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I’m just sitting here at home, enjoying a lamb and goat burger from the East Side Show Room, with a glass of champagne and my new records playing on the turntable. I texted practically everyone I know in Austin and no one was available to go out for a celebratory drink and pizza. It’s ok though, I’m actually enjoying this moment of peaceful solitude. What am I celebrating? Ah, who needs a reason to pop a cork?

No actually, I’m just celebrating joy. I’ve found my happy place. I’m in balance and I didn’t even have to travel for a year in Italy, India and Bali to find it. I’ve been here before and I know it never lasts forever, so I am going to make sure to relish every second of it. Things are just going my way right now. Stuff is aligning. When I cook I don’t burn things. My DVR worked appropriately while I was out of town. I went to the dentist today and I had no cavities. My plants are alive. Business is good (i.e. I paid myself this month). Family and friends are good.

I’m finding myself remembering to smile at little things. I really enjoyed the dentist today. I know, who in their right mind honestly enjoys going to the dentist? Well… I do. It goes like this… My mother was a dental hygienist and she cleaned my teeth until I was 18 years old. She was very thorough because she didn’t really care if I cried bloody murder (Michelle and I were her worst patients). She didn’t allow us to eat sugar cereal or candy and helped my sister with a science experiment where she rotted real teeth in cups of Pepsi. She spoke to my first grade class about how to brush your teeth and demonstrated Dr. Oz clown prop style with a pair of giant teeth and a big red toothbrush. Then she passed around those chewable pink tablets that show where you missed plaque when you brushed. That’s how Todd got the nickname poopy mouth (it stuck with him through highschool). Therefore, I am obsessed with teeth and the health of said teeth.

For 12 years after my mom retired I went to other dentists. I never found a single one to my liking. The hygienists were never thorough enough and the dentists tried to make me undergo unnecessary procedures. Until now. I have found the greatest hygienist ever (besides my mom of course). She is the exact replication of my Mom the Hygienist. She is super thorough. And so friendly. And I tell her everything.

Plus, and here’s the kicker, I told her I went to see “Eat. Pray. Love.” last night. She asked how it was. I hesitated in fear of being ostracised by all the “Eat. Pray. Love.” lovers, then gave her my honest opinion… It was meh. Her response? “Yeah. Those people need to get over themselves. I think it’s ridiculous these people who think they need to go travel the world for a year to ‘find themselves’. It’s not all about you. Get over it.” I love her. Take that Oprah.

She also told me she had a hot dream about the young Brad Pitt last night and another one where Mel Gibson was cutting her hair while sitting behind her in a roller coaster. How could you not love going to this dentist?

So that started off my day on the right foot. I stepped out with shiny teeth and things continued to progress without a hitch. Don’t worry. Cranky, venting, bitchy Jen will be back in no time. For now, I’m just going to flip some vinyl and enjoy this “episode.” 😉


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