Happy One Year Blogiversary To Me!

Yes, this week is my one year anniversary. I can't believe that I've been blogging for a whole year now, but it's true. When I first started out, I wasn't sure what I was doing, but within a week I had pretty much figured out this whole blogging thing.



Forget the fact that most of my *real life* friends don't know what a blog is, nor do they care.



Forget the fact that I now routinely embarrass my family & friends by taking pictures of everything.



Forget the fact that my laundry now remains piled high and my house needs attention.



Forget all that! I'm a blogger now, so I do have a mission. Just don't ask me what that mission is. I still haven't quite figured that one out. Was my mission to spill my guts about my past and make others despise my mother? No. Not really. Honestly, I don't know what my plan was and still don't because this is all a work in progress. I can tell you that I feel like I've had the best therapy available in the last year. Some of us need to purge ourselves of the past in order to move happily into the future without being weighed down by that excess baggage left over from the past. I can tell you that it has certainly been successful for me.



So, in honor of my one year anniversary, I'd like to share with you one of my very first posts, since it's highly unlikely that it was read by more than one or two people. Enjoy!



Snooty Primadona's Musings, Opinions & Critiques on Just About Everything Under The Sun… (Which translates to: I can insult the best & worst of people.)



Okay, I feel that I must say this upfront. I'm about as far from a "snooty primadona" as a woman could possibly get. However, I just love that title and had to make it mine! Quite frankly, the older I get, the more irreverent I get, so this just makes so much sense.


This is a picture of me from a few years ago when Big D, Big C and I all had our salsas entered in the Austin Hot Sauce Festival. I think this was from the 3rd year we all entered and DIDN'T WIN ...AGAIN!


I quite often stick my size 8.5 foot in my mouth even though I seriously don't mean to, but then sometimes I do mean to. Okay, I'm a paradox unto myself, but it doesn't end here by any means. People are so very strange and I like to toss wrenches into the works whenever possible. Whenever someone I know (and don't necessarily like) gets too full of himself or herself, I have this uncontrollable urge to knock them back to reality. (Yes, morons, we are all, alas, humans. It's just that some of us aren't sheep...) I just cannot help myself because it's always so much fun to do so. I like to do things like inquire as to whether it's time for them to take their medication or suggest it might be time for whatever meditation exercises they practice, to begin. I get many indignant stares as well as stares of disbelief, which are always most rewarding. Then I just let out a little giggle and move on to something else. Once again, get over yourselves.


I've always loved that line of Julia Robert's in "Pretty Woman" when she gets in the elevator for the first time & says "OH NO! I HAVE A RUN IN MY PANTYHOSE! OH WAIT! I'M NOT WEARING ANY PANTYHOSE!" That always cracks me up and the look on that woman's face is priceless!



ON ANOTHER NOTE: For the last several months, I've been undergoing a lot of dental agony, with not just one, but 3 dental MD's. Some of you with dental phobias might want to go on to the next post here. One is a regular dentist, one is a periodontist, and the other is an oral surgeon. I started out with an abscess tooth (yup, OUCH!) so, my regular dentist referred me to both the periodontist & the oral surgeon. The former for a spine tingling & excruciating "deep cleaning" and the latter for a 3-part root canal. Can we talk fun here??? Painkillers NOR Xanax worked on me for any of these procedures, but I've defied the odds & lived to tell the tale. For all of the above procedures I really wish that I'd had my Ipod because the sounds made by the doctors' tools were actually worse than the procedures. Forget fingernails on a chalkboard…. that would have been like music compared to this. Soooooo….. $2,000.00 later, I'm told to come back in 6 months to see if the procedures worked. TO SEE IF THE PROCEDURES WORKED?????? ARE THEY KIDDING???? SO THEY GET PAID THAT MUCH MONEY FOR A "MAYBE" YOU'RE TOOTH WILL LAST?? We're talking one tooth here, people. Is there no justice left in toothdom?



Alright, I've taken my Xanax and have calmed down now (just kidding - I don't take anything).... HAPPY? Well, I am happy and that's all that counts in my book, so get over it.



Life is mysterious.... don't take it too serious... and avoid being a moron at all costs. And my biggest piece of advice for the day is: Take. Care. Of. Your. Teeth.