Choosing Wisely

There are several important aspects that must be considered when choosing a dentist.  For me, he or she has to have a certain charismatic trait that keep me entertained while my teeth are being examined.  Sitting in that chair can get exceptionally boring and if I don't have a dentist that can counter that, then I am doomed to an hour of misery and fluoride.  I recently found a dentist in Provo, Utah that I have been pretty pleased with, but I went through some pretty traumatizing experiences before I found the perfect fit.  A couple years ago, when I had my wisdom teeth removed, I found myself in a great deal of pain weeks later...which I soon realized was not normal.  Upon returning to the dentist, I was told that I had a bit of bone that had surfaced in the gap.  That in and of itself sounds terrible and I found myself fearing this man who called himself my dentist.  He pulled out some exceptionally large pliers and told me to open wide.  The next fifteen minutes was pure torture.  No other way to describe it.  He dug and twisted and pinched until he was satisfied with his work.  The back of my mouth was sore for another three weeks.   

New House

My parents just bought a house that they are going to be moving into in the next couple of weeks.  The house is gorgeous and I am excited to see how they decide to decorate it.  My favorite part about the kitchen is the louvered doors.  They separate the kitchen from the dining room and have really pretty wood paneling with antique hinges.  It adds so much to the room.  There are also louvered doors that lead out back to the patio.  I love the dark color.  Apart from looking great, these doors help a lot with the air flow in the room.  They will ensure that the kitchen never gets too hot or too cold, something my mom is really excited about.  The louvered doors really helps in rooms where ventilation is a problem.  I could probably use one in my apartment.  The louvered doors that my parents have are black and they match the couches they just bought.  Overall, I would say that the doors add an elegant feeling to the main floor.  They also block out sound surprisingly well.  My parents think that the doors were a good investment and I can't help but agree with them. 

Every I know I learned from my optometrist...

I have found that one can learn a great deal from their optometrist.  I have had several over the past few years and they have taught me a few things to live by.  I once had an optometrist in Liverpool tell me that finding the right prescription is like building a healthy relationship.  It is important to keep in mind that any new prescription takes some time to get used to.  If it is not perfect at first, you have to keep making adjustments until you are satisfied.  Another optometrist told me you can learn a lot by looking people in their eyes.  As I was awkwardly trying to keep my eyes on the tip of his pen, he was telling me about how what really makes up a person is reflected through their eyes.  While I'm still not entirely sure if I agree with the idea, I can at least appreciate the sentiment.  The optometrist I see now often tells me about how having a solid career has made her a better person.  She advised me to study hard in school in order to ensure that I can always have the consistency in my life that comes with a steady income.  I wonder what these eye doctors are really being taught in optometry school...    

To See or Not to See

Having had glasses since kindergarten, I have a lot of experience with optometrists.  I remember as a kid, going to the eye-doctor in Liverpool where my family lived.  My mom brought my little sister and I in together and as I sat in the over-sized chair with the over-sized eye-measuring tool pressed to my face I was always nervous that the optometrist would force me to use eye drops.  It would always sting.  My younger sister would always feel bad as she watched me struggle to identify the objects being projected onto the wall and would do her best to help out.  She would often times loudly whisper to me.  "It's a duck,"  despite my mom's efforts to tell her that she was not actually doing me a favor.  As I got older, and my vision got progressively worse,  I was forced to wear glasses that made my eyes look ten times larger than their actual size.  Although my optometrist reassured me that, "it made me look smarter,"  I usually hid my glasses in my backpack when I got onto the school bus.  It was not until middle school that experiences with the optometrist finally improved. I got contacts.

Nanny Nightmare

When I lived in Edmonton, I used to nanny for a family with twelve children.  There are a million stories that I could tell you involving every nanny disaster possible.  I would often stay with them overnight for a few days at a time and did not sleep a wink.  For some reason, the kids labeled me as their "favorite nanny,"  meaning that I was probably the only one that did not run out on them.  For several days I would endure bloody noses, peed beds, and shedding dogs.  One day, I came upstairs to find their sixth child coloring on the walls.  She was far too old to be doing so, but instead of making her stand against the wall like her parents did, I decided to be a nice nanny and let her sit outside for time out.  A few minutes later, while nursing the bloody nose of another kid, I heard her shrieking frantically, which is a nanny's worst nightmare.  I rushed outside to find her standing there, naked.  When asked where her clothes were.  She just pointed to their over sized puppy, Bruno.  He had decided that her nightgown was his new chew toy and pulled it right off of her.  Talk about feeling frazzled.