, retreat to Cathlamet, WA. Instead of fleeing, as I do at home to laundry, dusting, and just plain old anything except writing, I wrote and wrote. I only wrote eight poems, but I spent the majority of my time working on short stories for a book (of course an upcoming best seller). I got a lot written, met my goals for the retreat.

Everyone got things done. Handwritten notes typed into the computer, pages and pages organized into something resembling order, and a lot of research. We strayed from our goals only long enough to eat, and take an occasional walk outdoors while it was sunny (our usual rain stayed away), and of course sleep.

Five of the Cedar Creek Writers attended this three day retreat, all women. I'm sure most people could not  fathom the idea of five women in the same room for hours on end, and having the room quiet. But quiet it was. The only noise? The tapping of computer keys, and papers rustling.

Our writing retreats are always a joy for me. I always seem to get more accomplished when surrounded by other creative people. The air seems to change, swirling with ideas for my mind to grasp. I grasp and write, I grasp and think, I grasp and toss back. Writing at home I play soft, creative type music hoping to get those creative juices flowing, and it works, however a room filled with other writers has its own special nuances. Camaraderie perhaps, or an unspoken understanding that creativity is among us, and ours for the taking.

This writing retreat has become a yearly adventure. We stay at the Hotel Cathlamet, a refurbished old hotel, with creaky floors, small rooms with comfy beds, and is within walking distance of anything one could need in the small town. In January, the hotel has few customers, so we have the place to ourselves, which is good, since we take over the common room, and spread out snack goodies in the tiny kitchen. The owners are wonderful, allowing us to check in early, take over, and, as long as we clear out our rooms by check out time, they  let us use the common room until mid afternoon, when we leave.

We may try an early summer retreat to the beach, although for me, the beach may be too much of a distraction. But I will eagerly go, to spend time with my creative friends and fellow writers.