Invisalign Tray 9 (no longer “trays”!)

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First up today, we have an Invisalign update. I present Tray 8 Upper (note that that’s the same tray as last time, this one isn’t changing anymore) and Tray 9 Lower.

From Invisalign

Uh, yeah, I can’t really tell a difference here between this week and last week. One of my lower front teeth, the one next to the eye tooth with the button on it, appears to be moving more sideways than forward and it isn’t fitting in the tray well. I am concerned about it.

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In other news!
I pulled out of the driveway yesterday morning and turned towards the stop sign (still in front of the house) and my car said (well, not literally, but I’m sure it was thinking it) “HEY IDIOT, YOU HAVE A FLAT TIRE” (which, in reality, was a little yellow tire with a ! in it). I got out, and low, my front left tire was flat as a pancake.

DOH.

So I pulled it back in to the driveway, pulled everything out of the trunk and secret compartment, and hauled the spare and jack out. I managed to jack up the car with Mike’s help. I sent him along to work, and then had to call AAA, because I could NOT get the lugnuts off of the wheel. They were tightened by Satan or something. Anywho, AAA finally shows up, and he pops that wheel off.
http://www.twitpic.com/2emk5
Ah hah. A bolt (and washer!). Seems simple enough to repair.
So the AAA dude pops the spare on for me, which happens to be the dorkiest spare in the history of spares:
http://www.twitpic.com/2emng

Sigh. I drove slooooowly over surface streets to Kearny Mesa Toyota. I pulled it in, they made me wait until someone could check me in… la la..they tell me, no problem, go wait. It’ll be an hour or so. So I’m waiting in the lobby, which has wireless, but for some reason you can’t register for it, so I can’t use it, and time is like . . . . zzzzzz. They finally call me to go see my service advisor. Not the cashier. He says, “Good news and bad news! We *could* repair the tire, but we’re not going to because you need four new tires! Only $600!” I responded that I only had 28k on my car, how could I possibly need new tires? He said Priuses are heavier than small cars and go through tires faster; that most Priuses get their stock tires replaced at 15-20k. And I responded, “Because they’re crappy?” and he tried to convince me they were fabulous. Sorry, man, if your tires wear out at 15-20k, they are not fabulous. He said 28k was a fantastic length for those tires. I left the car there, because it was already 10a, and took the shuttle to work. Wait, what was the good news??

Thence ensued a bunch of googling and calling Costco for the specific kind of tire. Santee turned out to be the only one nearby (except Carlsbad and Chula Vista) that carried it in stock. So Mike graciously picked me up from work and dropped me off at the dealer, and they called the car out. Random worker drove it out and I go around the other side…

Hey, why is the regular tire back on it? It doesn’t look flat? What happened to the spare? The dude had no idea, so I go ask the service guy and he gets all surprised and flustered and goes to ask the tech, who said he repaired it (mumblemumble, I can’t read lips that far away). Well, SWEET, I don’t have to drive home on Gimpy McYellow Spare! The dealer guy tried to make sure I knew that I REALLY NEEDED TO REPLACE THE TIRES NOW. I get it, dude. I drove home, and then went to Costco around 6:30, after the traffic died down. They popped four new tires on, and voilĂ . They have a 90k warranty on them, so they damn well better last longer than 28k.

The end.

Yay Matt! and stupid gas station

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Here are all the pictures I took last night at NCT. Sorry, the lighting is a little funky on some of them. But there are still some funny ones!

Matt Performs at NCT May 08

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After gelato (mmm), Mike still had to take me back to UCSD to get my car, and then we had to drive home, and I stopped to get gas. I pulled up to a pump, and tried my credit card three times, and the machine wouldn’t read it. And then it stopped the pump! GRRRRRR. So I got back in my car, moved to a new pump, which I hate doing, because everyone is going “OMG she is so stupid, she can’t even pump gas”, swiped again. It wouldn’t read, so I went back to the car to get my other card, AND IT STOPPED THE PUMP. Ok, it’s 10:30 at night, I just want some friggin gas, now I have to go inside. I hate people. I go inside, there’s no attendant, there’s a line, yada yada, of course the card works fine inside. I go back out, I’m really irritated, I pump the gas. No receipt, cuz I had to go inside. There may be fumes coming off my head by now. My car odomter doesn’t reset to 0 by itself (I may have been a wee bit impatient here) so I jabbed the reset button….which eliminated my car’s mpg for the last YEAR AND A HALF. I was so proud of it, and, now, it’s gone. GAR. And I didn’t have my phone to record the numbers, so I had to write them on my hand. Pittance, I know, but I was so irritated last night.

Mother’s Day in Long Beach

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On Sunday, Mike and I got up at the buttcrack of dawn to catch the train up to OC for the day. My parents picked us up in Irvine, and we went to Zov’s for some delectable breakfasties. I had a frittata with tomatoes, basil, and mozarella. Nom nom nom. We went back to the house for a while, and then dad picked up my grandma, and we went to Long Beach to my Aunt Ruth’s place. She’s renting, like, a carriage house. It’s an apartment built over the garage. The house in front is FABULOUS. It’s this great, gorgeous old 1930s Craftsman. It’s been immaculately kept (or restored) and I wanted to storm in and take pictures of the entire house. I refrained, and took pictures of the back of the house:

We then walked to La Parolaccia Osteria in Long Beach for “linner”. I got pesto penne with sundried tomatoes and goat cheese. More nom-ness. Mike got a calzone called VESUVIUS and it was erupting marinara sauce. Hee! Here’s the fam, gathered together:

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I can’t believe I forgot my phone today! I’m just shy of 460 miles this AM, and have less than a bub left of gas. I’ll fill up on my way home. That should still put me in the range (because the gas station is still at least 10 miles on my way home) of about 50 mpg. Which is awesome. (My tank only takes about 9 gallons.) I last got gas on 4/28, which puts me just over two weeks. Considering I drive almost 40 miles every day, that’s nothing to sneeze at.