The Water Feature

On a visit to the Middle West this spring, I had the pleasure of hanging out with a cousin I had not seen in years. We talked about being home owners and all that that brings to your life (bills, back-breaking work, fun ideas).
I told her about the "LOVELY" drain system that the previous home-owner had rigged up, and although it was efficient, it truly lacked any creativity. My cousin (being a self-proclaimed HGTV fanatic) said I ought to put a fish on the end of the pipe, so that it would drain from it's mouth. I could see that, but where to find the fish?
When I got back home I did find the perfect fish at my local RENY'S store . It was a copper watering can in the shape of a fish (and oh- so reasonably priced!). I brought it home and half an hour later, the WATER FEATURE was up and running!
I hope the pictures do it justice.
Thanks Kathleen!

It is done...

Finally, and with MUCH ado, my son doth graduate!
Someone asked if he was ready to go to High School; his reply," I'm ready to have a summer!"
He is very insightful!
Now, if I could just get him out of bed in the a.m. I'm sure he'd have a great summer.
Here's to you, A !

Tooth : Hurty!

OUUCH!

I am in pain...as you can see from the size of those roots!
The dentist told me to bring this home to frighten the kids into brushing.
I think that being a Dentist requires a sadistic gene, of sorts. At the very least a mild pleasure at the discomfort of others.
I sat in the chair yesterday shaking violently from start to finish, and when the hygenist told me to take the cup and rinse I spilled it all over the place. Shake -Shake -Shake.
I'm surprised the Dentist was able to get those pliers on the correct tooth!
Yes, I said pliers.
I saw them coming, and I tried to remember what my daughter said,
"Just don't think about it". And instead I thought about my daughter's day, which included a school field trip and going to her best friend's house after school.
"You're going to feel some pressure" , the Dentist said.
YANK! CRACK! The first root was out.
"How we doin'?"
"IINE" , I lied. SHAKE-SHAKE.
"You're going to hear a crack. I just have to lean on it a bit more".
(WHY must I get a play by play? Just do it already!)
CRACK!!!!! He was right.
"One more and we're done. Still doin' fine?"
"AHUH"( I'm delerious at this point, are you talking to me?)
"Ok....A-N-D- (Yoink, pull, twist, pull some more!) Take a breath (Y-O-I-N-K)!"
No room for a breath, what with the water sprayer, suction hose, cotton batting, 2 pairs of (gloved) hands, and...don't forget the pliers!
And with a last twist and another yoink, I was now the owner of one gaping hole in my gum!
(Did I mention this was a cautionary tale?)
So, there. All of the worry is over, and I can avoid the dentist for another 5 years!

HELP!

I am having oral surgery today.
It will be in office, without good drugs. Novacaine only, and I am driving myself.
To say that I'm scared only touches the surface. I would rather give birth than go to the dentist. I have had too many bad experiences.
My daughter told me to "just not think about it",

words of wisdom from a child who loves her dentist (whose name is ironically Dr. Slaughter!) (THE DENTIST! Not the child!)

When I was a kid, my sister swore that the doddering old fool who pretended to be our dentist once looked in her ear and said, "OOH,
that doesn't look good!". I remember that he smelled, and gave novacaine as an after thought. All the fillings he put in have long since been either root canalled, pulled, or root cannalled unsuccessfully and then pulled.
I'm scared!
So, if you're reading this before 2:30 (tooth:hurty!) CST.(appointment is @ 1:30 EST.), please hold a good thought in your head for me, as I will be in pain and tears and the pulling of teeth!