Yesterday was balls deep in crazy day. I started out at noon and didn’t stop till 8. I did get an hour to see McCrackin. His words, “you were overdue, Zelda”

No Shit, Lamar. Woof. But I feel SO GOOD now!
Crack your bones crack your bones crack your bones! (Eddie Izzard Voice Here)

So anyways, yesterday, at the end of the day, 8 Mile broke out at our salon! Indeed! Three girls, what could only be described as “Pretty Women” came in and got some work done. Two left happy. Bra-less. But happy. The third was…not so much. During their appointments they kept talking about Daddy this. Daddy that. Why you gonna talk like that to me Daddy?

Daddy=Pimp.
we believe.

Anyways, PseudoSis2 our fabulous manager had to talk to Daddy.
Twice.
and she delt with it beautifully.

The thing I love..is we gathered and decompressed in the yard under the gazebo. THe magic lights lit, and twinkling…the cats playing…the breeze and the beer beautifully cooling our jets. It was great!

and the Third is coming back in today to get the rest finished like she didn’t say she wanted yesterday. so….heh heh heh.
cue music.

I had a stupendous weekend. Seriously great family time, with lots of laughing and rest and a little hair banging and great food and a full pan of brownies. Good God, my ass. but whatev. It was awesome. I’d been feeling low on family energy and it was just what I needed to refill. Wonderboy and I rode back to The Plains together. It was pretty silent till we hit Tulsa, when the dvd player ran out of juice. Then it was “are we almost there?” about every nine minutes! And who can blame the kid, we were heading straight to the pool with our Summer Swimming Buddies (PseudoSis2’s kids and MGirl) so dangitrudy, COME ON!!!

We played. We slathered on the sunscreen. We played more. He jumped. He told JR (swimming buddy) “you will make a great warrior, however I am trained in this, so don’t shoot me in the face” and they played and it was a full day. When they left, Wonderboy waved and shouted, “I’ll miss you!”

*heartbreak*

By the time we hit the Frontier, all three of us were overheated and worn smooth. He wasn’t in the house two seconds before he’d stripped naked and was running around! Ahhhh vacation. He and Bonusmom fly out to KC MO today for his birthday trip to Worlds of Fun! What a life, eh?

You’d think that my weekend would have wound up with that. But wait! There’s more. and Yes. I know I’ve talked to several of you and didn’t mention this yesterday, but I was just so tired. too tired. so here it is. Savage made it into town like a bandit with his ass on fire, a day early. I went out to his parents land south of Batshitcrazytown, and we, the four of us, hung out. Laughed. drank adult lemonade. The Mom and I compared cooking gadget lust stories, and it was just good. Savage is just as hysterical as he was 20 years ago, when I last saw him. We picked up right where we left off, with the witty banter and the smart ass retorts, and the deeper conversations that we knew nothing about back then. It’s nice. We rode his motorcycle around Batshitcrazytown. Drove by his old house. Drove by my old house. By our elementary school, our high school…the town was asleep so it was just he and I and the moon. Sliver of gold. I stayed out there because we were just done and got up early and headed into work for our 8am book club meeting…with about 2 or 3 hours of sleep under my belt. GAH.

Zelda: someone should tell me I’m not 21 anymore.
Mom: Zelda, you’re not 21 anymore. You’re not even THIRTY anymore.

But whatever. It was worth it. It fed my soul. He and I have known each other since elementary school. That’s one helluva history. and it’s nice to be in this time frame together. so, loosing sleep? not that big of a sacrifice.

I did take a little pill(courtesy of the trip to Arkansas) and hit MY bed. My big queen size fancy sheet covered bed early last night and slept like the dead.

Who knows what the day bring~i have a few clients this afternoon. that’s good. I have openings into the evening so possibilities for walk ins. I’m heading to the shower then to the bank, then to McCrackin because a weekend of not my bed and driving for hours has me walking sideways…

Hey. Happy Humping Day to you!!! for the Normals, you’re almost done! Huzzuah and Halakaleem and I love George Clooney.

Remember the scab I was picking, pick pick pick a little talk a little pick a little talk a little…pick pick pick….

seems to be healed.

ain’t that some shit?

I like it.

Happy Saturday!

Every now and again I will have one of those days. Nothing especially momentous or exciting happens, but bit by bit, all of that underwhelming stuff just adds up to make you really feel like your life is in the crapper.

Today was not that day.

I had a decent book. I got my oil changed. I got my bad tire taken off and the good spare put on in it’s place. The others got rotated, and how! I went back to work and finished my day with some color! I had some witty texting with Savage, who is arriving next week with much anticipation. I laughed out loud at bits of the musical last night. Here’s a little ditty from the touring company I saw last night.

I got gas in the car, cleaned it out for the trip tomorrow, called a pizza of which I ate entirely too many slices. I’ve watched all but one ep of the last disc of season one of How I Met Your Mother, slurp. I contacted the place that is catering our reunion and set it all up. Even got out of paying a deposit, thanks in no small part to the man my mother had to good graces to marry. Thanks BonusDad! Halakaleem! Still awaiting info on our DJ, and our website should be built by next week. Sweet!

Today, has been a good day. I still need to unload the dishwasher, throw some clothes into a bag for the weekend, wash my face because I’m doing that regularly now and what…OH! watch more H.I.M.Y.M.!!!!

In the past, I had the idea that I was not worthy of accomplishing much of anything.
I refuse to live in the past.

Nope…today, is not that day.

The Future is back online. Got some email hits from him yesterday. Pretty sure he’s never ever ever coming home for a visit, opting to buy a new motorcycle instead. He’s always good for a laugh or two, so I will keep you posted.

The week has been good. Full of surprises and revelations. I’m excited for the trip this weekend. Today, or tonight after work I must get my oil changed and have a tire looked at. It’s low. I fear it’s been “fixed” one too many times and just has a constant leak. I need new ones, but holy shit the bed they are expensive. I may have enough room on the credit cards to eek out a full set but I really hate to do that. Oh well. I’ll put it on The List.

Last night I went out with PseudoSis1 and had the BEST dinner at 1492. Seriously folks, so good. I had the fish tacos, she had some nachos, we shared a vat of the best slurry queso in the history of ever. AND we still got to go to the Theatre Dahling!!! The show was just fabulous. I’d seen it in NYC in 2006, but when this ticket came up I jumped at the chance to see the tour. SO GOOD. We laughed so hard, and laughed at the people around us. Fabulous night. just fab.

Can I tell you how much this effing gazebo is wearing me out? I’m just looking at it, all step child and broken out there…Next week…possibly. Next week I can work on it.

My plans for tonight are to DO NOTHING. Get the car worked on after work, come home and get packed for the weekend. Not much, just a small bag. Get the car cleaned out, I have a small book-mobile going on in the back seat. Wonderboy is not a fan of mess or clutter. Oy. I got two more discs of How I Met Your Mother so that and possibly a pizza are my Friday Night in the Bigtown plans. What are yours?

Halakaleem and Huzzuah and I love George Clooney!

Yep. It’s 8:45 and I’m just now blogging. I don’t have to go in until 10. Quick shower, drive thru the bank to deposit yesterday’s outstanding tips, and head on in. Bonusmom is my first one, so that’s always a fabulous way to start it out. I’m focusing on clients. Focusing my mental energies on clients. Yesterday, as a testimony, I walked in, and after doing this all night long, I had THREE new ones added to my book. Nice. No color, but clients nonetheless.

I’m going to see The Drowsy Chaperone tonight. Super psyched for that. Also going to a restaraunt I’ve never visited before, 1492, so that’s going to be fun, too!
The cats are back to normal. And by normal I mean still pissed at me but when they come in the backdoor they have returned to their OCD route. In the door, on the rocking chair, top of the printer, top of the file cabinet, futon arm and out into the hall.

SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?!?

Have I mentioned that I’m seeing the fam this weekend? Leaving for Arkansas midafternoon on Saturday, returning Monday (with the Wonderboy) hopefully in time to head to the pool and do some swimming before I turn him over to Bonusmom. Quick trip, but will be fun.

I think that’s about it from the Circus. All is well.

so…i fogged my house today. I put the flea and tick poison on the cats. you know, the drops that last a month and go at the base of their skull even though they are Houdini and can rotate their skulls around and lick said poison and then begin to froth at the mouth and then just lay around as if they ingested a mountain of the pot…those drops.

All of my cats are stoned. and I have to say, a little ill. I know it works this way for a day or so…but I’m really sad that they feel bad. and they hate me. but I want no more fleas in the house. I’m scratching the devil out of my skin whilst typing this…

so I hope they perk up tomorrow. and thus far, I’ve seen nothing alive. I aired out the house. I Dyson’d the carpets. I feel confident that if there’s anything alive it’s just on them and probably not living long time…gross. right? gross.

The gazebo took another hit today. Seriously. I have got to spend some time next weekend putting it back together. I was thinking some clamps of some sort but LT suggested those things that you put on a table to hold the table cloths on out of doors. Restaraunt supply maybe? and frankly, it just needs to be taken down and raised again. Lordy. But we all love it so much I know it’ll be worth it!

I’m off to do some journaling and hit the sack. Stayed up too late last night and need to get up and deposit todays tips in the bank tomorrow. Happy night night.

This is our 850th post here at the Circus! Happy Humping Day, ya’ll!!! It’s a big one.

I started working on life last night. Homework and life and all kinds of fabulous goonie goo goo focus stuff. Let me first, back up. I’ve been in contact with an old high school friend via the (you guessed it!) Facebook. We’ve progressed from random wall writings to texts to phone calls. (no. don’t go there. he’s really just a friend!) Anyways, we talked for over an hour last night. It was one of the best pep talks I’ve ever heard.

and you guys know me. I’m the one that GIVES the pep. I have a hard time recieving the pep. but this got through. and it’s nothing that I haven’t lived, loved, expressed, preached, believed, breathed or invested in before. I have. I do. I’ve done. . . yet not now. not recently. So. I’m revived. I’m writing out my specific life lists. Focusing on what I want. and frankly gentle readers, that’s the hard part. How can I ask/pray for/manifest what I don’t know?

Numskullery commented awhile back that he thinks I DO know what I want, what T.N.B.T. is but have somehow stomped it into submission. paraphrasing. Maybe this homework will bubble it up to the top. Maybe it will.

my friend, Savage, says that things like that, our thoughts and our energies get to the point and because of past programming where we go “nothing is happening. it’s not working. i’ll never __________” then it just goes away again. Whatever IT was that was gurgling to the top.

We go towards those things we think about.

I KNOW this. I GET this. I have LIVED this. Visualize. Focus. Energy. Good. Love and Light! all of it.

but I got off track somewhere between leaving ExHim and right this second. Oh hell, let’s face it. I got off track waaaaaay before ExHim and Mr. Stupid—so point is, it’s time. and all of that guilt and negative thought process that I automatically turn to, that “i don’t deserve it because…I feel like this is penance for…” that’s going away. Change the language, right Chrome?

Savage sent me this and I locked it in my phone. Feel free to mutter it under your breath at any moment during the day…

IN THE PAST, I HAD THE IDEA THAT I WAS NOT WORTHY OF ___________. I REFUSE TO LIVE IN THE PAST.

so I sat down and began making my list. my life script. well, not a script at this point firstly, just a list and here’s where my head went.
clients.
money.
tires/car repair
house repair/insullation/windows
passport
trash bags
flea bombs.

what the FUCK? flea bombs?

yes folks. My lovely children have brought me yet another gift. Yes. I have been remiss on their medication for the fleas this spring summer. We’ve been good to have catfood and toilet paper. so now, I have to go get some bombs for the house and make sure the cats are OUTSIDE locked out of the kitty door for the day. It’s gross and I feel unkempt and slothy about it but you know what? It’s my house. I can scratch if I want to. Bomb-it!!!

Meanwhile, I’ve finished my latest book and am in search for another. LT and I are on a mission to read my library this summer. I’m ready for something new though…maybe she’ll feed me a few weeks!

got my yards mowed, my pots watered, there is some satisfaction in that! felt good last night.

my lack of tv is dismal. really folks. but it’s fine. I have pleanty of dvd’s to watch. tonight I’m working my way (too slowly) through Battlestar Galactica. I watched several eps Monday, and want a few more injested tonight.

OH HEY! I got a free ticket to see The Drowsey Chaperone tomorrow night with my PseudoSis1. I’m so excited. I love this little show. It’s delightful and cannot wait for her to see it! That was a nice surprise…

So it’s Humping Day, and a milestone at the Circus, and the beginning of some seriously specific shit going down over here…celebrate in any manner that you wish! Do a little dance…make a little love…snarf down some cake…clap your hands together and make some noise like George!
I love you.
I love Geroge Clooney.

GOD I hope I’m busy this week. Seriously. I was talking to another hair stylist last night who works elsewhere in our city and he’s hurting too…gah. Double and triple GAH! So. hopefully.

Had an impromptu gathering/cookout here on Saturday night. Hotdogs. Chips and dip. Sitting under the gazebo talking into the wee hours! Brilliant! That is my favorite part of owning a house. This house. the wind made the gazebo into more of a sunroof, which drove me batty. Hopefully we can get that re-enginered and a little more stabilized before the next one. We all agreed that we’re doing this more this summer instead of going out and spending $. Just hanging around the yard. My kind of entertainment!

Have not much on my plate this week. need to get the front yard mowed tonight but that’s about it. Hopefully just being still and making money…hopefully…doing some writing. Heading to Arkansas next weekend to spend some time with the fam, and give fresh hair before their vaca next month.

Watched more BSG yesterday. Maybe I’ll finish season two this week. That’s a goal I can live with! Cable got cut down to the bare minimum…and strangely enough the channels I get with basic? Not even worth the 13 bucks. However, I don’t want to have to get one of those converter thingsy so will just keep it for awhile. I don’t miss it so far. Wonderboy, however, will prolly go apeshit without his channels when he visits this summer…wah wah wah.

Ok. coffeecoffeecoffee. Happy Tuesday! Hope your week, if it started yesterday, is going smoothly! Wish me busy this week!

Today we’re having pot luck at work for the June birthdays. Potluck is always a good/bad day. Good if you’re busy. Run back, grab a snack, run bang hair. Today….I have two clients.

dum de dum dum dummmmmmmmmmm.

the image of me faceplanted in a crockpot of warm velveeta should pop into your head around two this afternoon….

I mentioned that with the slowness and my intent to abscond from the internet every second of every night, I’ve been reading. Here’s my list thusly for the last month or so.

The Wonder Spot
Eat,Pray,Love
Big Stone Gap
Big Cherry Hollar
Milk Glass Moon
Home to Big Stone Gap
Run
Patron Saint of Liars
Lucia,Lucia

That might be it. I feel like I’ve squeezed another in there somewheres, but my mind is like the ticket counter at Yankee stadium on the last game of the year.

So now…not purchasing anything but the goal being to read what I have in my library…I’m kind of stumped. I wonder what’ll be next. I’ve got Tom Robbins on my shelf. I have never finished a Tom Robbins book. I feel like I need to. I feel like anyone cool reads Tom Robbins. I have some Susan Sontag. (self indulgent overrated crap so says Bull Durham…slurp) I’ve never read her either. The Red Tent is up there. Nada. I have several Barbara Kingsolver’s over there. Never cracked open. our next self help salon bookclub is Rich Dad Poor Dad. Bleargh. God save me from another self help forced reading. gag. My response to that? I’m not twenty anymore. and I’m bored. Any suggestions???

So ok. Maybe I’ll pull a little Shell Silverstein to carry me into Friday.

I know I’m being all bla bla bla my life, bla bla bla I’m bored, bla bla bla I’m lonely bla bla bla i need coffee this week/month/year. I must tell you though, I am happy. I don’t have any desire to have a fistfull of anything that will harm me. I am not on the cross about anything, or overly annoyed by life…There is just an unsettled, uneasy, very strong desire for something that is gurgling hot bubbles under my skin. I figure if I just keep talking it out here…when it happens we’ll all be able to go, Ahhhhhh! We THOUGHT you were coming. See! Go back and read! WE all knew it was going to happen soon!

I’ve decided to really sit still this weekend. Clean my room.
and by clean my room I mean work in the yard. and ….clean my room. ok. yeah. I need to do that. well. the guest room. my room is fine. ok. a little work in there too…and yes. I know. a little metaphysical/spiritual/internal work as well.

So. Here’s to a weekend of introspection. Of Getting The Room READY! and of course, to me being faceplanted in a warm crock of velveeta.

fake cheese is really the best cheese.