My dentist the smooth talker...

My dentist is a kind man. I don't like going to the dentist (who does??) , but it's always better when your dentist is nice.

He speaks to me like a parent would speak to a frightened child.
It's very soothing.

And I know that he's doing it but I just go with the flow because, well, being at the dentist is just not nice.

So I tolerate his patience, his gentle whispers and his need to ask me if I'm alright every few minutes.
It's good.
He's thorough.

I've always been nervous before dentist visits. I try not to think about it because I'd rather endure a dentist visit than sit with a mouth full of decay... so what must be done, gets done but as I sit there in the waiting room, waiting for the nurse to call out my name, I can feel my nervousness increase.

I've done all I can. I've brushed my teeth at least twice, probably three times that morning. I've flossed and made my breath as fresh as can be before the visit.


So I'm completely prepared but sitting there in the waiting room, feeling like I'm waiting for my name to be called for an execution, suddenly I can't swallow anymore.

I take a big swallow and it's not enough. I have to swallow again and by god, what if I have to swallow when I have my mouth open for the dentist?
How's that going to work out?
Will I choke on my own spit?
Has that ever happened? Has anyone ever drowned in their own saliva?
What if I have to cough?
Has tooth shrapnel ever got caught in someones throat?
I can't have my vocal chords damaged! should I tell the dentist?

So as you may now see, the dentist has every reason to treat me like a frightened child and I, like the good patient I am, take it.

And really I'm hardly stressing at all that I have another four visits or so to go as he has to do a complicated root canal.
Oh wait, I can't swallow again...

I bet he's looking forward to it just about as much as I am!

But he's a great dentist so if you need one recommended to you, let me know!

Clearly Mad AND Bad

This story seems to be the topic of morning shows today

A father, with his six year old and 2 year old sons watching, threw his four year old daughter Darcy off the Westgate Bridge in Melbourne.
It has since come out that the six year old boy pleaded with his father to go back and get Darcy but the father just kept driving.

The fall didn't kill Darcy. She died later in hospital.


So, finally this monster is convicted. While he did not deny he threw his daughter off the bridge, he had pleaded not guilty on the grounds of mental impairment.


That's the statement that makes my blood boil!!!
Of course he's goddam mentally impaired!!!!!!!!!!!!
What sane person would ever deliberately pull over a busy road, take a four year old girl from her car restraints, and chuck her over a bridge????

Sane people don't do that!!!

But guess what, we're all responsible for our actions so mentally impaired or not, this man has to pay for what he did!!! Not only to that little girl who's now denied a life, but to her brothers who watched it happen and her mother who will never hold her little girl again.
What a monster!!!

I don't like the death penalty as no one suffers from it. Instead, I propose a lifetime of torture.
THAT'S what I'd sentence this guy too!!

No doubt he's suffering, having to live with what he did but his suffering is no where near what he should get for doing what he did.

Mentally ill... such a stupid defense. It's about time we start making people accountable for what they do.

For all to remember forever...

I often wonder what I would have been like, if I'd been born ten or so years ago.

Social networking has changed our world.

I look at what these high school kids are writing and just cringe! It's not that it's so unusual, I mean, I said and thought a lot of stupid things when I was that age too, but my thoughts and spoken words weren't recorded for ALL to see!!

And when it comes to airing our thoughts, it's not only the younger people that are at fault. I know quite a few adults that will put things out there that really, should be left to the confines of private conversation.

When we converse with real people in the real world, we have their reactions to bounce back off of. We know when to pull it back by how the people we're talking to react.
At least we should know...
But my point is, we have a gauge.

Online, you're just putting it all out there and some brave person may call you on it, but for everyone who does, there's twenty or more that are snickering about your comments behind your back.

And I'm not against it... after all, it's no secret that I visit my facebook page daily but it does make me wonder how, with a less mature mind, I would have handled it.

I know I said some pretty stupid and thoughtless things as a child/teenager. If the stuff that I happened to etch into to desks, write on fences or spoke about with my friends were made public, I'd be pretty embarrassed about it right about now!

Where are these parents monitoring what their kids are doing? Who's telling them that what they write down now, may come back to bite them when they're a little older?
Where is our restraint? Restraint is becoming extinct!
We're going to say it now and by golly everyone is going to get a piece of our mind!

From my point of view, it's entertaining, but seriously, I'm so glad I'm not 13 right about now!!

You think what???

Just because you have an opinion, it doesn't mean you need to express it.

Some people think raw honesty is not only the best option, but the ONLY option.

While yes, I do agree that honesty is the only option, people's feelings and the way you deliver your opinion need to be considered. What is your motive?

There seem to be people that will think it's OK to give you scathing feedback over the littlest inconsequential thing by adding the disclaimer "I'm just being honest."
It's like they've made a wonderful sacrifice by giving you the gift of their personal opinion.

Wouldn't you love to say "Yeah? And you're a douche-bag.. hey, I'm just being honest!"

So next time you have a burning desire to share you opinion, check yourself.
What are your motivations?
Will you be encouraging or stifling dialogue?
Is there a nicer way to convey your honesty than brute hostility?
And does it even really matter?

We ALL have a voice, we all have an opinion, some people are just smart enough to know when to keep theirs to themselves!

When I hear rhymes, it's sleepy times...

Hubby and I started to watch a movie yesterday about a poet.


While the style of the movie was interesting, the lines of poetry that were continually being spoken were...

well, insanely boring!

Hey, I get it, some people like poetry and that's fantastic for them, but quite frankly, I don't get it!


I would have rather have been in a confined space with a million crying babies than endure one more second of that movie!

You see to me, someone reading poetry is like someone telling you about a crazy dream they had.
I know that crazy dream is significant for YOU!! But really to me, it's just words. You could be saying anything fantastical because we all know dreams are fantastical!! It's really not an odd occurrence at all. I'm just not interested.

The same goes for poetry. I'm sure the events that inspired those beautiful words meant something to the writer and on a better day, I could maybe even appreciate it, but for the most part, I'm just not interested!

Having written all that, I've got to say that comedic poetry doesn't fall under the boring banner, neither does lyrical poetry. And I'm not just saying that because I've dabbled in both of those!

Lyrical because you can identify and like it based on the music. Comedic, because if it's done well, it can be witty, clever and funny.

If your heart is broken and you want to write about it, keep it to your blog!

And thanks for listening...

Of Silent And Absent Letters...

I was watching My Kitchen Rules tonight and the task was for the competing teams to make a sandwich.


They showed the different teams preparing for their task with their own varying interpretations of what it meant.

When they got to the Italian girls, Daniela and Stefania, I had to have a chuckle because Stefania pronounced it "Sangwich"

It's true, Italians do pronounce it like that. How that developed I'll never know!

I do know that I myself said it that way well into adulthood because, well that was just how I thought it was said!

Even knowing that it was spelt "sandwich", I still pronounced the "g".
I just thought it was one of the strange words like "know", "gnome" or "often" where the letters don't always tell you how the word is pronounced...

Now I know better but still have to think twice every time I go to use that word!

And although they're from WA, go Daniela and Stefania!

Tea or Coffee?

Incredible but true...


Me to Miss 16: Oh you're having a tea

Miss 16: Yeah. I'd have coffee but I don't know how to make it

Me: (thinking I must have misunderstood but answering anyhow) You just put one teaspoon of coffee and two of sugar and some milk.

Miss 16: Oh, well now I know.


Oh dear...