well I slept thru Six Flags Over Jesus today. I hate that I did that. I really wanted to go again this week…it’s really too big for my taste but until I figure out where I want to land…oh well.

It’s been quite a tumultuous last three weeks. I’ve been up late in front of the television. There have been personal crisis in more than one of my tribe’s lives. I’ve been worrying about finances and bills and the impending trip and trying to step out in faith and believe that I will be ok. There have also been bright spots along the way, worth smiling and celebrating. End of story…I’m tired. Weary. So I slept.

Last night I came home, watched some football, both of our state teams kicked some hiney last night, baked a delicious chocolate cream cheese cake and headed out to Gert’s home for family dinner with Noodle and Legend. It was beyond nice. Beyond comfortable. It felt like home. Not MINE per se…but one that I am fully a part of. We ate amazing food and drank wine like grown-ups. We shared stories and talked like friends. We played silly games and laughed like children. We sat outside and almost got our butts electrocuted. GAH!!! Thunder and lightening in Oklahoma are two potent aphrodesiacs, and though the child was in tow and they had a big day ahead full of family, his and hers, I knew they needed some time so I skedaddled. Smiling the whole way home.

This. Perfect Polaroid of what I want.

I came home and just crashed immediately. Woke up early to feed the livestock and back to the bed. with no plans really, I’ve just been calm, having coffee, watching the last bit of Shopgirl on the USA network. I’m pulling that book out to read again. Sigh. Steve Martin…

I’m going over to hanging with Mandrea and Seige and the group at the pool this afternoon. It’s been a long time coming for face time with them and I’m looking forward to it. This weekend really is no different for me, not an extra day long, but I’m glad to be off work and resting. Tomorrow is house cleaning and LAUNDRY!!!!! jeez sometimes I amaze myself with the procrastinating that I can do.

What are your plans today? Are you off tomorrow? Rest up and be non-laborious…that’s my suggestion!

Holy crap. Michael Jackson turned 50 years old this week.

Can you believe that??

Thriller.

To this day, it makes me laugh and sing and dance. (there is a rumor told in some circles of my performing the entire Thriller dance on the beach one 4th of July…but I say it’s all lies)

I hate that he’s a freak.
I hate that he’s a not so convicted pedophile.

I figure…if you’re singing songs pre-child-trials….you’re in the clear. That just my way of singing out loud with a clear concious.

Happy birthday freak boy.

Has anyone else noticed my love for ellypses?

Had a lovely evening last night. Came home to Gert who was having a quiet afternoon on my couch after having cleaned my kitchen! (gotta love bf’s with ocd!) We hung out and I got caught up on her life and vise versa then we headed out for dinner.

SUSHI!!!!

Good LORD but that stuff is brilliant. Joe met us and we ordered enough for all of us plus you guys as well. We ate. And screamed in the wasabi attacks. And giggled. And blushed (that was only me blushing.) And made plans for the weekend. And for future weekends. And laughed some more.

I am so blessed to have these amazing people in my life. We are, the three of us, a sight to behold I think. Our conversations consist of half vocalized words and the other half mentally completing each others sentences. Magical.

We then dispersed and headed out to pick up Mr. Fitz at the train station.

Have you guys ever picked up someone at the train station??? It is really quite a glorious thing. In these post 9-11 days, when the airport has become more of a sterile, security filled environment, the train station is the opposite of all of that, and more. There are families running around, children squealing with joy, cars lined up like the pick-up line at the elementary school. all of us inching up one at a time, closer and closer to our person at the front! It is full of joy and tears and laughter and peace and smiles and giggles and love.

Last night as Gert ran ahead, up the stairs to greet her lobster, I sat watching. There was one couple in particular. She with her backpack, and travel weary eyes sparking at each person who passed her, looking for that one…He hiding between cars watching her with such joy and bliss on his face and he ran out and ran up behind her and the screams of sheer love and happiness! They gripped each other and laughed and kissed and laughed while kissing (this is one of my favorite things) and held onto each other as if each were the others life force. Gert and Fitz returned to my car to find me staring at them. STARING at them with a bit of tear on my face. Such love. Such happiness. We got the man into the car, smiles and hugs and all of that and as we turned around to exit the parking lot, talking a mile a minute, that couple was still hugging. Holding. Finally they began to walk as we left the lot.

Love.

In my car.
In the train station.

I guess it is actually…all around.

Happy Labor Day weekend ya’ll. Here’s to having a little love in your life. Any kind of love. All of it. For any of it. Enjoy!!!

Here’s a little tidbit that was our watch party Thursday night. We are a random mix of people but damn if we aren’t fun-KNEE!!!

We spoke last night of this anniversary, not quite knowing when it was, knowing it was imminent. With the new storm heading back to that area…we can all watch and hope and pray.

There are two specific moments in the last 8 years that I remember with clarity.

The first one was sitting at the bar, Ex-Him on one side, my friend Lynn on the other, watching as our president declared us at war. Tears rolled down my face one by one as I watched. I watched and thought to myself how things would never be the same. We were living in a time where one couldn’t speak out against, or they would be labeled traitor and unpatriotic. I watched the other people around me cheer and clap and lift their glasses to “kicking ass” and I knew…I knew in my little uninformed, politically uneducated heart that this was wrong. And I cried.

The second was Katrina. Watching the impending storm on every channel, watching the people stand in line to get into the dome, then the aftermath. Days. Heat. Floods. Death. All ignored. And I cried. I became obsessed. If the tv was on, it was on coverage and I was watching it. For my measly part, I organized a fund raiser at the bar and we donated 2000 dollars to Habitat and Red Cross. That night will forever go down as the one that almost killed us all! Our little bar with a “legal capacity” of 85 people had well over 250-300 at one time. Inside. On the patio. Gah. I can still feel it actually….GAH!

It’s been 3 years today since it hit. 3 years of relocation and repair and reconstruction. 3 years of white trailers and talk of levees. 3 years of people coming together and rebuilding. With Gustav on it’s way, I feel like we’ve all joined hands and are crying Red Rover Red Rover…here’s hoping the coast is holding hands with Toni Jo Brown…that bitch was so big NUTHIN but nuthin got through!

Now, on this anniversary more than any we all need to stand side by side. We need to remember the atrocity and the horror. We need to wrap our hands around each others wrists and make a blockade. We who are ready to face the future with strength and cry “Not one more time!”

Red Rover Red Rover send Johnny right over.

It does one no good to come home, clean one’s face, slather on the stupid expensive cremes and serums that have promised to remove the three dimensional road map that has become ones forehead and eyes…and then watch the Yes We Can video.

sniff.
snork.
snuffag.

you have been warned.

Tonight we gathered, we few, husbands and wives, friends and mothers. We gathered and we laughed and we pontificated and we listened. We each nodded our head at specific points, education, veterans, children and taxes and health care and global awareness. We oooh’d at some of the jabs, we aahhhhhh’d at the delivery. We teared up at the reminder of what 45 years ago, we were charged to do. And in the final analysis, dare I say, we gleaned a bit of hope.

Yes. We. Can.
http://www.musicane.com/yeswecan/musicane2.swf?rsid=c9f46c7e-dbba-42ac-8d0f-71c94dfd9c13&sid=911E113E-F2EA-41EA-A5A6-C2A2B1A2E9E3&uid=&featured=1CCE5171-97C7-450C-8F87-20F3F24D385E

I Hope.
I Seek.
I Believe.

You gotta love a surprise ending!!!!!
That was an amazing ending to an amazing night, don’t you think???

These men…past…present…and future.
Full of grace and dignity and piss and vinegar!!!

OH. MAH. GOD.

Wild Bill was amazing. Three and a half minutes of applause before they would even let him speak! So many great things he said. SO so so so many great reminders of what this man was and continues to be for us.

“They want us to reward them for the last 8 years by giving them four more….thanks but no thanks. In this case, the third time is not the charm.”

“Katrina and Crony-ism.”

“Most important, Barack Obama knows that America cannot be strong abroad unless we are strong at home. People the world over have always been more impressed by the power of our example than by the example of our power.”

Yes. Yes. Yes. A Resounding YES.

I fully believe, that he brought the party together tonight. I believe he laid the groundwork for the rest of the convention, and into the campaign. Those somewhat purple states that are on the fringe…TRUE BLUE!!! I was frothed up into a tearful, chill bump covered frenzy. Thank goodness I didn’t shave my legs today. (tomorrow for anyone who cares.)

I have been switching my channels for full coverage of this event. I am an addict of our beloved MSNBC. I am still, heartbroken and numb that we are doing this without our Tim Russert. I think sometimes, that there is too much talking on the channel 42. So I surf over to my PBS channel, OETA. Jim Leaher is the moderator over there, and while all of that panel is collectively one gozillion years old, they SHOW more of it. Did you see the film with the soldiers? Then when you think it’s over, HEY! It’s Tom Hanks. The piece was directed by Steven Spielberg. And yes, I understand that the celebrity factor makes no difference, but still. Nice to see the piece. I was bawling. BAWLING.

How bout that Joe?? That intro by his son had me again. Blubbering mess.

“My wife Jill…the only woman who leaves me both breathless and speechless at the same time.”

His MOTHER!!!! Delicious. Pure delight that little old woman!

“these times require more than a good soldier, they require a wise leader”

I like this guy. I look forward to watching and listening to him. Throughout the next few months, and hopefully throughout the next four years! Heh Heh Heh, Freudian slip my ass.

“I’m ready. Barack Obama is ready. This is his time. This is OUR TIME!”

Bring. It. On.

I’m going to a watch party tomorrow night at Team KayJay’s house. My new friends, actually clients of my pseudo sister #2 at work, that I have just fallen in love with. Along with my old friends C2 (author of elephantsoap dot com) I’m excited. I’m jealous beyond belief at the Redhead’s experience this week. But more than jealous, I’m just so freaking damned happy for him. To get this week in his life. To live the dream. His dream. Our dream.(collectively OURs. not mine and his together) The delegates from my fair state have been keeping us updated. My friend and surrogate sister #1 turned me onto it. She works in politics and knows the ins and outs of this. http://www.denverokie.com if you want to have a cookie lookie. Lot’s of photos one of which is this one…

Looks like he’s having a grand time of it. As well he should be.

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Mrs. Bill Weasley

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GRAND SLAM.

She was slap-the-knee-spit-on-your-neck-fantastic tonight. I feel like she showed the party, his and hers, that there needs be unification. And fire. And passion.

I liked it.

We’ve done it before, we can do it again…delicious.

No way, no how, no McCain.

We don’t need four more years of the last eight years.

Girl had some good stuff tonight. Love her, hate her, whatever. Her words were powerful, and engaging and motivating and hopefully convincing enough to get the party unified.

Were you in this campaign for me…or for these reasons….that was awesome.

Are you watching? Do you care about this stuff? What do you think about the speeches thus far?

and holy hell, did anyone see BILL mouthing the words “i love you forever” ????

GAHHHHH!!!