Amazing Grace

I’m glad that he’s no longer in pain, and suffering. I’m so glad that he gave us the work that he did, Dirty Dancing, Ghost, To Wong Foo, Outsiders…we aligned them with our own memories and they became part of our soundtracks…the theme’s to our proms.

Jennifer Grey said that he was a perfect mixture of “amazing grace and raw masculinity”
I wish I would have said that first. It’s perfect.

and when I think of his wife, high school girlfriend and with him to the end…breaks my heart. that’s some kind of love. . . some kind of wonderful.

Let me tell you, yesterday was a bit of my own personal amazing grace. My chores were done, enough so that I didn’t have any nagging voices in my head. I got up and went for a really good walk at the lake and hit the grocery. Came home and made a pot of soup and laid on the couch taking in eps of Mad Men, West Wing and reading some Outlander. I squeezed a nap in there too. I had the doors open and it was rainy and damp and cool outside…Sambo curled up on me and we didn’t much move all day long. Seriously. I couldn’t even get up to go to comedy last night!!!

I feel such relief for the reunion, that begins in T-minues 72 hours. Stress is a wonderful thing isn’t it? crazy. So things are good.

I want to have a great week at work. I do. Tomorrow morning I have class, which is hands on and will learn a new haircut. Tomorrow is also payday and the day my raise goes into effect. TODAY is the last day of the pay period and kids…I fear it to be dismal. It will pick up…it has to!

Happy Mon—wait. Happy Tuesday ya’ll!

ps…i’m not getting that golden retriever. I think it’s too big of a dog and I’m not ready yet. I’ll revisit this project in the spring. Thanks to all who chimed in! I am ready to be wrapped around a new schedule, and understand all the responsibility that goes along with it. I’d like to reinforce my yard a bit first and see how money is coming along thru the holidays before I invest, though!

Catering is Hard.

Ok so me with this whole two jobs thing? Nah. I’ve had it really easy up until now. The Festivites bartending gig has been what I’ve done, last night I worked for a catering company that my high school friend runs…

ok. damn. first off I wore the wrong damned shoes. Wedges. That was a mistake. I had no idea the amount of walking and standing I would do from five until midnight. so that sucked.

second off, when I bought my uniform this week, black pants white shirt, I was bloated so big one might have thought me middle name was Goodyear. Apparently I’ve peed. My pants were way too big falling off and the shirt was just stupid.

third off, it was raining. and so freakin humid inside the venue I was sweating balls ten minutes into set up.

I was working with another girl, who’d never done this before either. We’re both long time friends of the coordinater so that was the thing we had in common. This girl was fine, and I think with this event under our belt, when we work together again, we’ll be mroe in sync. Last night was rough though. Our personalities were oil and water. She didn’t smile. She was just very much a “servant” while I was very much a “participant” in the reception…make sense? But as we were finishing up the night she loosened up and I think it was just insecurities and stress…ugh. smile damnit, to our guests. remember what they are drinking. make some small talk about the shoes/earrings/lapel flowers. I just proceeded to do what I do and made some fun conversations. It was great fun, other than my feet/legs hurting so badly. (i know. i know. what was i thinking???)

there wasn’t a tip jar. my boss said, it just seems tacky for that to be there in the beginning…and yeah. I agree. this is a fancy pants reception with free wine beer and margaritas. it’s not a cash bar. but people were asking about it. finally they just started leaving money on the table and we just put it in a glass. now, I’m in this for the money. we know that. and at the other gig, it’s out there, the tip jars and whatnot. sometimes it rolls in and sometimes it’s 15.00 but I was annoyed last night because they obviously wanted to tip. and I just wonder, how much would we have made if one of us wasn’t in our bitter Mary Riley phase…oh and we split the tips between the 6 person team. we each got 20 bucks…but the groom tipped before the night was over so we all got another 40. at the end of the night 160.00 but damn it was a LOT of work. loading up. driving to the catering kitchen. unloading. cleaning and putting away… but by that time I had on flip flops and we had survived and we were laughing and drinking cold beer.

My boss and I wound up sitting in the catering kitchen talking, just the two of us until 3:15 in the morning. It was just good. I love reconnecting…and I must say it’s all because of the Facebook. It’s been kind to me.

My feet are worn out. but I finally slept, real sleep. I didn’t even muss the covers! I woke up with a cat or two and the rain outside. I’ve made coffee and opened the house. My plan is to get fully awake and to one last spic and span on the house before the final reunion planning meeting this afternoon at four…

Remind me…one of the things we talked about so much last night was the Sustainable Foods/Slow Foods movement that Gert’s been talking about, as has Chrome and Elephantsoap and Numskullery. I’m to tired to do it today…Happy Sunday, ya’ll.

grab another cuppa and relax a little.
OH and can I tell you how excited I am for NFL to start today?!?!

FOOTBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!!

Rainy Game Day

It’s raining here again…Both state schools have home games which is surely a bitch for the tailgaiters…once again I don’t get to watch as I’m bartending a wedding. This one is for the catering company that my high school friend works for. I’m super excited to see the venue and all of the glitz and glam. I’m only serving, beer, wine and two flavors of ‘ritas out of the machine. I know nothing else about any of it. New adventures.

Speaking of adventures…last night I found out that our reunion venue is 250.00 MORE than originally budgeted. Just an oversight by one of our people. GAH. So I dreamed about the reunion all night long. Are you guys as sick of reading about my reunion stress as I am about telling you about it? HA. this time next week though…lots of fun stories! Tomorrow is the final planning meeting at my house. I have some laundry to fold and put up and the back office to organize and we’re ready. I’ll do that in the morning. The meeting isn’t until four, so I’ve got pleanty of time.

Saw an amazing play last night. Compleat Female Stage Beauty, at Carpenter Square. It’s amazing. Have any of you seen it? Read it? It’s just sooo sooo good. One of my good friends has the lead, and I have about four other friends in various roles. Chrome, your Reduxion boy has a good part in it, he’s good. Tyler. yes. Tyler. Anyhoo…Local people go see it! You won’t be sad!

I have to go get my back pants and white shirt pressed neatly. I’ve also got a wet cat in my CLEAN laundry basket. gah.

Oh here’s something I’d like you to chime in on. I have a facebook friend needing to give away his young golden retriever. already “tutored” and up to date on his shots. a boy. I think I want him…thoughts on the breed??? we think I can hack it?

toodles for now. happy saturday!

Friday September 11, 2009

It seems a bit self serving to talk about myself and my funk here. Suffice it to say, the cleaning I did yesterday did MUCH to alleviate my stress. I actually slept well last night. Still have the office to contend with, but I can do that. That, I can do. I watched the last two discs of Sports Night which was a great motivator and then the first two episodes of Mad Men Season One. Nice tv. Niiiiiiiice Tv.

Today though, is today. And oddly enough it reminds me of Kizz. . . who chooses not to speak out about it in this kind of forum. Totally fine. She always sends us here, and go read more about it at her place. I kept her voicemail on my old cellphone saying, “something bad has happened in NYC. Im ok. I’ll talk to you soon, and I love you” I used to listen to it. That day? I listened to it a million times.

It’s a painful day, for her city. for my city. . .

A few years ago on one of my Take A Group of Hairstylists To NYC trips, we were there on September 11th. It was one of the girls’ birthdays. We spent the drizzly, drearily, overcast day lumbering around down in SoHo and Little Italy. We saw families gathering, uniforms en mass, a general somber tone to the city…my city…our city.

That night we celebrated her birth at Cowgirl. It was awesome, save for one persnickity snot who wore us ALL out that week. (we still to this day talk about what a pain in the ass that girl was!) It was a night full of great food and fun experiences and first times for soooo many of the girls. On our way home, tucked safely into cabs via Kizz, I turned around and saw this:
and I was so happy and proud to have been there that day.

The world IS forever changed. It is. That cannot be denied. However, that night there was laughter and there were friends old and new and there was celebration.

Some things refuse to disintegrate.

What Color Is Your Funk?

mine is green. and brown.

I have a funk about me, and am steadily fighting it off.

Several components to said funk.

Work…yesterday I had three clients. one no showed, and another was a donation, which was 80 bucks out of my check. so I lost money.

today I had an eyebrow wax at ten am and a haircut at 4:45.

I took off to get stuff done, namely my house cleaned before the reunion meeting on Sunday.

I just kicked the bathroom’s ass. So that feels better. It’s also the smallest room in the house.

I stopped at Target to get a white button down shirt to bartend in on Saturday. and the XL was too tight. Even though I’m walking, and moving and putting much better foods into my mouth…I see no results. Oh wait. I do see results. I’m just getting fatter. and I don’t know why. it’s gross.

So I have to take the white shirts back and exchange for XXL. fuck that shit.

what else? The reunion.
people have not paid. People who I KNOW are coming have not paid. If you are reading this, and you are coming, and you have not paid….PAY. NO excused. No meh meh meh, bla bla bla. This is me telling you to pay! Sunday we pow wow and see what we get to do. I have to send our numbers to the caterer and must have the money to pay them. it’s stressful

but…this time next week, we’ll be on the verge of a kickass party!!!

I think I will hit the kitchen next. then dyson the carpets and dust and pick up papers. I can work the bedrooms and the office tonight, if I don’t get to them.

SO…I’m working through the funk. I’m looking for the purple.

ahhhhhh sweet purple.

PS. Elephantsoap, Numskullery and I are planning a really fun fun fun event. Stay tuned for deets on that!

Cajones. Big Ones! and 09/09/09

This is exactly the kind of grabbing life by the balls and taking chances that we ALL should be doing!!!

so, yeah. it didn’t quite work out for him the way he’d planned, but on the other hand, he’s making the rounds upon the interwebs, or on the line as the purple pool gals call it, and who knows what will happen since he set this into motion!

and I mean, look at that man. My man. Who wouldn’t leap and hope for the best?

Here’s to leaping today. It’s 09/09/09. kind of a cool thing..

“Numerologists see the number 9 as the number of life. It can be seen as both a signifier of endings and beginnings. But more important, it’s the number of humanity, of coming together and helping ones fellow man.”

A number of life.
Coming together and helping ones fellow man.

leap, and the net will appear* and if it means stripping naked in a press conference in front of George Clooney and professing your love in front of tons of cameras?

I say go for it!

*Julia Cameron said it first

GO STUDENTS!!! or What’s all the fuss about?

I just don’t get it.
Our President isn’t saying, “if your parents are republicans you must suck their blood.”
He isn’t saying, “I want you all to turn into Commie’s”
There isn’t anything in there about getting health care, being a homo, or hating God.

Do your work. Go to school. Keep on keepin on.

that’s basically it.

I was raised by educators. I know how difficult that life is for teachers…no money. Parents becoming increasingly dependent on the schools to raise and discipline their children. Cutbacks.

It would seem to me, that anyone who is interested in our education system, anyone wanting to better it, anyone working or retired from it…would welcome a little pep talk. . . FROM OUR PRESIDENT.

The President: Hello everyone – how’s everybody doing today? I’m here with students at Wakefield High School in Arlington, Virginia. And we’ve got students tuning in from all across America, kindergarten through twelfth grade. I’m glad you all could join us today.

I know that for many of you, today is the first day of school. And for those of you in kindergarten, or starting middle or high school, it’s your first day in a new school, so it’s understandable if you’re a little nervous. I imagine there are some seniors out there who are feeling pretty good right now, with just one more year to go. And no matter what grade you’re in, some of you are probably wishing it were still summer, and you could’ve stayed in bed just a little longer this morning.

I know that feeling. When I was young, my family lived in Indonesia for a few years, and my mother didn’t have the money to send me where all the American kids went to school. So she decided to teach me extra lessons herself, Monday through Friday – at 4:30 in the morning. Now I wasn’t too happy about getting up that early. A lot of times, I’d fall asleep right there at the kitchen table. But whenever I’d complain, my mother would just give me one of those looks and say, “This is no picnic for me either, buster.”

So I know some of you are still adjusting to being back at school. But I’m here today because I have something important to discuss with you. I’m here because I want to talk with you about your education and what’s expected of all of you in this new school year.

Now I’ve given a lot of speeches about education. And I’ve talked a lot about responsibility.
I’ve talked about your teachers’ responsibility for inspiring you, and pushing you to learn. I’ve talked about your parents’ responsibility for making sure you stay on track, and get your homework done, and don’t spend every waking hour in front of the TV or with that Xbox.

I’ve talked a lot about your government’s responsibility for setting high standards, supporting teachers and principals, and turning around schools that aren’t working where students aren’t getting the opportunities they deserve.

But at the end of the day, we can have the most dedicated teachers, the most supportive parents, and the best schools in the world – and none of it will matter unless all of you fulfill your responsibilities. Unless you show up to those schools; pay attention to those teachers; listen to your parents, grandparents and other adults; and put in the hard work it takes to succeed.
And that’s what I want to focus on today: the responsibility each of you has for your education. I want to start with the responsibility you have to yourself.

Every single one of you has something you’re good at. Every single one of you has something to offer. And you have a responsibility to yourself to discover what that is. That’s the opportunity an education can provide.

Maybe you could be a good writer – maybe even good enough to write a book or articles in a newspaper – but you might not know it until you write a paper for your English class. Maybe you could be an innovator or an inventor – maybe even good enough to come up with the next iPhone or a new medicine or vaccine – but you might not know it until you do a project for your science class. Maybe you could be a mayor or a Senator or a Supreme Court Justice, but you might not know that until you join student government or the debate team.

And no matter what you want to do with your life – I guarantee that you’ll need an education to do it. You want to be a doctor, or a teacher, or a police officer? You want to be a nurse or an architect, a lawyer or a member of our military? You’re going to need a good education for every single one of those careers. You can’t drop out of school and just drop into a good job. You’ve got to work for it and train for it and learn for it.

And this isn’t just important for your own life and your own future. What you make of your education will decide nothing less than the future of this country. What you’re learning in school today will determine whether we as a nation can meet our greatest challenges in the future.

You’ll need the knowledge and problem-solving skills you learn in science and math to cure diseases like cancer and AIDS, and to develop new energy technologies and protect our environment. You’ll need the insights and critical thinking skills you gain in history and social studies to fight poverty and homelessness, crime and discrimination, and make our nation more fair and more free. You’ll need the creativity and ingenuity you develop in all your classes to build new companies that will create new jobs and boost our economy.

We need every single one of you to develop your talents, skills and intellect so you can help solve our most difficult problems. If you don’t do that – if you quit on school – you’re not just quitting on yourself, you’re quitting on your country.

Now I know it’s not always easy to do well in school. I know a lot of you have challenges in your lives right now that can make it hard to focus on your schoolwork.

I get it. I know what that’s like. My father left my family when I was two years old, and I was raised by a single mother who struggled at times to pay the bills and wasn’t always able to give us things the other kids had. There were times when I missed having a father in my life. There were times when I was lonely and felt like I didn’t fit in.

So I wasn’t always as focused as I should have been. I did some things I’m not proud of, and got in more trouble than I should have. And my life could have easily taken a turn for the worse.

But I was fortunate. I got a lot of second chances and had the opportunity to go to college, and law school, and follow my dreams. My wife, our First Lady Michelle Obama, has a similar story. Neither of her parents had gone to college, and they didn’t have much. But they worked hard, and she worked hard, so that she could go to the best schools in this country.

Some of you might not have those advantages. Maybe you don’t have adults in your life who give you the support that you need. Maybe someone in your family has lost their job, and there’s not enough money to go around. Maybe you live in a neighborhood where you don’t feel safe, or have friends who are pressuring you to do things you know aren’t right.

But at the end of the day, the circumstances of your life – what you look like, where you come from, how much money you have, what you’ve got going on at home – that’s no excuse for neglecting your homework or having a bad attitude. That’s no excuse for talking back to your teacher, or cutting class, or dropping out of school. That’s no excuse for not trying.

Where you are right now doesn’t have to determine where you’ll end up. No one’s written your destiny for you. Here in America, you write your own destiny. You make your own future. That’s what young people like you are doing every day, all across America.

Young people like Jazmin Perez, from Roma, Texas. Jazmin didn’t speak English when she first started school. Hardly anyone in her hometown went to college, and neither of her parents had gone either. But she worked hard, earned good grades, got a scholarship to Brown University, and is now in graduate school, studying public health, on her way to being Dr. Jazmin Perez.

I’m thinking about Andoni Schultz, from Los Altos, California, who’s fought brain cancer since he was three. He’s endured all sorts of treatments and surgeries, one of which affected his memory, so it took him much longer – hundreds of extra hours – to do his schoolwork. But he never fell behind, and he’s headed to college this fall.

And then there’s Shantell Steve, from my hometown of Chicago, Illinois. Even when bouncing from foster home to foster home in the toughest neighborhoods, she managed to get a job at a local health center; start a program to keep young people out of gangs; and she’s on track to graduate high school with honors and go on to college.

Jazmin, Andoni and Shantell aren’t any different from any of you. They faced challenges in their lives just like you do. But they refused to give up. They chose to take responsibility for their education and set goals for themselves. And I expect all of you to do the same.

That’s why today, I’m calling on each of you to set your own goals for your education – and to do everything you can to meet them. Your goal can be something as simple as doing all your homework, paying attention in class, or spending time each day reading a book.

Maybe you’ll decide to get involved in an extracurricular activity, or volunteer in your community. Maybe you’ll decide to stand up for kids who are being teased or bullied because of who they are or how they look, because you believe, like I do, that all kids deserve a safe environment to study and learn. Maybe you’ll decide to take better care of yourself so you can be more ready to learn.

And along those lines, I hope you’ll all wash your hands a lot, and stay home from school when you don’t feel well, so we can keep people from getting the flu this fall and winter.

Whatever you resolve to do, I want you to commit to it. I want you to really work at it.
I know that sometimes, you get the sense from TV that you can be rich and successful without any hard work — that your ticket to success is through rapping or basketball or being a reality TV star, when chances are, you’re not going to be any of those things.

But the truth is, being successful is hard. You won’t love every subject you study. You won’t click with every teacher. Not every homework assignment will seem completely relevant to your life right this minute. And you won’t necessarily succeed at everything the first time you try.

That’s OK. Some of the most successful people in the world are the ones who’ve had the most failures. JK Rowling’s first Harry Potter book was rejected twelve times before it was finally published. Michael Jordan was cut from his high school basketball team, and he lost hundreds of games and missed thousands of shots during his career. But he once said, “I have failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”

These people succeeded because they understand that you can’t let your failures define you – you have to let them teach you. You have to let them show you what to do differently next time. If you get in trouble, that doesn’t mean you’re a troublemaker, it means you need to try harder to behave. If you get a bad grade, that doesn’t mean you’re stupid, it just means you need to spend more time studying.

No one’s born being good at things, you become good at things through hard work. You’re not a varsity athlete the first time you play a new sport. You don’t hit every note the first time you sing a song. You’ve got to practice. It’s the same with your schoolwork. You might have to do a math problem a few times before you get it right, or read something a few times before you understand it, or do a few drafts of a paper before it’s good enough to hand in.

Don’t be afraid to ask questions. Don’t be afraid to ask for help when you need it. I do that every day. Asking for help isn’t a sign of weakness, it’s a sign of strength. It shows you have the courage to admit when you don’t know something, and to learn something new. So find an adult you trust – a parent, grandparent or teacher; a coach or counselor – and ask them to help you stay on track to meet your goals.

And even when you’re struggling, even when you’re discouraged, and you feel like other people have given up on you – don’t ever give up on yourself. Because when you give up on yourself, you give up on your country.

The story of America isn’t about people who quit when things got tough. It’s about people who kept going, who tried harder, who loved their country too much to do anything less than their best.

It’s the story of students who sat where you sit 250 years ago, and went on to wage a revolution and found this nation. Students who sat where you sit 75 years ago who overcame a Depression and won a world war; who fought for civil rights and put a man on the moon. Students who sat where you sit 20 years ago who founded Google, Twitter and Facebook and changed the way we communicate with each other.

So today, I want to ask you, what’s your contribution going to be? What problems are you going to solve? What discoveries will you make? What will a president who comes here in twenty or fifty or one hundred years say about what all of you did for this country? Your families, your teachers, and I are doing everything we can to make sure you have the education you need to answer these questions. I’m working hard to fix up your classrooms and get you the books, equipment and computers you need to learn. But you’ve got to do your part too.

So I expect you to get serious this year. I expect you to put your best effort into everything you do. I expect great things from each of you. So don’t let us down – don’t let your family or your country or yourself down. Make us all proud. I know you can do it.

Thank you, God bless you, and God bless America.

Coming Off Of It

Did everyone survive their weekend? Was it chock full of friends and family? Did you travel? Great food? Lazy days and long nights?

I have to say, mine was a little anticlimactic. I worked two weddings which were great. The first one was a friend of mine from college and my other friends were in attendance and it made the night just fun fun fun! The one last night was kind of a dud, but for the whole masquerade theme and the endless detail of the event, not many showed up and then they left early. The bride mandated that date as it was the couples nine year anniversary. NINE YEARS. so…that was good. the money, you know. it’s a driving force.

I did get some facetime with many, bits of time grabbed here and there. I saw Inglorious Basterds (loved it) I ate great Mexican food (loved it) I watched a ton of stuff on my new Roku thingymagig, such as This American Life (more than love it). I think it’s safe to say I had a good weekend.

but the only thing i got DONE was mowing the lawn. I feel like I should have been checking things off the list…ehhh. I don’t know. Maybe that’s just how I’m wired these days, and it’s not that I didn’t have things to do, but I just lost focus. Or lost some of that manic phase that I’ve been in lately.

I was having a conversation with the Redhead this weekend about surrounding yourself with quality people…and I spent a lot of time thinking about that. Thinking about the things I have in common with the many in my life. and I think, more importantly, the things I DON’T have in common with them. And I tend to get sooooo bunched up and try to fix, and try to help, and try to be everywhere for everyone…and frankly kids it’s just almost time to say when. And maybe I’ve been saying when in my own way for a few months now…I’m not going out much, but mostly because I’m working.

This will sound trite, and maybe like a cop out, but kid’s, I’m closing in on 40 years old. I can smell it. . . and the closer I get, the more it smells like fresh sheets that have been sun-dried. There are many many many people that I hang out with that are light years younger than I. In some friendships it never shows. In some of them, however, it’s quite evident. And it makes sense, gives reason to some of my disenchantment. What exactly do I have in common with someone 12 years younger than I? Well, quite a bit or nothing at all.

I’m not saying that everyone that isn’t exactly my age is no longer my friend or that I have nothing in common with them. Not saying that at all. That’s just stupid, so if you’re reading this and happen to be younger than I, just stop it. chill out.

What I am saying, is that the things I’m focused on, and working towards and want and need are NOT necessarily the things that someone in their mid-20’s is focused on, working towards, wants or needs. and that’s ok. But I’m going to quit cirque-de-solei-ing myself to try to make that so. and I’m going to quit feeling guilty about not having so much in common with them and feeling like I need to have that. and it’s not just the age difference, it’s life differences. I’ve looked around lately and thought, what the hell am I doing here? Other than knowing this person or that person, what do I have in common with anyone here? yes, I’m friendly and enjoy people, yes I’m the “recruiter” or whatever…sometimes though….Gah. I don’t even know if this is making sense.

Do you think that if W got up and told the kids in our school system to work hard, that the world would have it’s collective tampon in crooked?

yeah, me neither.

I’m off for a walk.

Post Script:
a long walk cleared my head. Seriously. The above is really just some jumble dee gook that’s in my head. I’m not going to edit, as my knee jerk instinct tells me to. I’m going to just leave it out there. I stand by the fact that we are only as good as those we surround ourselves by. I end this post by saying that I’m pretty damned good. Because ALL of my friends do make me better. and for that I’m eternally grateful!

Now, to the bank. to the work. to the vet (Kikimama has a hurt foot) back to the work then to dinner tonight with Bonusmom and TexasCousin

Friday, Oh Friday

I woke up several times trying to remember this dream I was in…George was there. George from the Nespresso commercial, and then George from the new Goat Movie. I was alternating between being myself and Julia Roberts. We were on a plane and in a house then on a plane…I believe there was nookie involved. Plane nookie. At this point I was watching it like a movie, and whoever was directing? great shots. lots of hands gripping pillows…however after it was over Julia/Me that was floating and watching settled back in to the first person point of view and apparently that little giggle made some of George’s….little George’s, stay inside…

Uh Oh. and fade to next scene

I think I’m pregnant, George is looking at Young Sally in some Nespresso coffee house and My, MY not Julia’s, but MY teeth are falling out like stardust in every room of the house.

so there’s that.

It’s FRIDAAAAAAAYYY!!!!!

a real Friday. We’re closed tomorrow, so I’m thankful for that. I’m going to get some walking time in, hit the farmer’s market, Bonusmom is selling her goods at the Bethany market tomorrow for the last time, and I plan on going! Anyone wanna go with? come on!

What are your plans for the long weekend? I hope you get to relax, I hope you get to soak up some good. I sure as hell hope you aren’t shuffling around toothless and knocked up while your true love is sippin fancy coffee with witches. . .

I’m grabbing some more coffee and getting ready for the day!

I love you! I love Friday! and despite last night’s dream…I love George Clooney.