The Dentist

Went to the dentist today and passed! It was great! I am so happy and relieved! But it got me to thinking, while I had four hands, a mirror, a deadly steel pick, a sucker and a water hose ALL IN MY MOUTH, how odd this dentist thing really is.

Now I am all for going to the dentist, but isn't it a little odd that go to someone's office we hardly, if at all know (in my case), and they just start doing weird things to us while we "ever so calmly" lay back in a plastic covered chair.

As a dentist, does one grow up dreaming about sticking strange metal devises in someone's mouth? Is this a healthy aspiration? -- besides from proper dental care, of course!

Thoughts, cares, concerns? Any other bizarre, yet widely accepted jobs out there?

Thoughts on . . . screen.

Though I see how writing out one's thoughts can be both entertaining and therapeutic. Don't you think it is quite odd that we as a generation have bypassed SECRET diaries and gone straight to publishing our thoughts, our private-in-our-head thoughts, on the WORLD WIDE WEB??



Well, how dare I let my friends pass me up on this latest trend. So I have decided to . . . blog! Now I can at least make snarky comments on other bloggers' pages! YES!

Well, my grand question for the day is: if you could live anywhere where would it be? Now this can be real, ancient, future, or imagined. So, GO . . . (I'm still waiting.)

I would have to say some great lakeside or ocean front piece of property where it is a nice 82 degrees out, a cool breeze coming off the water and my hammock swaying gently on my beautiful wood deck, with Joe inside making me a Margarita, of course!