Today I am officially a Level Four. To the non DBS hair people, it means absolutely nothing. To moi, however, it means:

Mo Money! Mo Money! Mo Money!!!!!

and it means that I can have flex scheduling, coming and going pretty much as I choose, as long as I put in my 35-40 hours a week. This is good. This is what I’ve been working for, working towards for the last two and a half years. I’m very happy and proud of myself for making it here in less than three years. I’ll stay here for awhile, there are only a few more levels to go. This is good news for my clients as it also means my prices go up a little. With that, it will be easier to make commission…which I also did this pay period!! Just the 55% but hell to the yeah, I’ll take it.

Paying all the bills is kind of choking me right now, but am muddling it through.
I just need my house to be completely in order and get my office to where it can function all of which requires MOM!!! And she’s coming. Not soon enough, but she’s coming!

What else on this fine Friday??? Well I went back to weigh in yesterday. I was ready to accept the number and move on. I was just praying for something I could lose in a week, and not for a month long set back….Halakaleem! I only gained 1.4lbs!! One point four! I’m all over that baby. ALL. OVER. IT. I can lose this…gossamer tent on one week. Truly. It can happen!!

Ok kids. Since I woke up at the crack of ass yesterday morning, I fell asleep on the couch around 8 and went to the bed around 9:30…so no morning prep last night. Gotta get up and get around and get me some coffee and find something black to wear. Friday uniform dontcha know.

Bret Michaels tonight. Russells and dancing for YaYa Tammie’s bday tomorrow….wait for it…possibly OPENING THE PURPLE POOL ON SUNDAY because it’s going to be 88 degrees….we got ourselves a weekend, folks! Hope yours is filled to the brim with bliss and laughter and don’t forget, I love George Clooney! (he’s standing in front of the purple pool hee hee hee!)

That would be the time I woke up this morning. Boo. Hiss. Spit. And no, I didn’t just jump right up and make cofffee, I tossed and turned and the livestock was moving around. I tossed and turned some more and finally when I looked out into the hall and Sambo was literally…LITERALLY climbing the walls (where the storage/drawers are) I decided to chuck it and get up. It’s a perfect sleepy morning. Rainy, calm, hazy. I may get my fat ass off the chair and go to the gym. If not this morning, back at it after work. It’s time.

I’m going back to weigh in today. Haven’t been in over a month….bleagh. It’s going to be nasty. Remember when I had gained this? Hopefully it won’t be that bad….if it is, we’ll see. So much going on and I kind of lost sight of the goal. But in turn, have set, and MET new goals. No smoking. none. Nary a puff nor a drag. Feels good. I’m still patching it up on the weekends when I’m being social. It helps that Mgirl has quit as well. She’s just rockin it out too. There’s still a few smokers in the group and to each their own but it’s definitely easier when the people you spend the majority of your time with don’t do it. So….with the quitting…more with the eating….bleagh. We’ll see.

Have I told you my garbage/recycle conundrum? Well, I have two big bins for trash and one big bin for recycle. I am still unsure as to what day of the month the recycle is picked up…during the move in month, there was just so much trash. We had to use the recycle bin as well. I sat it out last week and nada. Didn’t even touch it to empty it. Well, yesterday morning, it was my late morning and I heard the trash guy out there. I’d pulled all three bins to the curb and ran out to talk to him…he had not in fact, emptied the recycle but gladly agreed to do so. Now, I’m pretty sure it had very little to do with being a joyful worker and lending a helping hand, and had everything to do with the fact that I had on my sleep tee shirt and no bra…guess the old girls can still do work!

Just saw on the news where the gang from High School Musical is doing a remake of Footloose.

I feel really uncomfortable about that idea. Just. Leave. It. Alone. Your thoughts?

The housewarming evite has had great response. I know some of you out of state received the thing, and it was just to show you I wish you were going to be here…but if you didn’t please don’t feel left out! It’s our first time with the evite thing and when merging the address books…bla bla bla. If you are local and want to come, get me your email and I’ll send you the link!

Ok guys. It’s still freakin early and I’m wide awake. Might as well do some housework. The cats are hissing and fighting so I need to do some parenting. Good. Grief.

Huzzuah and Happy Thursday and I love George Clooney! We want YOU to have a great day!!

ARE YOU FREAKIN KIDDING ME WITH THIS KID? GRADUATING FROM KINDERGARTEN!!! Hysterical!!!!!

I woke up today to silence.
Complete and total silence.
When you live in a 1000 square foot house with three cats…it’s never silent.

So I jumped up and started moving from room to room calling for them…nothing. And it clicked.

Kitty door into the garage. Those fuckers climbed the gazebo posts I’ve been storing against the wall and got into my attic. Well, Kikimama and Stormy came down IMMEDIATLY. Knew they were in trouble. Came down and tucked tail and assumed positions on the buffet and piano.

Sambo was nowhere to be found. I was calling. I was calling inside and calling outside, though there was no way he could be outside…I finally moved the gazebo thingys, pulled over the ladder, Thank GOODNESS I hadn’t returned it to M’Lynn yet, and got my phone and flashlight and climbed aboard. I’d never been up in my attic yet and let me just say, I’m an itchy scratchy insulation filled girl right now. It’s filthy up there. But I was calling and flashing and calling and . . . . nothing.

He was just gone. I knew it. I got nary a me nor an ow. I called my dad while in the middle of crying like a fool, and screaming at the big cats, “you just left him up there to diiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!!!!!”…i’m not always so based in reality you know…anyway I asked dad if he could be in a vent, or stuck in a wall or whatever and while he was assuring me that was impossible…KERFLOP. Out sticks this little black face looking at me like “what the fuck ma? I was napping!”

assholes.

all of them.

and that was before nine a.m.

what the hell would I /will I do if I ever have human children???????

Yes. Yes I am….hahahahahahaha.

Ok honey, you’ve peaked our interest with the moving to Florida thing. It’s time for a guest blog…email me and I’ll post it. we all need to know when to pack the sunscreen and if you’ll supply the glitter?

xoxoxoxoxo

Today is the day that I got married.
It would have been my thirteenth anniversary.
On the thirteenth.

I always take note of this day…not to wail, to become maudlin and morose…I just take note. It is what it is.

I will always be sad that I got a divorce. I never ever wanted to be divorced. I wanted to be married. I thought I was doing the right thing, on the right path. On paper he was right on the money. In college, going on to be a college graduate with plans for a future. He was a Christian, and though I was Southern Baptist and he was Assembly of God, we were ok. We went to church, and I liked that. I liked being the wife of the pastor’s son. We wanted children, wanted to make our parents grandparents. On paper…it was shiny and good.

In reality, it was a double life, dark and hidden. He smoked pot. A lot. And went to strip clubs. A lot. And drank beer. more than a lot. We could never just keep beer in the fridge, to have after work, or with dinner. If it was there, he was drinking it.

Niiiiiiiiiiice.

Three months into the “marriage” he told me that he never meant to propose, that it was just supposed to be a “conversation about getting married” and I pushed the issue to the point that he felt like he had to.

niiiiiiiiiiice.

Shortly after that milestone, let’s say four or five months, he quit college. Said we couldn’t afford for us both to go that he would get a job. Well, he didn’t. I was going to school full time, twenty or so hours, working twenty or so hours at whatever shitty job I could find and I had to put us on foodstamps. No Access card, kids. Food. Stamps. The kind that came in a booklet that you had to tear out while everyone behind you in the store is heaving sighs and rolling eyes.

niiiiiiiiiiice.

And shortly after that, he moved to the couch. Or wherever he would pass out. There was no sex…apparently I was no longer shiny and new. Or he’d found someone else. Still I stayed, thinking that’s what you do. did. I just ignored everything, we were the couple at church, we were the couple at our friends parties, and at home we were…seperate.

niiiiiiiiiiice.

So, hindsight being what it is, I’m thankful for making the decisions that I made. I’m glad we never had children. I’m glad it was a clean break. I am also glad that I met him, that for awhile, he made me laugh,that I fell in love with him, that I followed him onto campus at my college. Thru him, I met some of the most important, precious people in my life today…Roger, Ma, JC and Layne, Carol, Julie… Because of his final ultimatum I followed my dreams and ran off to join the circus. So to speak, and met some of you…Kizz,Dionysas,Clemo,Carus… For that, I will always be grateful.

So on this day, each year, I think about it. I think about how life changes. I think about hope and possibility, both of which I was full of that day. I think about how I really have no regrets as far as he is concerned and though I wish I could say, “No. I’ve never been married”… well I have. And it is what it is. I wish that when I find that man, that witness to my life, that great love that I am destined for, that I could look at him and say it was the first time… I can, however say, that it will be the last time.

Nice.
Very very nice.

Gert posted this post last night and when I read it this morning, I wept. Tears in my java. I can’t tell you how nice it is for me to read the peace and nostalgia in her words. I’ve been making my own peace with the hometown for awhile now…finding love and light in the corners of it. I told Gert that when I was looking for houses, that if I had any kind of reason, I would have bought back there, or in the surrounding small towns. For me, though, it would have been pointless. For her…it made perfect sense.

Her post is a lovely tribute to where we came from, and a beautiful statement of what a mother can give a child. Kudos, Gert. That post was just lovely.

It’s the first day for me and while we were all sleeping nicely thru the night, the boys decided around 6 to start running around full of morning crazies and then, apparently disgusted with my ability to sleep through it, Sambo decided to just bite thru the covers and into my ankle. Fucker. I’m UP!! I’m UP!!!

I let them out for about five minutes this morning. First time. But the morning is nice and calm and the dogs next door are still inside so I thought it would be ok. Kikimama and Stormy both came out and sniffed around. Sambo got two paws outside and decided, naah. not so much. Then I panicked and brought them back in. I know they miss the frontier and want them to be able to walk around out there and run and play…but a little at a time.

So that I don’t become a blogger who only talks about her cats, insuring that I will never date again, let me move on to other topics! This weekend is a full social one for me. . . and I’ll just bet you will never in a million years guess who I’m seeing in concert!

Yes. That’s right folks! It’s Bret Michaels from Poison and let’s not forget, star of tv’s Rock of Love!!!

i know. But MGirl and Mandrea were all hopped up and excited and I’ll be damned if I get left out of all those fun stories so I threw in my ticket money and jumped on board. That will be some fun. Right?
Saturday night is a YaYa Birthday, and then MGirl and myself have tickets to go see Randy Rogers at the Wormy Dog Saloon which is in Bricktown across from the ballpark. On top of all of that, it’s Bedlam Baseball that night, OU vs. OSU which is a HUGE event. LOTS of people and very very busy…But what the hell! I moved back to OKC to be close to my circle and social network so why spend it all at home?!?!?

I watched Less Than Zero last night for the first time in a decade. If you have never seen it, I urge you to do so. Robert Downey Jr is the epitome of brilliance. Haunting. It’s fun to look at the gaudiness that was the 80’s and sad to look at the gluttony that so many got caught up in…makes you never EVER EVER want to do drugs again, or to never ever EVER try anything more than a baby aspirin! Seriously. But the soundtrack was good and took me way back….good stuff.

So that’s it for me this morning. Need more coffee. Need to get organized for the day. Huzzuah and Happy Tuesday and I love George Clooney. “. . . ahhh Clooney. Clooney is like a Channel suit…never goes out of style”

So the housewarming party is being planned. The Evite is being edited. I got my Picasso from the framers and HOLY SHIT IT’S BIGGER THAN THE BLUE BANANA!! Which means that the “perfect spot” I had picked for it to live no longer works. Alas, another perfect place has been found. When Mom comes in a few weeks we will hang it. Joe, I had NO IDEA you could help with the framing!! I have about three or five more things that await a frame so maybe we can work that out! Anyways, things are working well. The cats seem to be doing ok. Kikimama is still pissed at being here and having to live with stupid boys. But she’s kind of warmed up to me this afternoon. The boys just want outside. I’m thinking maybe a little excursion this evening.

Another week ahead of us. Most of you already started…how was it? Kizz was swinging and swaying today. It’s windy as all get out here, too hon. but at least my house isn’t moving. I think we are in for more funky weather this week…hopefully no more deaths and devistation. Did you all see the tornado damage in Pilcher? ugh. triple ugh.

I’m hungry. Off to the kitchen to scrounge up some vittles. This week, back to w.w. I’m betting that I’ve gained at least 5 pounds. We’ll see. I know it’ll be bad. What with the change and the not having real food in the house and the sunday funday-ing and the no smoking that has my system all out of whack….excuse after excuse but it stops this week. Back at it.

I’m gorging myself instead on Sex And The City eps. . . prepping for the movie. GOD I am frothing over at the mouth for it!!!

Today, after many years of want and wishing, my Picasso gets to hang on my wall, in a frame!!! I’m very excited about it! I go pick it up at 2! Huzzuah and Halakaleem. Now, if only I can hang it by myself, without help. Yesterday I did a lot of furniture moving and unpacking of books…today I’m SORE!!! ugh. But I feel like I’ve accomplished a lot this weekend! I fertalized/weed/feed the front and back yards and did lots of laundry! work work work. Not complaining though…not at all.

Well, kind of. My mail is lost in space. There is nothing coming to my house that’s been forwarded. I called the post office in the hometown and Larry The Postmaster is looking it up and calling me back. Sigh.

That’s all I got for right now. Gert moved into her house this weekend! I cannot wait to see it!!! Happy Monday, ya’ll. I’m out.

For all of the mothers in my life…Happy Happy Day. I am sending up this post due to the fact that all of my mothers are out of state this weekend and I’m too broke to travel. Or shop. So…next year we will have pressies and face time. This year will have to make do with a cyber party. Happy Mother’s Day!!

For Mom…her favorite.

For my sis. She heart’s the stargazer lily.

For Bonusmom because she loves them and all of hers got blown away in the storm!