a resolution on pedestrians when it is very cold (or, an ode to foster ave.)

(after joe s.)

WHEREAS, it is right now approx. 3 degrees or less in Chicago, with a wind chill factor of exactly a lot, making it, shall we say, FUH-REEZING.

WHEREAS, my coat looks like a sleeping bag but is still only a coat and therefore not heated.

WHEREAS, if you are in a car, you are first, protected from the wind, and second, most likely heated. it follows that you are therefore warmer than me or any other pedestrian.

WHEREAS, i'm in the crosswalk, fergoshsakes. i'm being a good citizen!

WHEREAS, you have a red light so you will have to stop soon anyway. even if you have a green light, nowhere you have to go is that important.

MAY IT HITHERTOFORENOWSOTHERE BE RESOLVED, that when i am standing and shivering on the side of the road, you should let me cross, not drive past me. please?

more fun with tunes.

1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question.

NO CHEATING...(i only cheated once, to skip a song i hadn't even put on my computer)


What does next year have in store for me?
are you that somebody? --aaliyah

What does your love life look like?
stop in the name of love --the supremes

What do I say when life gets hard?
i'm on my way --proclaimers

What do I think when I get up in the morning?
she --the monkees

What song will I dance to at my wedding?
love overflowing --sandtown children's choir

What do you want as a career?
dance --nas (well, that's appropriate)

Your favorite saying
black or white --michael jackson

Favorite place?
brown eyed girl --van morrison

What do you think of your parents?
mary, mary --monkees (hey, mary's my mom's real first name! kooky!)

Where would you go on a first date?
better man --pearl jam (heh.)

Drug of choice?
the locomotion --little eva

Describe yourself:
prolouge (little shop of horrors) --from the musical (obviously. and i think i take offense at this)

What is the thing I like doing most?
crazy --gnarls barkley

The song that best describes the president?
man in the mirror --michael jackson (let's pause for a moment and consider the implications of this)

What is my state of mind like at the moment?
this is my world --hootie & the blowfish

How will I die?
can't give up now --mary mary

The song you'll put as the subject?
part of me --sandtown children's choir

accentuate the positive

i could be posting about this crazy fool <--, but after watching his rampage, the whole thing just makes me feel gross, so i'm not going to.





INSTEAD, i'm going to talk about this dude -->, who i decided i love. i don't know tons about the story, but from what i've read so far, it appears he is selling shoes and athletic gear, good quality stuff, for $15 dollars or less per item, even the stuff that is most top of the line. just to provide people who might otherwise break the bank to buy sneakers with affordable merchandise. people, this is profound. amazing. this man is thinking about OTHER HUMANS, not about money! this man is selling something and not trying to turn as large a profit as possible (because, c'mon, he probably doesn't need the money) but rather trying to HELP SOMEONE ELSE. he is operating a business, but NOT THINKING capitalistically.
tell me if i'm being too optimistic, but marbury gives me some hope for the world. i just want to give him a hug.

right now

in the middle, nay, the beginning of october, it is SNOWING in chicago. you know what that means? we're just a hope skip and a jump away from this:

AWESOMENESS

tonight on lost they both referenced and SHOWED the final out of the 2004 world series. the world series that the red sox, the beleagured supposedly cursed red sox, WON, with the GREATEST baseball comeback in history.

i watched that final out with my hands cupped over my face, hoping it was true but thinking it was possible that something could be flubbed and the spell would be broken and we would lose. but we didn't, and we WON!

and then, two years later, it's replayed on our favorite show. well, one of them. and my roomate and i totally had a min-re-celebration.

tasted good, but it sho' was ugly.

the ravioli

this squash ravioli is quite possibly the weirdest looking thing i have ever made. ever.

i don't know why i think it's a good idea to cook something i've never cooked before when people are coming over.

i don't think it tastes bad. people just may be too scared of it to eat it.

i will post pictures later.

cross your fingers

tonight i made squash ravioli.

squash from the vegetable box, which this week also contained sun choke, whatever that is, and green tomatoes (which i think i will fry).

so i baked the squash, added some butter & brown sugar, put them on won ton wrappers, folded them up, tossed them in the freezer for tomorrow.

i'm serving them to some peeps coming over for dinner, so i hope this is not like the million other times i've tried something ambitious when people are coming over instead of just sticking to something i know, like scrambled eggs.

anyway, stay tuned.

torgo, you know what to do.

1. What does your MySpace headline mean? My roomate has an action figure that says it. I'm like a Borg. You cannot resist me.


2. Elaborate on your default photo. Me at my friend's birthday party last year.


3. What'd you do last night? Watched Grey's Anatomy with some ladies. Watched Project Runway after the ladies left. Ate a chocolate chip pizza.


4. What is your current relationship status? Single, ready to mingle


5. What are you wearing right now? T-shirt, jeans, sweater, socks, studded belt.


6. What is your current problem? Having to write a long paper for next week. Not a huge deal.


7. What do you love most? These questions are too vague. I need more structure. This answer could be Jesus, cheesecake, or the Princess Bride, depending...


8. Who makes you most happy? Plenty of people make me really happy.


9. Are you musically talented? Um, I used to play the clarinet. And the piano. I can read music if you give me like a minute a note.


10. If you could go back in time, and change one thing, what would you change? I would still play the clarinet. Probably other important stuff, but nothing I can think of or want to share now.


11. If you MUST be an animal for ONE day-what would you be? Horse. I'd just, you know, run around.


12. Ever have a near death experience? No


13. Can you dance? Can _I_ dance? Can a fish swim? Can a bird fly?


14. What's the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now? Theme from the Princess Bride, which I just watched: "come my love, I'll tell you a tale..."


15. Who did you copy and paste this from? Jessy!


16. Name someone with the same b-day as you: No idea.


17. Have you ever egged someone's house? No, but once I helped clean eggs off of someone's car. Don't egg, kids.


18. Have you ever been in a fist fight? No, I am very peaceful


19. Have you ever sung in front of a big audience? By myself, no.


20. What's the first thing you notice about the OPPOSITE sex? If they make faces at babies. If there are no babies around, well, I don't know what to do.


21. What do you usually order from Starbucks? If I go to Starbucks (which I don't usually), I get a White Chocolate Mocha.


22. Do you have a crush on one of your myspace friends? No, but I think most of them are pretty cute.


22. Do you have a crush on someone? I just wrote Johnny Depp my third fan letter of the week. Kidding, people.


23. Ever had a drunken night in Mexico? Never been to Mexico. Never been drunk actually. But...usually I stay up until 11 or 12!


24. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity? When I was a preteen at camp, Keifer Sutherland (I know, I don't get it either. If you squint we maybe look like 2nd cousins). Also, Michelle Pfeiffer.


25. Do you still watch kiddy movies or TV shows? Yes


26. Did you have braces? Nope


27. Are you comfortable with your height? I wish I was a little shorter or most men were a little taller. Actually I'm fine with myself. Taller men is what I would be more comfortable with.


28. Has anyone ever done something for you? Ever? In my life? Yes. Ask a vague question, get a vague answer.


29. Do you know any other languages? Un poquito espanol. Also, working on Greek and Hebrew.


30. What's your favorite smell? Onions cooking? I don't know. Not flowers.


31. How tall are you barefoot? Huge. Gigantic. 5'10"


32. Have you ever smoked heroin? No


33. Do you own a gun? No. Peaceful, remember?


34. Who's your best friend? Myspace Tom


35. What do you think of hot dogs? Competitive eating takes all the fun out of them.


36. What's your favorite Christmas song? O Holy Night


37. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Coffee/Tea


38. Do you do push-ups? Weird. No. But when I was little I used to show off my strength by picking up chairs.


39. Have you ever been out of the country? Yes


40. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? I wear the cross my friend got me in Mexico pretty much every day.


41. Do you like painkillers? This is a stupid question. Yes. Yes, I like painkillers. I like them so much I want to marry them.

42. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?
my sparkling wit, breathtaking beauty, and angelic goodness.


43. Do you own a knife? I actually don't think so -- I use my roomates' knives a lot though (kitchen, not like machetes)


44. Do you have A.D.D.? No. And I'm not down with O.P.P., wouldn't like to C.U.P., always talk to the G.O.D. (OK, I'll S.T.O.P.)


45. Middle Name? Marie


46. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? "My head kinda hurts"
"This is taking longer than 15 minutes" "I hope no one comes in and sees me doing a myspace survey"


47. Name the last 3 things you have bought today: stuff for a care package, dinner at the "Golden Angel Pancake House," corn muffin mix for a potluck at church on Sunday


49. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? Coffee, water, tea


50. What time did you wake up today? 8:52 AM -- two hours AFTER what my alarm was set for. Whoops.


51. Current worry? getting all my school work done this weekend


52. Current hate? I don't hate, I articulate, congratulate, enunciate, illuminate, refrigerate!


53. Favorite place to be? With fun peeps.


54. Least favorite place to be? Uh...today & yesterday in stupid Chicago never-moving side street traffic

cooking from scratch, y'all

so last semester i signed up to get a share in this locally-grown, organic vegetable box and let me just say this:

it is stretching me. i have to find uses for squash, copious amounts of tomatos, leek, kale, all kinds of crazy stuff i would not normally buy.

remember how i was freaking out about the crockpot? yesterday, i made spaghetti sauce from scratch. SCRATCH, people. this is serious.

it turned out well. i simmered away a lot of the sauce because i had the heat up too high, but i made it, and it was good, and cheaper than regular sauce (i think -- in the long run -- maybe not -- the math is too much for my head). and it used wine! crazy.

my roomates made fun of me for my fanatical measuring, and the fact that i was shaking the salt into the teaspoon, as opposed to directly into the sauce. "it says 1 tsp!" i protested, but they just shook their heads at me.

also, i made potato leek soup, which was yummy. this time i'm going to try it with half and half instead of heavy whipping cream so i don't gain a bajillion pounds just by looking at it.

also, i have three little squashes that a friend recommended i make squash ravioli with. i'm a little hesitant but i may try it this weekend. stay tuned.

procrastination. it's what i do.

today i had a meeting with my thesis advisor about my thesis. i had read some before, and although i had thought and thought and thought, i would open my computer, stare at the little blinking cursor on the blank, blank screen, shrug, and start surfing the net. i met with him at 8:30 this morning. i typed the last line of my full proposal (basic idea, because i know you want to know: a theology of motherhood that is informed by and beneficial to mothers in the inner city) at 8:11.

my stuff gets done. it always gets done. i have never turned in an assignment late (without permission at least, but even then it's rare). i just am INCAPABLE of starting anything early. i thought before that i WAS capable, i just didn't want to, but now i actually think i am quite literally incapable. literally in the authentic sense, not in the "she was literally 3 times my height!" sense.

this may not bode well for a 100 page paper, or, as my advisor put it, "a small book"

the thing about blogging once you've abandoned your blog for a while is there's all this angst attached to it. like, do i apologize profusely? do i pretend like nothing happened? do i lie and say i tried to blog but my computer's been funny and i couldn't get through and didn't you get my voicemail? huh. weird. i swear i called...

so....
i'm in chicago. this has been birthday week. i threw a birthday party for myself on Friday and danced until my sweat make my mascara run. and then danced some more. for those of you who are scratching your head, yes my birthday is in July, but i was one of those kids who always wanted to bring in cupcakes to school or have my friends wrap up my locker in birthday paper, but it never happened. so i threw my own birthday-at-school party.

plus friday was my sisters birthday, monday was friend #1's birthday, today is roomate's birthday -- it never ends!

this is a sucky return to blogging post. but i'm angst ridden. i don't know what else to do. i'm just listening to the cries of the masses. look what you've brought me to.

in the meantime, everyone, see little miss sunshine. tune in to the premiere of grey's anatomy. read some lucille clifton (she's my favorite). cross your fingers and hope that by 8:30 tomorrow morning i have some concrete question for my thesis.

annabelle? thinking?

i keep all of my earrings, large and small (for those of you at NPTS, yes, i do have small earrings) in a shallow dish on my dresser.

in keeping with the "knocking crap off" thing, annabelle walked across my dresser, put her foot in the dish, and knocked all of my earrings into my open dresser drawer, where i then had to fish them out from amongst all my pants, shorts, and capris.

i said "annabelle! you knocked all my earrings off."

she looked up at me, with a certain sort of cat look. i can think of all sorts of things she might be thinking, but i want to turn it over to you, my faithful (one or two) blog readers. what was she thinking? what would she say?

annabelle wrecks the house

one day i was letting this girl drive my car. 21, practicing for her driver's exam. she worked with me at emack & bolio's. she was trying to do a three point turn (in my car) while smoking (in my car), hit the curb (in my car) and came dangerously close to a stone wall (in my car). "they will fail you for that." i said.

"really?" she said, all wide eyed, actually surprised that she would be failed for hitting the very object you are avoiding in a three point turn.

"yes. really." i said.

i decided to take her far from busy streets and obnoxious leaping stone walls that come out of no where, so we were driving some back roads of hyde park, and we came upon little kids and a box of kittens. (p.s. i am realizing the irony of all this -- that i take this girl far from anywhere she can hit a curb or a stone wall but in close vicinity to kittens and little kids -- don't worry, i get it.)

she somehow convinced me to call my sister and convince my sister to get this little orange white and gray kitten, which is annabelle. who is now in my house because my sister is at a wedding in the poconos.

annabelle is very cute. but she knocks crap over. she sticks her face in my food. she's not mellow. when she knocks crap over she looks down at it like "well, that's less crap i have to deal with when i walk across this mantle." she gets pissed when we replace the crap. she has a vendetta against my dad, and if i'm sitting on the couch, and he stops in the door way, she'll go from nuzzling my foot to leaping across the room, racing up the chair, and swiping at him.

my sister was trying to kick her of the habit of jumping up on the counter when she was little, and the vet said spray her, and when my sister sprayed her, annabelle was so startled she fell off the counter and sprained her leg...which i think makes me sister reluctant to try any new training techniques, which means when annabelle is scratching our antique (ok, old) sofa and we clap our hands and shout "hey. HEY!" she just pauses, stares, and continues. kind of like a little kid who's coloring on the wall, and you say "don't color on the wall!" and they pause and look at you as if trying to gauge what's really going to happen if they keep coloring. annabelle is not scared or intimidated by us at all anymore. we need supernanny or something, except for cats.

just for funsies

Fill this out about your SENIOR year of high school! The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be.

1. Who was your best friend?
lisa, liz h, liz w, erica, thao were the main peeps

2. What sports did you play?
i think i had given up on all that by then

3. What kind of car did you drive?
sometimes erica would let me drive her dads car, without my license, but i drove like 2 miles an hour and once i ran over the grass in the emmanuel college parking lot (oops that was in sean's car), and i took a 17 point turn on cummins hwy to pick up andre holding up traffic for approximately 45 minutes.

4. It's Friday night, where were you at?
if erica had anything to do with it, nantasket beach.

5. Were you a party animal?
heh. no.

6. Were you a considered a flirt?
double heh. NO.

7. Ever skip school?
in fact, erica used to drop me off at school so i could go when the rest of them skipped.

8. Ever smoke?
no

9. Were you a nerd?
the definition of!

10. Did you get suspended/expelled?
what do you think?

11. Can you sing the Alma Mater?
da da da dah...um...FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT...uh.. dear old latin evermore!

12. Who was your favorite teacher?
mr. tarpey

13. Favorite class?
humanities

14. What was your school's full name?
Boston Latin School

15. School mascot?
a wolf

16. If you could go back and do it over, would you?
yeah

17. What do you remember most about graduation?
somebody's chair broke, i threw my hat up half an inch so i wouldn't lose it, my hair was way frizzy, thao had a supercute dress

18. Were you 18?
was i? i think

19. Favorite memory of your Senior Year?
oh, i don't know. that's too hard.

18. Were you ever posted up on the senior wall?
what's a senior wall?

19. Did you have a job your senior year?
whittemore's! cutting boxes, hauling supplies, all in a dress and nylons

20. Who did you date?
no one. but i got asked out for the first time!

21. Where did you go most often for lunch?
where we were allowed -- the school cafeteria

22. What did you do after graduation?
party hopped

23. When did you graduate?
june, 1996.

once there was this girl who used to blog

ok, see, the problem is twofold maybe

i have a lot of stories from the hospital that i'm not supposed to talk about.
i have a lot of stories that are semi-depressing/annoying that i don't WANT to talk about.

so here i am. looking at my blog grumbling.

a good thing: i had a birthday. i am now 28. i had a mad phat birthday bbq with just about 100 guests -- you really can count on church people!

another good thing. my awesome friend brad every once in a while comes across these great red sox tickets -- and the first time we used them this summer was at the rain delay suckface game that started with me in my dad's overcoat and ended with me cleaning out torgo's fridge. but THIS time, the day was clear, the red sox not only won, but were still in first place, and i got free popcorn (because i went to get brad's drink). anyhoo, i took a bunch of pics.

the one below is my closest player pic. hot to Trot right fielder. i also got a picture of Manny Delcarmen, newbie pitcher who grew up right down the street from me, and of Papelbon (the two of them running out from the bull pen, but i don't know which is which, so i decided against posting them. but unless one of them ran out and assumed the ready position in the field, i'm almost positive this is Nixon.


















i also had to throw in a pic of my boyfriend (Big Papi, David Ortiz, or Teezy, as i like to call him when we're going for one of our moonlit walks). this is an impossibly silly picture, as it's more of the fans and the light as it is of Teezy, but it's the best i could do. the ump is right in the way of our viewing homeplate, and although brad's mom (who gets the tickets and passes them along to her offspring) called to see if they could move him, whoever makes those ump-goes-there decisions was not swayed.

















this pic is of the crowd who went, high school peeps i've known forever and for some reason still like me (or hang out with me at least). this is seconds before "Wally," the Red Sox mascot comes trotting by.

from a long silence

she emerges.

it's the second day of july, which means there are a mere 25 days until my birthday. i hope you have been saving money for a care package. if you haven't, rest easy, there is still time.

my goals are not going THAT great -- CPE is proving more exhausting than previously thought. more exhausting is that i can't say anything about it -- rules and confidentiality and such -- but i'm bursting with stories.

this much i can tell you -- i spend my mornings singing to babies (who can't escape!) and talking with children being "assessed." the afternoons i stand awkwardly in doorways, visit in silence or incessant chatter or easy conversation. i try to listen with a "third ear" and hear with the heart of the spirit -- sometimes it works and i feel lifted and sometimes i exit as awkwardly as i entered, feeling disconnected and unaccomplished. the rest of my time we dissect these feelings of disconnect or accomplishment, we investigate in an atmosphere of religious openness where God is in all of it.

two things i like especially: i like having boundaries for ministry. i like realizing that CPE is just as much about learning about me as it is about ministering to patients. i like knowing that i have to, as one chaplain said, "hold the patients loosely," it keeps me aware of my own limitations.

i like the ecumenical and interfaith environment. there are 3 catholics, 4 protestants (Methodist, UCC, Episcopalian, and me), and 3 nonChristians (Jewish, UU, and undeclared, so to speak). growing up, i encountered few people who didn't fall into three categories for me: those who believed similarly to me, or those who didn't really believe, or those whose thoughts i never knew because they didn't talk about it. i appreciate talking to others who are passionate and invested, all of us hanging on to pieces of the thing that is Truth.

but, i have taken no pictures.
i stopped with the verses at my last on call (but will start again tonight)
exercise is still limited to walks to and from the T, walks up and down the hill to the children's hospital, opting for stairs at the hospital instead of elevator (it's something, but i can't really count it, because i'm not really CHOOSING it)
i finally finished Blindness by Jose Saramago, which i loved and would highly recommend. i may not have finished it in a week, but i read it pretty steadily, which is something.
i am still studiously ignoring thinking about my thesis.

i'll be back sooner next time.

goal update

goals accomplished this week:

two and a half books read (Street Girls, House on Mango St., halfway through White Woman's Christ, Black Woman's Jesus)

verse a day in both hebrew and greek (rock on with my bad self!)

no pictures taken, no exercise besides the walk to and from work.

however, in my defense, it's been raining all week. and i got blisters from all of my new shoes. this is why i'm not a professional, people. by friday, i was applying FIVE bandaids in the mornings, and i'm not even wearing high heels. (speaking of the stupid rain, yesterday my friend had front row sox tickets on the first base line, like FRONT ROW, and entrance to the Crown Royal Room -- meaning you get your fenway frank served to you, with fries, and we waited five hours for the rain to lighten up and the game to start, but i had to leave early anyway to say goodbye to torgo and clean out his fridge, and by then i was really kind of like "who even cares!" and then the sox lost abysmally, and even MORE abysmally today, and i think it's all because of my presence -- i'm a sport jinx, if i want teams to win they lose. i can't even pretend i like the opposite team because its like the sport jinx fairy KNOWS MY THOUGHTS! whoa a long parentheses)

the job is good -- gives me discipline, but i totally fall to crap on the weekends. i watched the entire second season of entourage over the past two days.

I am looking for a dare to be great situation.

i have goals for my summer.
i'm putting them out there so people can be like, "so christina, your goals? get on that." you know, so i don't get lazy.

goal 1 is thesis crap. get it together, basically.
goal 2 is reading. i have about 5 books on my dresser to be read already. goal is one a week.
goal 3 is exercise. i'm trying to be realistic, so i'm taking into account that i'll be walking at least 2 miles every day for work, but i'd like to do one fun recreation activity a week. i'm trying to get friends together for a weekly/semiweekly grilling night, so recreation could be combined. now that North Park has introduced me to the wonderful world of bocce, i may have to introduce bocce to the wonderful world of Hyde Park. yeah, i know bocce's not that rigorous, but it's movement.
goal 4 is hebrew/greek. one verse a day in each.
goal 5 is the fun one: on my last day at sarah's circle lynn gave me a list of things she wants pictures of in boston (and surrounding areas). here is what it is:

Newport: any 3 mansions of the Preservation Society

Boston proper: Paul Revere's House
Old South Meeting House
Old State House
Old North Church
Trolley

Lexington/Concord: Buckman Tavern
Hancock Clarke House
Monroe Tavern
Concord Museum (lantern picture)
The Old Manse

Misc: Martha's Vineyard -- she may have to settle for the Cape on this one.
Lighthouse
Ferry
House of the Seven Gables

there it is people. all this and project runway starts up again july 12.
oh yeah, and countdown to my birthday? t-minus 1 month, 25 days.

P.S. points if you guess where the headline quote is from.

the prodigal bostonian

here i am back in da bean. chillin' like a villian.

i'm in the calm before the storm here. one week of rest before CPE blows in full force.

1. went to the dentist -- apparently i brush too vigorously, but am in pretty good shape otherwise.

2. ensured i did not have TB (i'm sparing you a picture of someone giving a TB test, or what TB looks like, or what a postive TB test does to your arm. what i will tell you is that when a TB test is negative your arm just looks like your arm.)

3. went to torgo's yard sale (exceedingly successful despite the rain and the Little Dude Who Would Not Sleep) and scored 17 books, most on race and/or feminism which will be useful for my thesis unless i change my mind completely and decide to write on the theology of plumbing or something.

4. resigned myself to having to dress relatively boring-ly for the summer. no studded belts, no hoops. my dressy clothes are mostly black and grey which is not only boring but kind of depressing.

5. found a pair of sensible, comfortable, versatile (is that how you spell that?) black shoes and almost choked while paying $60 for them. i won't bother with a picture because they're too boring.

6. went to a discount outlet and instead bought FOUR pair of shoes for $70 (planning of course to return the pair from 5.) which include: one pair of sensible, comfortable, versatile black shoes, one pair of comfortable, but probably not as sensible brown shoes, one pair of hiking boots (yes, really. for when i hike. shut up! they were 10 dollars!), and one pair of comfortable but not in the least sensible or versatile sketchers boots that look like they're baskets sort of. um, but i love them, and they were only 10 dollars too! here they are:

7. read breath eyes memory, a story of the relationships of 4 Haitian and Haitian-American women, which i borrowed from a friend in JANUARY.

8. celebrated my brother's 40th birthday with cake and ice cream at his house, brought him a North Park T-shirt, played chess with nephew Seth (7), chuckled at nephew George (3) who repeats everything, was tempted by sister-in-law's new hobby of scrapbooking and selling scrapbooking materials (a tool to round the corners of a picture? a blade and tool to cut perfect ovals? i'm in!) .

10. basically just bummed around; i kind of turn into a materialistic, lazy glutton when i'm home with nothing to do, so i'm happy work is starting.


on a side note, while looking up pictures for this blog, especially the teeth one and the TB arm one, i came up with some pretty gross stuff (just by googling "arm" for heaven's sake). by googling "teeth" i found this story of a GI who was shot, point blank in the face, and the bullet was STOPPED by his TOOTH, which, needless to say, fell out. i'll spare you that picture too.