Jan 14

The Dentist Visit

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Thanks to everyone for checking on me. I am home and feeling better.

I have to admit it, my hubby was right, his dentist was really nice, and not scary at all. The good news is that the dentist that I visited and his entire practice were really caring, and patient with my dental-phobia. I confessed that it had been 6 (yes 6) years since my last appointment, and thanks to the 3 hours in the chair, and 2 root canals that I received at that last appointment, it left me a little nervous to go back EVER. Anyway the dentist was charting my teeth, and asked me if I was feeling brave enough to get some work done today, and he was so nice, so I got started. No time like the present to get a new filling.

I’m still really numb, but pain free. I go back in 2 weeks for more work, and then probably a few times more in the next few months to hopefully get everything taken care of. I’ll try not to be a big baby about it next time. Hugs and smiles from this numb lady!

Jan 14

Oh No, I Don’t Want To Go

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I’m stressed out, my head is spinning, and my stomach hurts, and just where am I going you ask… To the DENTIST! I will fully confess, I am a terrible patient, and scared to death of the dentist. I’d rather be battling zombies than trapped in the torture dental chair.  I’ve  put off this trip to the dentist for #@* %^ years (trust me it is too long of a time to share), and I really don’t want to go. Today is going to suck!

Jan 13

Accepting Me for Me

Usually I keep a little quiet on my blog, and keep it family friendly (and not too gossipy) but this made me feel the need to raise my  bloggy voice…

10 plastic surgeries in one day! Seriously she is only 23 years old, this is disturbing!

So it brings me to the title of my post. I’m almost 30, and a mom to three kids, and I don’t look like I did when I was even 25, but I have the strength to accept myself (wonky vision, funny nose, and yes even my baby weight) for me.

It makes me sad to see the pressure that is put on women to be perfect and plastic, and I do not want that pressure put on my daughter. I want her to have the strength to be happy with herself no matter what. Acceptance is beautiful!