tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13779951.post293690433533360460..comments2024-01-01T18:48:00.179-07:00Comments on DADA'S DALLY: In those quiet moments of revelation (save for those ongoing sucking sounds):Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17257598218959429347noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13779951.post-48241775787840524022008-06-13T14:31:00.000-06:002008-06-13T14:31:00.000-06:00OMG! I never imagined. Well if there's posters abo...OMG! I never imagined. Well if there's posters above the hygienist's chair, why not above the OB-GYN's table?! <BR/><BR/>But I can't imagine what they might be. Maybe you should take a camera your next appt., take some pictures, and blog it!Dadahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17257598218959429347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13779951.post-42160344846711356072008-06-13T02:39:00.000-06:002008-06-13T02:39:00.000-06:00Now Dada, you know Forest Gump is the big smiley f...Now Dada, you know Forest Gump is the big smiley face. Maybe Forest Gump is God? And life really is a box of chocolates (too many of which will lead to more dental time contemplating fractals)?<BR/><BR/>ps, you should see the ceiling posters in a gynecologist's exam room (yes, ceiling).D.K. Raedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01451065603615752038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13779951.post-57229463766253271692008-06-12T08:13:00.000-06:002008-06-12T08:13:00.000-06:00Groovy, man, groovy!Groovy, man, groovy!Billie Greenwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08214111146566550821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13779951.post-71173472800091365942008-06-11T22:12:00.000-06:002008-06-11T22:12:00.000-06:00Thanks, eprof. I've gotten to where I look forward...Thanks, eprof. I've gotten to where I look forward to my visits to the dentist's. <BR/><BR/>My hygienist and I see eye to eye on just about everything whereas my dentist (whom I have the greatest confidence in his competency) is a conservative, but we enjoy needling each other. <BR/><BR/>Fortunately, it's not often I have to schedule an appt. with him as he likes to say something provocative or a bit outrageous when he knows I can't respond, i.e., I have a mouth full of dentistry at the moment. <BR/><BR/>So, yesterday as he was checking the ivories and we were discussing the market, gas prices, his big SUV he uses to drive up to the mountains with, I remarked, "Oh, up to that beautiful second home in Ruidoso I'm helping you build?" We enjoy needling each other altho his are a bit more painful than mine.<BR/><BR/>Interesting you should have your appt. today! What the hell is this??!! I just remembered I went to a graduation party for a neighbor's son this afternoon. Her occupation? -- dental hygienist!<BR/><BR/>Oh yeh, it's just a big fractal, I forget.Dadahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17257598218959429347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13779951.post-18315696646698180102008-06-11T21:52:00.000-06:002008-06-11T21:52:00.000-06:00Nice post on ceiling posters. Funny, but I had my ...Nice post on ceiling posters. Funny, but I had my dental hygiene appointment today. Usual scraping, et cetera, but no ceiling poster to stare at and wonder if there is a God or some kind of repeating pattern to our existence. Too bad, I wasted a whole hour only concentrating on when my hygienist would be finished and my agony would be over for six more months.eProf2https://www.blogger.com/profile/03977043251946962968noreply@blogger.com