Going into last week I knew it would be stressful: not only did I have a pdoc appointment on Thursday, I had to get a filling on Tuesday. (The last time I was at the dentist about a month ago, I nearly had an anxiety attack while sitting in the chair.) Brian would be out of town for work all day Wednesday, I had to shop for his birthday, and generally prepare for our trip to Columbus, OH, later this week. Oh, and it was raining. And I was PMSing.

Brian drove me to the dentist on Tuesday, and thankfully, the appointment was quick and painless. The bad news is that I need to see an endodontist for a root canal. I never even knew there were such things as endodontists, and requiring a root canal has long been one of my biggest fears. That night when I was flossing, I suddenly felt something sharp in my mouth. Wouldn’t you know it? A piece of molar but mainly old filling on the complete opposite side of my mouth than the one she worked on broke off. It didn’t hurt, and I knew I’d have to get it taken care of; but Brian and I figured it could wait until at least Thursday when he’d be back and could take me.

So I call the dentist Wednesday, and she tells me to come in at 2pm. She couldn’t squeeze me in Thursday, and felt that I needed this taken care of right away. Wonderful. I had planned a leisurely day of shopping, having lunch, and whatnot. Now, I had to do all of this stuff by 2 because I didn’t know how I’d feel afterwards. It was 11:30am. As soon as I hung up, I took an extra Klonopin. I’m allowed to take them as needed, and this seemed like a good time.

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I just realized that my blog is 5 years old this month. And to think that for the past week or so I’ve been considering trashing this blog and starting a new one just because my categories are all messed up, there’s crap I no longer write about, the comment template needs new coding….

But I’m too in love with my template because it’s based on a photo of me and I know the designer will redo the coding when she has time. She’s always been there for me in that regard.

I’m in love with my blog’s name for the simple reason that it rhymes. No, I’m not a rhyming poet, but I do appreciate complicated rhymes, slant rhymes, and especially internal rhymes. And I love the rhythm. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a poet or was once a percussionist or both or neither.

I no longer have the number of readers I used to, probably because I’d go periods without blogging and in that time without reading others’ blogs. Since I’ve begun blogging again on a regular basis, the diehards are back along with some new folks, all of whom I appreciate. I also don’t know that blogging is what it was back during the days of Blog Explosion (Does anyone still use that? I can’t believe it’s still around.) and other blog surfing sites and all that stuff years ago. Plus, I admit that Twitter makes blogging so much easier, especially the mundane stuff. And let’s face it — I blog about an awful lot of mundane stuff.

Anyway, I’ve decided to keep bloggo chicago. Let’s see if it makes it to a 10th birthday.

I was thinking I’d stop writing reviews because I don’t usually write serious, thoughtful, critical ones. But this is my blog and I don’t take such things seriously so I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want.

Romance movies SO do not appeal to me. I might watch a romantic comedy, but full out romantic movies just aren’t my thing. But when I saw the trailer for The Time Traveler’s Wife, the premise really intrigued me. Imagine being married to someone who travels through time but can’t control when it happens. What a pain in the ass. Would you be able to stay with that person? Anyway, the science-fiction-y part is what really interested me.

Still, I was apprehensive so I was really surprised that I thought the movie was absolutely AMAZING. Granted, I’m also a sucker for movies set in Chicago, even bad ones (Touch and Go), though I’m told much of Time Traveler was filmed in Toronto. Still, there’s enough of Chicago there for me to love, including a very authentic-looking Marshall Field’s bag in a scene that takes place before Satan Macy’s bought them out. My minor quibble is in another scene set in the 70s, in which the el car is clearly not one from that time period, as pictured here. But probably only someone like me would notice things like that.

Also, the costumer had Rachel McAdams, who I’ve loved since I saw Mean Girls all of 5 weeks ago (I know, I know), dressed in old lady-ish sweaters. WTF? BTW, Gomez is played by Ron Livingston, better known as Peter, the hero of the classic movie, Office Space. (Ironically, one of the main characters in Office Space is also a main character in Touch and Go. Go figure.)

I’m not sure why the movie is called The Time Traveler’s Wife, when it was more about Henry, the time traveler, rather than his wife — more about their relationship, even. Still, it was a really neat tale. Even BRIAN liked the movie! I can’t wait to read the book.

Dogs are licensed to drive in Wisconsin, which is where I took this picture.