Blue Moon

Blue Moon is a decent beer. I have only drank it on a few occasions. Each time with very strange results. Thursday night there was a holiday party for the businesses in our building. Good food and free drinks. Mine were of the Blue Moon variety. After two and a half, I was pretty chatty. But otherwise fine. Sandy & I went to see a movie at the cheap theater. Nothing's too good for my girl you know. We watched Changeling. Pretty good, I thought. It's a story of abuse of power by the LA police force. Not really what I was expecting but good. Anyway, that night I had the strangest dream. In the dream I had been drinking. I was driving the van alone through a graveyard. I got very sleepy drunk and could not focus to drive. Somehow I got onto a footpath then started mowing down headstones. One got caught under the van and I was stuck. I hoofed it home (but not to my house) because I didn't want to face the cops in that condition. Soon I was asleep. Yeah, I went to sleep in my dream and had another dream. I don't remember what that dream was about but there were no vehicular causalities. The worries about the van floated away into dreamland. Eventually I awoke from the inner dream. Wakefulness brought with it that nasty gut wrenching feeling that you get when you remember all the crap you did while you were drunk the night before. I remembered the van was wrecked and that I'd have to take care of that ugliness. Ugh. I started walking back to the graveyard. Then I woke up. For real this time. It took me quite a while to figure out what was dream and what was reality and whether the van was wrecked or not. I've never taken any hallucinogenics, but... Blue Moon does seem to have some funky effects on me.

Toothy Questions

Lately, we've noticed that Jacob is having trouble brushing his teeth thoroughly enough. When we were at my Mom's last weekend, I brushed them a bit myself and I could see the gums bleeding some. I had a talk with him and explained that he needs to do a better job, making sure every tooth gets brushed. Sandy and I tried to convince him that going to the dentist with a cavity is very unpleasant experience. I think he got the idea because later he came to Sandy and said, "I need to talk to you about something. I just read 'little critter goes to the dentist' and he had a cavity. I'm afraid to go to the dentist now." Sandy told him everything would be fine as long as he brushed his teeth well enough. The next morning he brush his teeth for about five minutes. :-)
Every night before bed, he brushes his teeth and uses a fluoride rinse. Last night he asked, "Dad, what is that rinse I use?" I told him it is a fluoride rinse to help strengthen the enamel on his teeth and prevent cavities. He said, "Oh boy. I just have so many questions." I was just able to contain my laughter. I told him to go ahead and ask some of his questions. Sandy started cracking up and soon I was laughing too. He asked, "What is fluoride? What is enamel? Why is the rinse red or green?" I did my best to explain everything and sent him off to bed.