I love my netflix! Chrome…thanks for the push!!

Yesterday after I completed every single thing on my list of things to do, after I got home and spent quality time with the fam and tried on every piece of clothing in my closet for the trip, after everyone was tucked into their beds, I crawled into mine. Snuggled up with Kikimama and Little Black Sambo and we watched the second disc of season one of Freaks and Geeks.

I want more Seth Rogan. But the kid that they cast for the tall skinny geek boy, he’s got the big googlie glasses…I swear he made me laugh so hard I almost had to change the sheets! I highly recommend.

The Wonderboy has been up since the crack of ass. We’ve played leggos, spiderman leggos and served mom and sis breakfast in bed complete with a japanese tea ritual, bows and all. I have learned that Doc Oc was a fat guy who turned into a big octopus thingy. who knew. possibly all of you, but it was news to me.

During our breakfast in bed he comes in wiht his hands behind his back and says, “Find something to hit me with real soft…” Heh heh heh. Bonusmom finds a pair of gloves out of the drawer and whops him with it and ppppppfffffffffffftttttttt. out from his butt area…Starburst candy!!!

he’s a pinata.

Sis said he talked the entire 4 hours of the drive here, including making up fake words to the theme song of scooby dooby doo.

we are pretty sure he’s my child.

Now we’re looking for his indians and cowboys. Gotta go. major emergency here!

Leaving this morning and heading back tomorrow. Apparently sis said that the new one won’t be there, so only the ex-wives on this trip. Huge sigh of relief. . . having said that I cannot imagine loving a man and letting him bury his father alone. But the thought of facing that fire. . . lesser of two evils I suppose. bla bla bla fishcakes. Tired of yakking about this topic.

I love you. I love the Wonderboy. I love George. I’ll be back this weekend.

Am better…in the thinking department. I swear, I’d like to print off that comment section and frame it and every time I get lonely or blue I can just read it. You guys are the most amazing set of people. I hope I am half, one-tenth as good to you. Truly.

Today I go in early and work until 4. Then on my list: make arrangements for flowers. take boots to get heel replaced. find funeral clothes. find sis’s shower gift for Sunday. clean out inside of car that is a disaster area. wash outside of car. home to prepare for the commotion.

we’ll get up early tomorrow and get ready and head down. I’m sure it’ll be interesting. I’m bringing the two ex wives and the grandchild. One can only hope Wonderboy has a cape and buffer powers strong enough to handle this one. Tomorrow night is family visitation. None of this I’m interested in. I don’t like sitting in the funeral home with the body and making chit chat with ole mrs. blabadebla from down the road and second farm to the left. sigh. Then the service is Friday at 10:30 at the FBC. Granite is a small small town but they’ve got some churches!! We will do all of that and hopefully the weather won’t be fridgid but oh well. Returning to the frontier Friday afternoon/evening.

I’ll make a huge vat of my black-eyed-pea salsa per Maegen’s request for her party Saturday night and get stuff lined out for sis’s shower on Sunday.

Had a conversation with my realtor yesterday. Looks like we can try to close on the house March 17th!! 4:00p.m. This is Wonderboy’s birthday weekend, but I would have been home by 4 on Monday anyway. March 17th, (while it is also one of my very fav holidays) is also Joe’s birthday and the day that MeeShell goes to the preggo doc for the first time. All good signs I do believe. I have picked out paint colors. That’s it thus far. Trying to focus on the pretty this week.

Thanks to you all. for the love for the light for the comments and support. Big Fat Love to you. xoxo

9io (that was Scrunch wanting to type to you all!)

All apologies for any offence taken about the LifeChurch comment I made below. I have several friends who are very much at home and feel very filled and spiritually lead by this organization. I in no way, meant to imply that it didn’t do that.

It doesn’t do that for me.

I’m just much more of a traditionalist when it comes to that. Not bad. Just different. So if you’re reading, I thank you for reading. And again, so sorry for the stepping in it.

I’m sad.
And I feel selfish. really really selfish.

I’m sad, to the bone sad for losing PapaJames. But I am so thankful that the Lord saw fit to take him from the miserable miserable existence he was living. Meme, bless her crazy soul. . . well they have been battling in circles for some years. He with the Parkinson’s and the Alzheimer’s and she with the brain cloud, walking around hiding his glasses making him think he was going crazy. . . just bad news. And towards the end, they had to shave his mustache because of the food and drool…just thought of that. I bet he won’t have it. Oh. man.

I’m sad…because I just wish I had someone to hold me tonight. Not a random, faceless someone. Not that at all. I wish I had that best friend, who knows me, who laughs with me, talks with me about anything and everything. Someone who doesn’t smoke pot or do drugs. (you wouldn’t believe how difficult that first part is to find around here) Someone who understands that I will have to work long hours and will be tired when I get home, who doesn’t need me to be happy, but is so happy to be with me. Someone who understands the importance of my grandparents in my life, who forgives the crazy dysfunction that is my immediate family, and feels the same way about his. I want someone who wants to take trips. Someone to see the world with. Someone who will embrace my friends with all their wonky traits that i love so much. Someone who will get as many laughs from the Wonderboy and Wonderbaby as I do. Someone who is intelligent, who keeps learning and encourages me to do the same. I want someone who wants to go to church, who knows what the word tithe means and not some kind of LifeChurch experience, but a true, lift you up, filling experience. Someone who encourages my art, and will experience it with me. Someone faithful. Someone faithful. Someone faithful.

The thing is…I believe in him. I believe in all of it. Even after the poor choices and disasters that are in my wake…it’s there. I know it is.

and i know you aren’t supposed to miss things that you’ve never had…but in this case i think…an exception.

So you see.
Selfish.
My dad has lost his father. Our family, so fractured will all come together this week face to face and try to hold it together. Ex’s will share space with ex’s. tears and memories and blessings and gratitude.
and I’m sad because I want someone to hold me tonight.

Pa pa died this afternoon. I was at Lowes looking at paint colors, about to head out to furniture gaze when Dad called. We are still at loose ends regarding arrangements. I think the service will probably be on Thursday. I think I’ll go to work tomorrow and try to move as many clients as we can. Then possibly work Wed morning and some afternoon then head down to Granite (two or so hour drive). Or possibly just stay here and drive down thursday morning for the service and stay that night. I think sis is planning on coming in wednesday and staying thru her shower on sunday.

A blessing.
Truly.
He was so, sooooo done.

Did get to talk to my college friend again today. Sounded better. But had to tell him I wasn’t going to see him today, had to get more stuff done with the house, estimates and such, and then about ten minutes after I got off the phone with him Dad called. Timing.

So. There. I’ve sent out some texts telling people. If you read it here first, or got a text that’s fine. It’s crazy and wonky. I’m doing ok. Sad. But grateful. Dreading the impending week. But will get thru it.

love you all.

85%DRUNKARD

Yesterday went well. The meet and greet of Dad’s affair/live-in/new “life partner” was pretty average. I mean, I’ve been here before. Time and time again. I know this road. She was pleasant. One would have to ask MGirl (who showed up with flags and swords and half of her face blue to braveheart me thru the meeting!) what she looked like. I really didn’t look. Mostly focused my eyes on the house, and Dad and my heat and air guy who was looking at the works. It was fine and pleasant and reeking with grace and dignity.
bleagh.
afterwards, MGirl and I headed right back to the box for bloody marys and some defragging.
He liked my house. Was looking at it extra critical, because that is what he does. I don’t think he loves it as much as I do but you know what? he doesn’t have to. and finally I’m grown up enough to not care. He gifted me a washer and dryer. which is HUGE. Now the entire tax refund can go to furnishings. and then I can use the tax incentive check to buy a new stove/range/microwave combo. I’m still scared of all the money stuff, but this is really getting exciting! Am going today to meet with Seige, who’s doing my plumbing (dirty!) work and get estimates from him, then going to get ideas about furniture and paint. It will be an exciting day.

Didn’t get to see my college friend this weekend. Too much house stuff. Next week is a bugger as well. Friday is dinner with purple pool plus two gal pals. Saturday I work and it’s MAEGENS 30 BIRTHDAY PARTY!! Oh my GOD, we’ve been counting down for this! Then Sunday, am giving my sis a baby shower at 3pm. they will be here for the weekend, and I’ll be otherwise unavailable and that sucks but it is what it is. Am back in Arkansas for Wonderboy’s bday on the 15th. Where the hell has February gone???

Other bad news regarding my Papa. Things are looking bleak. So will be making that trip possibly one day this week to see him for what could really be the last time. Deep breath. Awful stuff. Sand. head. insert. stay.

that’s it for me. I should talk about the awards last night, and all the dresses (all that RED!) and the winners and my boyfriend George, but by the end of the night i had a horrible headache, and fell asleep right after best actress. my heart just wasn’t in it this year. sigh. what has happened to me???

Home from the night that was giddy up. Kids, let me just say, we may be long in the tooth, we may not wear slutty enough attire, and we may attract the funkiest fellas at the bar, but damn. we can still dance!.

Now. Let it be written that I will dance with ANYONE THAT ASKS. I think it’s hard, difficult, scary, for a man, to ask a woman to dance, so I ALWAYS, say yes. And quite frankly, the ones you don’t suspect, are often times the best dancers. . .

often.
times.

GOOD LORD!!! I danced with Keith from Mississippi. With Sonny from Alabama. and one would think that the southern boys could maybe, MAYBE just try a two step??????? Granted Sonny was about four hundred and thirty six years old, and Keith, right behind him. Both work for FEMA, here cleaning up the sticks from our ice storm. Fine fellas, bought many drinks. and as I’ve learned from M’Lynn, I say “thank you” and so be it. Actually several fellas bought drinks and we just said thank you. (this is difficult for me as I’m one who can always just pay for my own drinks) But we just said Thank You. done deal.

We made friends all over the place, Me, Gert, MGirl, and MKE. Such good times. We were hanging out at the community table with a few guys and towards the end of the night I danced with one. Cody. Cody, Wyoming. Cute, Sweet kid. couldn’t have been 22 years old. but G.D.!!! The man (after many a failed attempts at a dance) spun me and twirled me and DANCED with me. I swear to all that is holy, I was moist. George Clooney moist. it was that good. and bless his little heart, he didn’t know what he had tapped into…he had no idea the beast that he had unleashed. . . after it was over, and I had calmed down. . . well pretty sure I kissed him smoothe on the mouth (no tongue) . . . which is unfortunate because Gert was really having conversation with him and afer the kiss, he skedaddled far far away. Finaly. FINALLY!!!!! I can dance with them, but one kiss and KAPOW! gone for good. flop. ps, I stole a leg from a chair. brought it rigt home with me! I’m furnishing my house one piece at a time!

The worst part of my night was earlier…already told you that am gonig to the house tomorrow. Meeting Dad. Well, he called and asked if she could come too….I agreed. Bleagh. This is me being childish and petty. BUT. I’m trying to be adult wiht my father. and agreeing to meet the other woman, at MY HOUSE, with MY CAMP behind me….so be it. Am sure there is more to this tomorrow.

The brightest spot of my night…Spence sent me a text (he’s in our nation’s capital on official state business) saying that he had stolen the president’s toothbush for me!!! To which I replied, well that’s the first (and only) republican that will be in my mouth!!! I miss him. We don’t see each other every day, but we do communicate and I know he’s busy and dang.
What with the crazy that is tomorrow…just wish he was in the same zip code.

Academy Awards tomorrow. We all know who I’m voting for. . . seriously. If you haven’t seen MICHAEL CLAYTON….RUN. DON’T WALK.
brilliant.

This rating was determined based on the presence of the following words:

* fuck (4x)
* slutty (3x)
* bastard (2x)
* crappy (1x)

Now, like Kizz, I have goals.