Tonight I am writing my 500th “Life is RANTastic” post. This, my friends, is nothing short of a miracle because (as you may have guessed from any of the 499 previous posts I’ve written), I can be somewhat fickle with my interests. This is the reason I could never ever get a tattoo.
One day I am a belly dancer named Jesenia and the next a poker champion winning small fortunes by bluffing poker fish named OneBall. At one time I thought I wanted to be an A-List blogger who hobnobbed with the likes of Paris Hilton and then Technorati taught me an awful lesson and I learned to be content with my D list ranking. It’s quality, not quantity, people.
Since I started this blog, I’ve become an aquarium expert who made the mistake of putting a fun fair goldfish into her established tank and killed a whole lotta fish and now runs empty fish tanks as conversation pieces. I’ve lost a dog. I’ve gained a cat. I’ve cheered my kids on their successes and wept along with their failures. I’ve written and scrapped two different books and I’ve discovered I could be an excellent woodworker if only I had more patience.
Through tragedies and triumphs, panic, pain and pride and from snarky to sciatica, I have spilled my soul to anyone who was willing to come here and read about it and in doing so, have made the friendships of a lot of bloggy buddies that I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. You all know who you are. I hope you do anyway. You should because I’m sure I told ya!!!!
Anyway, I have to get going because in the morning I am having surgery on my back and I can’t eat or drink anything after midnight. If I stay up, I know I will
Thank you all for sharing not only my 500 posts with me, but my life as well. I may be The Rock Chick, but my readers are the ones who really rock.
Love you all!









