Gert and I are getting face time for the first time in EONS!!! We have much to share much to talk about, some and not to say all of which will involve work, family, boys, health, promises, births, deaths, crazy, ass crazy, ass crazy fuckers that we love, (as opposed to crazy ass fuckers that we love) food, summertime, timelines, time in general, auditions, boys, friends, plans, future plans, immediate plans, boys, movies, sex, batman

wait. that was just the natural progression of MY thoughts.

movies, sex, boys, smoking, not smoking, clothes, shopping, travel, immediate travel, future travel, home ownership, decorating, gardening, future gardening plans, fall, birthdays, holidays, boys, animals, working out, television, dvr’d television, Eischen’s chicken, books, broken promises, general funk, and the shiny new star that is hanging on my wall.

will let you know how it works out when we come up for air!

 

 

My sis is having a birthday today! Huzzuah and Halakaleem! What a gift it has been and continues to be for me to get her in my life. She’s funny, and smart, and totally has her shit together even when she’s falling apart. Her life has not been an easy one the last four years but with grace and dignity she continued. She’s got the whole deal now, the supersize wonderlife and it is a joy to be a part of it. Love ya, Sisser! Happy Birthday!!

Stole this right off of his post today. But frankly, kids, he says it better than any of us have or will.

BATMAN movies are kind of like sex. When they’re good, they’re REALLY REALLY good.
And when they’re bad….they’re still pretty good.

Was supposed to go to the dentist this morning. getting a cleaning, and my night guard so that I can finally stop the grinding of the teeth. Got a flat tire, so had to cancel and spent two hours at the tire place waiting on it to get fixed. Seriously. Got there and sent Mgirl a text at 10:12 and got back into my car at 11:59. Oy vey.

I went to eat lunch and then to Ross. I picked out some picture frames and found this cool star metal thingy for my bedroom wall and a wine rack! I was pleased. I then went to the walgreens and worked on my picture printing and putting them on a cd. Now, as of this moment, the cd is not burnt and ready to be picked up. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that there were 400 pictures on my camera. does that make a difference??? surely not, eh? oh well. They will figure it out eventually.

have been really lazy the rest of the day. had ideas bout going back to the movie, and still may peel myself up and go but it’s looking slim at this point. I have tons of fresh reading material and just want to be. Just be and prepare for the week ahead.

WHAT A PERFECT DAY

brunch consisted of a surprise visit by my two pseudo sisters and pseudo nephew along with MGirl. We ATE. We ate well. Delicious food. I also got to be a bit of a Santa to the redhead which you all know makes me giddy to give pressies. But. the best. The VERY BEST was the movie. I’m not even kidding you. yes. it was a bit long, but I didn’t care. yes I cried like a little girl during surprising bits, and laughed at the most inopportune moments. Heath is a brilliant piece of work that shall be duly missed. Christian Bale has been on my Please Have Sex With Me List since American Psycho. Halakaleem kids. I think there was a movie, some years back, where Gert and myself deemed it prudent for rapists who were needing to score to stand outside certain movie theatres and it would be a sure thing. Yes. Totally inapropriate but oh. my. god. OH MY GOD. I think I was moist throughout the ENTIRE THING. and that Batmobile! and that Batmo-cycle. Huzzuah. Shit the bed kids. I apparently have a thing for the franchise.

go.
See.
ENJOY.

LORD knows I did. and am totally going again tomorrow night. with or without company. Im’ not even kidding.

and on the way out of the theatre…there was some fuckstick who I’m sure lives in his mothers basement, that was debating the pros and cons of Batman and Spiderman. I wanted to hi-HAH him in the throat.

idiots.

too serious. all of them.

Sammy decided to type in todays title. and if the keyboard short circuits, it’s due to the fact that he’s laying on it drooling a little. we’ll just hope for the best, eh?

Mom was discharged from said hospital yesterday on her birthday. There is no sign of cardiac issues. Whew. I can stop playing the Miranda ep on loop now. (i realize how sick i am. seriously but there was some strange comfort there) What we don’t really know is why she is having shortness of breath and pain. There is some belief that it is gastrointestinal(which they are medicating) combined with some severe anxiety. (that last part is my diagnosis) She just needs to get the bits and pieces working again and get healthy instead of borrowing so much trouble and worry. Such as not being able to keep the boys for a few weeks and getting worked up over the fact that the Other Grandma is getting them. Like it’s a punishment for her bad behavior. Granted, the OG is an imbecile who creates drama and doesn’t really deserve a lick from any of my cats, but she is the mother of my brother in law and is, thankfully, there to pick up the slack while healing begins. Thank you everyone for your prayers and support and good joo joo. I love my life here. I hate Arkansas and the fact that my family is there. I love their life there, though because it works well for all of them. The being apart during crisis time and the fact that the brunt of the responsibility is on my sisters shoulders…STRIFE!!! fucking strife. So. thank you for easing that.

Saw an amazing show at a new theatre space last night. The Shape of Things. Not a nice little live happily ever after kind of show…but strangely enough I enjoy those kind of stories. The acting was great. The lead was amazing…very charismatic, subtle, I really couldn’t quit watching him. The theatre was started by a guy I have worked with in the past. He and his wife and a few more. Turns out the last “real” show I did, Lost in Yonkers, was with one of the founding memers as well. I saw her and we both talked a bit afterwards. She is excited for me to “get back into it” again. As am I. As. Am. I. She kept saying how different I looked. Better. Another guy, who I “know” but don’t really “know” just from seeing him on stage made quite the non subtle gesture by picking up my hand to kiss it, then dropped it and picked up my left hand, looked for a wedding ring, found none, and kissed that one. Subtle. Freakin actors. Ha. Made me really long for that community again. I feel it’s around the bend….soon.

What is that? you’re asking why the eff am I awake and blogging at such a zeldaridiculous hour? well. blame the redhead. No. No. No. Not like that. You people are dirty! We had an early morning texting session which led to me just calling it a night and getting up, making the bed and coffee in that order and about to hit the gym. I just needed one cup of java before I attempted that, ergo here i am. and here I go. To the gym. would you freaking look at that??? Skinny and gorgeous here I come…..only about a gillion more miles to run on that bastard treadmill that I love to hate!

Have just a great day, ya’ll. If you’re feeling funky, as I was this week, go over to Hysteria Lane. Look at what a best friend will do for you. Every. Single. Picture. Tells a story of something during our 25 years. I’ll splain it to you if you’re interested, but go have a cookie lookie anyhoo.

Halakaleem and Huzzuah. I love George Clooney.

Cardiologist went ahead and did the heart cath tonight. No signs of aortic distress. It’s not her heart. I repeat. It’s not her heart.

So now, we figure out what exactly IT is.

Hopefully “They” will keep her until IT is found. Of course it’s all deemed possible by the insurance company.

I’m taking just a wee fistfull of sleepy eye and going to bed with Harlan Cobin.
I know. I know I pledge my heart to George. But I have no dvd/vcr in the bedroom. and Harlan is a effing good writer. I think I could have a “date” with that man. Tall. Smart. Witty. Oh so witty. Hmmmmmm.

by the way, happy full moon.

and i lost 2.6 today at weigh in.

and I did not eat my way through this night. OR drink my way through this night. one and a half beers. Total. right after work. That in itself is a miracle. . . but i cannot TELL you how much I want to smoke. anything. anything at all that is burning and close to my mouth.

this is why I’m going to bed at 9:24 in the pm. too many bad things calling out my name.

Maybe I’ll sleep on the couch. Ocean’s 13 is on HBO.

Mother has been admitted into the hospital. She called me at work this morning, crying. Her stress test came back funky. She couldn’t keep the babies while on the zanax they have her on. turns out it was a good thing she didn’t have them as my sis admitted her into the ER then hospital with heart pains, arm issues, shallow breath etc. They have given her the nitro and that has slowed down the chest pains leading them to believe the issue is cardiac. just got off the phone with my sis who said the EKG had some funk so they may go ahead and do a heart cathater tonight. . . this would be where they run some sort of line up your groin area into your heart and search out blockage. If that that time they find anything they’ll put in a stint. Voila.

Sounds fine, right?

Cross fingers. Say prayers. It took awhile for me to find out that she was in the hospital at all, but my sis had a lot on her plate getting shit done on that end. She’s been calling and updating me regularly and has said that I needn’t worry about driving up. We’ll just wait and see.

I just keep thinking of that SATC ep with Miranda. You know the one.

I get these little emails daily from my favorite tv preacher and today’s ditty was on avoiding or letting go of strife and walking in patience and love. Yes. I needed this. I’ve been borrowing trouble in my head with the voices lately. Just I think, all of the running and doing and going hasn’t left me with any quality time to be still and peaceful. I haven’t seen several of my people in weeks. Phone calls are getting us by. That complied with a few other things in life have had me walking knee deep in strife.

If I just let it go and breathe and believe, things always work out. I finally got paid yesterday, and made 60% commission! halakaleem!! I have been trying to eat well, eat within my points and on program and that’s been hard to do w/o much food in the house and w/o emotionally eating thru the stress but I’ve done ok. Going to weigh in today and staying for the meeting. They are never very good but it’s the emotional connection I get from it that helps. I’ve had a gain the last two weeks and baby, that is not making me happy!!!

I was worried all day yesterday about something that came up in our Salon Ed class. The company is going up on prices. Price increase for everyone. They are looking at a five dollar across the menu increase. Yes. Everything is going up. The cost of color, the cost of gas to get the supplies here, bla ba de bla ba de bla. I just got my raise/promotion to Level 4 and MY prices just went up not too long ago. I’m doing monthly education and am traveling to NYC in NINE WEEKS for more. That I believe qualifies me for more money. The economy? Well. I just don’t think I’m good enough to charge 50 bucks for a women’s hair cut right now. In another year? sure. Maybe. But they are talking about doing five bucks more for men’s too and that would bring them up to 32 dollars. THIRTY TWO DOLLARS FOR A THIRTY MINUTE MENS HAIRCUT. Can we say goodbye male clients? I guess I could start doing hair at home one night a week or something…..UGH. THIS IS STRIFE!! yes. we could all use more money. and with everything in the freaking world going up, we won’t be making any if we don’t. I’m just worried. Strife. Stuck in my craw.

Breathe in and out. Yes. Better. I know it will work itself out I will work harder and learn faster to earn that increase. I just don’t think it’s really fair to my clients. Ugh.

Yesterday I never saw my big boy cat Stormy. He didn’t come in for breakfast, and I ran home for lunch and no sign of him. I’ve learned that he’s the hunter/gather-er of the family and not to really think too much about his being gone for spans of time. But I got home last night and had this niggling in the back of my mind. . . I let it rest there for a few hours then I got up and went outside to maybe check around for him. Something caught my eye. Up. Up there. Looked up and the little asshole was ON THE ROOF OF MY HOUSE!!! Climbed up a tree next to my bedroom window and just helped himself. I just shook my head. He eventually got down the way he got up. They usually do. But what the hell??? When I was little and living in Bat Shit Crazy Town, we had a sundeck attached to our house and the cats/dogs would always get on our roof. Must be my destiny.

M’Lynn’s mom was put into the nursing home yesterday. She’s been in an assisted living center for awhile now and doing just fine on her own. Apparently we’ve turned that corner. All seems to be going fine. Since I taught her how to text awhile back, she’s been keep in touch that way. We need some serious purple pool time to talk all that out, and who knows when we’ll get it! I sent Gert an email yesterday advertising tickets for our fav Eddie Izzard in concert. Her recently back in contact friend is a vertible Ticket Master. I sent one immediately following saying that I just realized we are now in the month of July and that concert was in June. UGH.

Flying by people. Just flying by.