One Year Old

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Today marks one year of blogging. This anniversary really did sneak up on me. I mean, if I *had* remembered it, I might have planned something grand – like a giveaway with the winner winning a trip to Las Vegas to meet me or something. Good thing I forgot, cuz I can’t afford it.

Honestly, though, I can’t believe Z and I have been here in Nevada for almost a whole year already. And, despite the long distance move, not much else has changed. And time really does fly.

To celebrate my one year on this domain, I thought I’d tell you 5 fun facts about myself (which will, in no way, actually reveal my true identity *pats self on back* nor my husband’s occupation {seriously, someone googled that last week ??? }).

Please, contain your excitement:

① I can’t really ice skate or rollerblade. My ankles are rather weak or something, and when I stand on a single blade, they turn in and I look like a total ass. Weird.

② I’m not really good with balance either. I wonder if those two facts are related.

③ My hair will NOT grow beyond shoulder-length. EVER. And believe you me, I have tried. It just stops growing when it reaches that point. But, oddly enough, I can cut it really, really short, and it will grow uber-fast down to my shoulders. But that’s it. I have tried all different sorts of remedies to get it to grow longer. But nothing works.

④ I once stopped drinking soda pop for 5 years-ish. One lent (in high school), I gave it up and then I never started again … for a long time. Until, 5 years later-ish (I used to remember the exact number of years + days, but no more), I just ordered it at a restaurant as if it were the most casual thing in the world and my friends were shocked and they made a big deal out of it. But it wasn’t that big of a deal, in my opinion.

⑤ I think I am getting adult ADD as I get older. My attention span has really diminished over the last couple of years. In fact, there has been …

… hey, I think I broke my baby toe last night. It’s throbbing as I type. And, to top it off, it was just me in the house with the Roomies when it happened – which means I wanted to sob and curse and sob at the top of my lungs, but I had to suck it up like a big girl and pretend like it never happened. Hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. EVER! Have you ever broken any of your toes before? I have. Twice. Sorry, make that thrice …

… omigawd, so last night, just as I climbed into bed, a low-flying aircraft flew right over our house. And, usually it’s no big deal cuz we seem to live under the flight path for McCarran. But this time, it was REALLY loud. And it was accompanied by bright BRIGHT lights that lit up our entire bedroom like it was 12 noon – with the shades drawn. So naturally I hide under the bed peek out the window to see what in blazes is going on, and there’s a police chopper flying directly above, looking for someone or something. On its 10th pass over our house (those lights seriously are bright – you could see the skeletons of dead people buried 3 feet under by the mob 30 years ago ← a slight exaggeration), I started to realize that they were looking for someone right in my neighborhood – which, for the record, is in the safe part of town. About 20 minutes later, which is equivalent to 2,000 flyovers, a police cruiser showed up in front of our house, parked in our driveway, and invaded my next door neighbor’s house. That was the point I shat my pants. Scary stuff, you know. I mean, what if a serial killer lives there? Eventually, the chopper left and the commotion died down, with no explanation to the rest of the neighborhood, who were all standing in our jammies in the middle of the street, waiting for the latest gossip. *flips the bird*

So … that’s all I got. Happy blog day to me!