Friday, I wrote my blog about the adventures I had while mowing that day.

As you know, I really do enjoy mowing and not a time goes by when something does not happen while I am out on the mower.  Seeing as I mow a little over two acres, that gives me plenty of time to sit and contemplate and to drive through those nasty spider webs.

I get a kick out of the comments I receive on those blog posts.  Many, many people enjoy mowing, too, and can totally relate to the solitude that I enjoy while out by myself.

However, I received one comment that made me laugh.  I hope this person won’t mind me sharing:  “Do you have any blogs about toothbrushing?….”

Not being one to back away from a challenge, today, I will pick up the gauntlet and try to discuss tooth-brushing.  Kinda.

When I was in 7th grade (we’re talking a long, long time ago), I knocked out my two front teeth.  My dentist (who is not my favorite person) did a tooth transplant.  No pain relief whatsoever.  He drilled open the tooth sockets, literally shoved the teeth back into place and using a fine metal wire, sewed my teeth back into place.  “Ouch” does not come close to describing it.  It was not fun.

Fast forward one year.  8th grade.  Time for braces.  That same favorite dentist decided that he would pull those same two teeth to make room for my braces.  He pulled the teeth and we went directly to the orthodontist who then tightened the braces.  This was another day that was not high on my list of favorite days.

It took close to a year for them to close the .5″ gap in the front of my mouth.  Nothing like being 15 years old and having a huge gap in the front of your face. #awful

During all of this nonsense, dental hygiene was required.  I learned quickly the most pain free and effective ways of brushing.  After 5 years of braces on my teeth, I was quite proud of the fact that I was cavity free!  Woo-Hoo!

There, that’s my tooth-brushing story.

Now, on to more exciting things!

4 more days until Ragnar!  I think (I think?) I told you that I will be running the Ragnar-TN relay the end of this week!  I am actually pretty excited about this!

The lady who cuts my hair, she is a runner, too.  My last haircut, she was telling me how she was going to run this event.  We discussed the event and how it differs from the races I usually run.  She was trying to talk me into running one.

I received the invite to run Ragnar the end of last week.  MFH (My Favorite Husband) and I talked it over and decided that, yes, that would work out just fine with our schedules and I told the team that I could run it.

Come to find out, the person I am replacing on the team is…you guessed it, my hairdresser!  She had dropped something on her foot and broken two bones!  She is in a boot!  Oh Nooooo!!!

I feel so awful for her!!!

So, this is what I am contemplating.  She has paidl the registration fees and all…do you think it would be a good thing for me to give her the shirt and medal at my next haircut?  I mean, she paid for them and everything…All I did was run it for her.

Your thoughts are most welcome!