If I had one, it would read “in a relationship.”

I’m torn as to how much I want to write about this here. I think a little is ok, but won’t be doing the detail thing at the Circus. Sacred is sacred. (yeah, even though I typed it my dyslexic self reads that scared is scared…that too)

So…I reconnected with a high school boy last weekend. In a big big FLYING CIRCUS BIG way. We are “in a relationship” We are spinning without remorse into the crazy that this is. It seems as if it’s always been. It’s familiar and safe and secure and in the very same sense we are both having moments of HOLY SHIT. IT’S BEEN FIVE DAYS.

well. 25 years and five days.

I’ve known him for that long…probably 24 years at least. 24 years and five days.

it’s so great…I am happy inside and out.

He’s a good man, this one. He likes to bake. He is kind. He is employed. He owns a home in Batshitcrazytown. He is funny. He is ginormous tall. He hasn’t ever been married. He has no children. . . he’s damned near perfect but for the fact that he’s a gun loving republican.

(insert vomit sounds here)

I know. I KNOW!!! what the eff, Zelda???
Kids, if I had a clue, I would tell ya!!!

But know this…I am happy. I’ve moved from 80% happy 20% trepidatious to 97% happy 3% scared because it’s not scary.

So…I had gazebo time with LT and Ky last night. Yesterday, my crazy was hanging out all over the place and I worked myself up into a panic attack. I’m fine, it’s all ok. I figure with the week I’ve had, I’m due one or two. But some girl time on the porch, covered up in blankets with laughter and drinks is the best therapy in the world. We talked and laughed and talked and laughed and were finished by 10pm and all good…

someone tell me please. tell me why I get a little gin in my system and I think a self waxing experiment is a good idea?

woof.

halakaleem and Happy Friday ya’ll. and just in case you were wondering…yes. i still love George Clooney. I just do. We’re sippin coffee watching the Today show…it’s a great day.

Emotional hangover, not a real one.
I’ve been awake since 3:45 this morning. My mind is RACING about stuff I have to get done.
register for Race for the Cure.
pay bills.
take out trash.
bla bla bla fishcakes.

So, instead of doing any of that right now I’m going for a walk. in just a few minutes.

lots going around in this ole noggin of mine…work was hellacious slow yesterday but today is good. I’ve got fun stuff going most of the week and a catering gig this weekend. time to get back into the swing of things…

off to find my walkin’ shoes. and drink more coffee. i love coffee about as much as I love George Clooney. i just do.

It was magical. The entire weekend. Everything fell into place, we had enough money and some left over to hire a cleanup crew. Everyone seemed to really really enjoy themselves. We did have a touch of out of control…one of our classmates got crowned Mr. Hot Mess ’89 when he showed up so drunk, and kept drinking, and used foul horrible language, and generally offended the entire class. But that was Friday night and well…we still had all day long on Saturday! We had a small misshap with the pavillion at the park that I rented…we got there and another reunion had spread out and took over. Misti Lynn and I had no fight in us that day, but we had classmates who by god did and we got our pavillion back! HA. things just kept working.

I am having post party letdown…our class…those friends…it’s been the center of our brains, The Committee, for a long long time and now we’re a bit bereft. We are going to continue gathering maybe once a month…or more, because it was just too good not to. And while we here at the Circus KNOW that I hate any form of goodbye…it’s not just me. The Facebook has exploded with albums full of pictures, with words of thanks and kindness, and with wanting more more more. we are all just a little more aware that time has flown by, that friends are rare treasures and that we all pretty much hit the jackpot with that. We are blessed. This class that made my mother seriously contemplate retirement when we hit the 9th grade, this class…we are just blessed.

My pictures will appear here tomorrow night. Dad is coming tonight to stay over, and bring me okra! yummmm!!! Back to the salon, back to the drawing board, back to it all. I have got to get my house back in order. the office is giving me hives again. clean clothes. piles of papers. I have to get bills paid…i’ve ignored everything this last week or two and it’s time to refocus.

I will tell you that I am extremely happy. I will tell you that it was perhaps the best weekend of my life. and I will tell you more about that later.

Halakaleem and I love George Clooney!

I’m so hopped up on the juice of the weekend, I forgot to tell you that I got summoned for jury duty yesterday.
sigh.

Tried to get my photos uploaded today…it’ll have to wait till wednesday. I’m stealing these from my friends facebook! here’s a few more. I wanted you to see the food that we did…WE DID THIS!!!

Full meal photos to come this afternoon.

Darci and Zelda. Planning committe members.

Oh so mighty, oh so fine. That’s the class of 89!

Gert, Zelda and Misti C.
Night One after the football game at the Hook & Slice

you guys. you have absolutely NO IDEA how great this weekend turned out.

AH-MAZE-ING.

I’ve got pictures but not uploaded yet, and there are stories galore running rampant in my brain…everything will bubble to the surface and I’ll post great details. . . well maybe not every detail. . . but a lot of them for you tomorrow.

it was truly an awesome weekend.

AWESOME!!!

Oh so mighty. Oh so fine. We’re the CLASS OF EIGHTY NINE!!!

I’m on the couch, where I’ve been ALL DAY LONG, watching the emmy’s. I love you and I love George Clooney.

MUAH.

I cannot possibly tell you, explain to you, make you understand how EXCITED I AM for this weekend!!! I know I’ve bitched and moaned since January or June about the work that has gone into planning this event. Darci, Misti Lynn, Steve and Alex and I have really become a cohesive team and I have to say…we’ve got a great weekend planned.

This morning, I slept late. Got kitties snuggled in with me, having coffee in the morning breeze. I’m doing laundry so that my house guest won’t sleep in cat hair. I’ve got the following errands to run. Catering kitchen to pick up my check from last weekend. Salon, need a braid in my bangs. Mall, shirt for tomorrow. Shoe Gypsy, my first pair of Tom’s. Bank for checks and bank bag and deposit mo money, then back here to get Misti Lynn and head to Sams for our food buying frenzy. Oh, I need to stop by the bar and beg some food warmer thingys too…

Tonight is homecoming at our new stadium. It’s going to be a HUGE deal! We are also expected to actually kick our opponents ass…not a bad thing either.

I will have my own camera and will post pictures too, but I have to say I’m totally excited for our photographer to work this weekend.

I’ll prolly not be around until Sunday or so…have great weekends. Stories to come!

Nothing make one more humble than seeing ones self butt ass nekkid but for a showercap, sans makeup…standing on a towel and two slices of the tin foil…awaiting a nicely bronzed skinnybitch to come in and airspray their tan on.

I’ve never felt more handsome (pronounced homely)
or intersting (pronounced AH MAH GAWD!!!)

but as I said previously…it take a lot of effort to look like this.

it just freakin’ does

I’ve been remiss at posting daily…you see, I’ve been sucked into the world of OUTLANDER by Diana Gabaldon.

yeah yeah yeah, everbody’s read them. I know I’m the last one on the bandwagon so this gushing will come as NO surprise to anyone but

AH MAH GAH IT’S SOOOOO GOOD!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE THURSDAY FOR GOOD BOOKS!

I’m not even turning the tv on when I come home! I’ve got tons to watch…and need to clean out the dvr in anticipation of Premiere Week that starts Monday…but I just canna pry myself out of the book.

sigh. I’m glad it’s thick *dirty!* and I’m glad there are more in the series and I’m glad Trisha brought it into the salon for me after she finished it. glad glad glad.

What else?

well hells bells. Let’s just go thru my maintainence debacle of the week. All week I’ve planned on getting my hair done, feet done, massage and a spray tan in prep for the reunion. Hair, thanks to Mgirl, is FABULOUS! the feet, I was doing today. The spray tan, tonight after work. the massage tomorrow morning. (Elephantsoaps gal is running a VERY affordable special of 40 bucks for 90 minuets or I probably wouldn’t indulge myself)

OK. Brakes screeching sound goes here. for one, I cant have the massage after the spray tan. no oils. flop. moved that to monday. I’ll need it more then anyways. Today, I need the feet scraping, BUT I can’t have them use the oil and lotion before the spray tan. well crap. that’s the best part, the rubbing? oh well. As Truvy says, “it takes a lot of effort to look like this”

So…today is my last day of the work week. Payday yesterday was…dismal. Woof. Thankfuly I had tips saved to deposit. Gah. Freaking September. But on the upside, my raise went into effect yesterday, that was really nice. and i was busy, even nicer still! Tonight I get a spray tan, and yeah. NO OILS! NO LOTIONS! who knew??? gah.

in other more gross news, PseudoSis1 was away on a business trip to DC this week and her house got robbed. This sucks in epic porportions…but that’s not all. This is the SECOND robbery she’s had this summer. suck suck suck suck suck. My heart goes out to her. I want alarm systems…for both of us!

Did I tell you I learned to SKYPE? Anyone have a webcam out there? let me know and we can have video phone calls. FOR FREE!!!

ok kids. i need another cuppa, then I have to go exfoliate my body from head to toe. Have a great Thursday…I love you. And I love George Clooney.