Category: dentist

Don’t Call Me Sweetheart

Posted in antique collective, antique store, antiques dealer, dentist, doctor, gynecologist, memoir, neurologist, orthotics, podiatrist1 Comment

(re-run) Twenty years ago, I was a dealer in an antique collective with 35 dealers. I was 45; everyone else was 65. My prices were so low that the other dealers shopped my room, bought my stuff, marked it up and put it in their rooms. One Sunday, I was working my required 12-5 shift… Continue reading Don’t Call Me Sweetheart

Daisy Gets a Rap Sheet

Posted in animal adoption, animal shelter, animal training, dentist, fences, insurance, medications, memoir, Prozac, veterinarianLeave a comment

(re-run) Jack Russell Terriers get a bad rap for being hyper, alpha, and prey driven. Sometimes the reputation is earned. The last two weeks have been anything but easy. Two friends and a neighbor died. I hosted a party, lost a crown, had a $1300 dentist bill, took one dog to the vet for chewing… Continue reading Daisy Gets a Rap Sheet

The Scars of our Lives

Posted in accident, aging, broken bones, dentist, dog bite, health, make-up, melanoma, memoir, scars, stitches, sunburn, tetanus shot, tooth, Venezuela2 Comments

(re-run) When you get to be my age, you’re bound to have a few scars. I haven’t had any big surgeries, but I have scars from burns, bumps, and scrapes along the way.  Right now it’s my thumb that is most noticeable. I broke it by pulling down a three-piece sectional garage door an sticking… Continue reading The Scars of our Lives

Same Old Grind

Posted in bruxism, California, children, dad, dentist, dogs, family, high school, humor, husband, memoir, parking lot, physical therapy, relationships, school, sports, worstLeave a comment

(re-run) Advanced bruxism – that’s what it’s called when you clench and grind your teeth in your sleep. I didn’t know I had it until my dentist noticed my worn lower teeth at a check-up. She made me a mouth guard to save them. I know when it all started. It was in the big… Continue reading Same Old Grind

The Ceiling Post

Posted in ceilings, college, dentist, gynecologist, Mark Spitz, memoir, Michael Phelps, Olympian, physical therapy, puppies, swimmingLeave a comment

(re-run) Today, as I lay on the examination table at physical therapy, I looked up at the ceiling while the PT dude manipulated my elbow and stretched it this way and that. When he left and sent a much younger dude over to put ultrasound on my elbow, I tried to chat him up.  The… Continue reading The Ceiling Post

The Scars of our Lives

Posted in accident, aging, broken bones, dentist, dog bite, health, make-up, melanoma, memoir, scars, stitches, sunburn, tetanus shot, tooth, Venezuela1 Comment

(re-run) When you get to be my age, you’re bound to have a few scars. I haven’t had any big surgeries, but I have scars from burns, bumps, and scrapes along the way.  Right now it’s my thumb that is most noticeable. I broke it by pulling down a three-piece sectional garage door an sticking… Continue reading The Scars of our Lives

Me Week and the Universe

Posted in colonoscopy, dentist, dermatologist, eye doctor, hair dresser, melanoma, memoir, random, universeLeave a comment

(re-run) Now that summer is behind me, and keeping up with the music/dancing scene has slowed way down, I decided to get myself tuned up for the holidays.  That involved a colonoscopy, a dental appointment, eye doctor, skin doctor, new glasses and a haircut. The colonoscopy was first, a three-day event because two years ago,… Continue reading Me Week and the Universe

The Ceiling Post

Posted in ceilings, college, dentist, gynecologist, Mark Spitz, memoir, Michael Phelps, Olympian, physical therapy, puppies, swimmingLeave a comment

Today, as I lay on the examination table at physical therapy, I looked up at the ceiling while the PT dude manipulated my elbow and stretched it this way and that. When he left and sent a much younger dude over to put ultrasound on my elbow, I tried to chat him up.  The young… Continue reading The Ceiling Post

How Thrifting Improved my Day

Posted in antique, California, Carmel, dentist, friends, humor, memoir, Monterey Bay, neighbors, Peru, retail, shoesLeave a comment

(re-run) Okay, I admit it. I’m a thrift store junkie. When I go to my fave beach town, I make sure to stop at every thrift store at least once. That makes for six stops, nine if I venture down to Carmel. This trip I stayed in my town. I wandered into Second Chance and… Continue reading How Thrifting Improved my Day

The Scars of our Lives

Posted in accident, aging, broken bones, dentist, dog bite, health, make-up, melanoma, memoir, scars, stitches, sunburn, tetanus shot, tooth, VenezuelaLeave a comment

(re-run) When you get to be my age, you’re bound to have a few scars. I haven’t had any big surgeries, but I have scars from burns, bumps, and scrapes along the way.  Right now it’s my thumb that is most noticeable. I broke it by pulling down a three-piece sectional garage door an sticking… Continue reading The Scars of our Lives