Dreaded Visit

UGH. I have a root canal that was completed in 1989. Apparently it has ran its course because the crown that sits atop it keeps coming off and my dentist recommended removal. The dreaded appointment is tomorrow at 9:15am. I choose to be put to sleep for this procedure but I am not too thrilled about it. Now don't get me wrong, I don't want to be awake and see, hear, smell and taste it but I don't like the idea of being put to sleep. I have only had that done 2 other times in my life, the first being in 1977 and I was in so much pain I don't even remember it. The second time was 9/13/2005 when I had surgery on my neck. I can remember them putting the mask over my mouth and nose. I tried not to breath because I remember being extremely scared at that moment. It has to do with turning over power of myself to someone else.

That is probably not an unusual feeling for a lot of people. I know that I have to do it and I will but that doesn't mean I have to like it. More than likely I won't be there but just over an hour but just the idea of not being in control of myself is not a good feeling. I haven't told anyone yet, well I have now!, but I have been sweating this for a while now. I am really tired of eating soft foods that's for sure. Last night I had a baked potato for dinner. This morning I had a diet cola. If I chew on that side it starts hurting so I choose not to.

I know that I will be fine, I will turn it over just like I do everything in my life. I know that He will watch over me but I am very nervous. How many of you guys have been put to sleep at the dentist's office? It just seems weird.

Fawn Girls Can Jump

Joe bought some thingy to use around our house to keep grass and/or weeds from growing. Before he took it off of the roll he decided to have some fun with Miss Sophie.























Oh yes, she can jump!

Teenagers in Kansas

Recently Stephanie had her best friend Nicki over to spend the night. Nicki loves horses more than life itself. So much that she spends a lot of time sitting on either my or Steph's saddle. This time Steph decided to join in with her. The following occurred.




Apparently it is funny to sit on non moving saddles with your best friend because they were doing some kind of laughing!









All that silliness lead the girls to really get retarded!



Another saying for this would be "a dog chasing it's tail"....in other words, you ain't getting anywhere that way!