that is what I gained this week. Point four. Up not down. I was just disgusted and I know better than to get down on it like that but i did and didn’t even stay for the meeting and went to work and just ate all damned day.

so there.

guess I showed that point four who’s boss.

Oh…and my hair is falling out and breaking off at a rapid rate…nice. I look like Susan Powter on the top of my head. Best I can figure I was using a leave in conditioner that had too much protein…and regardless of what those boys told us in the backseat of that pontiac sunbird behind the lake…too much protien is NOT good. Shit falls off. The falling out was expected. My hair jumps ship under times of duress and great stress.Not unlike Ouiser’s dog Rhett in Steel Magnolias Nice. good think it’s already short and messy but it’s adding to my general funk-fest…

I keep ruminating on the Ex-Him’s New Her…it’s niggling in the back of my mind like a Wham lyric that won’t leave you alone...and I want it to go the hell away. Did a client from the bar yesterday who was talking about the New Her and she was very uncomplimentary. I haven’t said anything negative about her. My only comment was if that is really his type (and she is similar, very similar to his ex wife) then what the hell was he doing with me for all those years…she very earthy, no makeup…me fourteen bracelets at a time and as many layers of mascara every day. I own more lipsticks than underwear, so join me will you in an universal : “HUH????”

anyway, I want that out of my head. Other than burning some sage and doing a little dance, I’m out of ideas. Anyone???
that’s it for me. I’m going to riff offf of Chrome and go change out of these cranky pants and find some bracelets to wear.

huzzuah and happy thursday.

Big loads of GOOD LUCK to Gert today..she begins a new adventure! Huzzuah!

Myself, just working on FallFest. Made the kid’s sacks last night, complete with candy, pumpkin and jack o lantern shaped pretzels, glow in the dark necklaces and glow in the dark cups. I got the foodwarmers from the bar last night, got the s’mores stuff, so we are set regarding foodstuffs.

All of the cats are on liquid antibiotics combined with an anti-runny-poo med that we have to give mixed with some oil tuna…i got up this morning to a note saying no kitty food until they finish their tuna and I looked over on the counter and there are five little bowls with plates on top to cover up the food. Welcome to cat life.

Tired is what I am. But not nearly as tired as ole Dionne Warwick who’s singing on the Today show this morning. Good honk. Give that girl some vitamins.

Weigh in today….cross your fingers I get to the 10% goal….only point eight away…bring it on!!

Huzzuah and Happy Wednesday!

I can already tell, I’ll be running a little late this morning…should have done this post yesterday, or even Sunday, but needed some time to process, then had rehearsal and yesterday BonusMom and I ran ourselves raggedy all over the OKC preparing for FallFest “07 which is coming up this Friday out here on the Frontier.

Weekend was good. Went to dinner and backyard chatfest with M. Since the Purple Pool closed for the season, we haven’t seen each other. We’ve both been on trips, and started new projects, so we had some catching up to do. I finally got it into my head I wanted to go up to the bar, his daughter was texting me like crazy to come up for the party they were having, so I coerced my good gal pal Bee and her sexy sidekick ScottyRingo to join me.

Oh What A Night!!

We walk up to the door, and there on the patio is a former friend, former pack member who (due to her behavior and life choices which will remain detail-less) I haven’t spoken to in about 3 years. Fine. I walk right smack up to that table and say high to each of the four girls and walk right into the bar. Looking around, the only person who would understand the enormity off that situation was the Ex-Him. Meanwhile his daughter runs over to give me a welcome hug, he jumps off his bar stool to come over, I lean in to whisper HOLY SHIT BLA BLA IS OUTSIDE and as I look over his shoulder I see Ex-Him’s Current-Her.

the fuck?

Who’d I piss off in the Universe this weekend?

Bee, ScottyRingo and myself grab a table and a hand full of cold beer and I proceed to fill them in on all the details of the patio drama and oh yeah, look to the right that is the new Her. harumph. It was all pretty cool, pretty civilized. One of the patio girls did come in to talk to me and that was fine until she made the comment “are you going to talk to BlaBla?” –“I believe I just did. I said Hi.” –“Well are you going to fix that?” –” I didn’t break anything. have a nice night.”

we invoked the Seinfield “sign of come rescue me” and all night long we were team working through crazy people who would stop by our table. I’m sure we looked like escapees from the funny farm, drinking beer, patting the tops of our heads frantically…whatever

we then proceeded to laugh, take lots of hysterical photos and take shots of…beer. I don’t think the whole world was laughing, but we were doing it enough for everybody. I had on my pants that had deep pockets full of grace and dignity and pretty much ignored the situations at hand and just had a good time…ergo the tater tot and top gun post from Sunday. Bwa ha ha ha ha.

October is here. This one is a busy one for me, rehearsals for two shows, fall fest, two performances, race for the cure…all packed into these 31 days. Woo Hoo!!! It’s way past time for me to be in the shower. Have a great day. grab a shot glass and fill it with coffee, or water, whatever your pleasure, toss it back and cry:Huzzuah to a new month!!!

how great are my friends? What a nice get well wish...with my boyfriend Tony…who I’VE BEEN MISSING due to other things to watch on Monday, and no dvr. sigh. he’s the best.

Feeling better today. Back among the land of the living. Just polished off a nice dinner of baked fish, steamed broccoli, corn from the garden. . . and oh yeah, the rice that is still in the microwave that i just remembered right this minute. Bottle of wine. Nice Friday night. . . I really wanted to go out for a drink and be social with people but frankly, need to give the body a rest. So here I am.

Today was good. It started off with one of my fav new clients, SpencerForHire. He makes me laugh and laugh and laugh. However, he gave me some insight to that male mind. . . one that is scared of a single women who owns cats. “Oh Zelda, noooooo” was actually his response to my revelation. And what was funny was that I tried to back it up with “but I really like dogs but couldn’t have one because He didn’t want one and we rented and bla bla bla. I want to get a dog when I get my house…”

why did I do that?

Still trying to qualify my life and my choices. Just goes to show you that just cuz I look to be all there, sister has a few gee dee screws loose.

So. Effing. What.

I like cats. I happen to like most animals outside of the reptile family (which does nothing to esplain my first husband) So WHAT! I also get really happy about fainting goats and Flemish rabbits. Does that make me crazy and un-dateable? Why would I automatically jump to the “i’m really a dog lover” persona that I think all men like?

A friend, a really good friend of mine told me a few years ago…”Zelda, you have never met a man when you felt good about yourself. They never get to meet the you that we know and love.”

So…I get that. I really get it. And through this whole change, it’s been on my mind. I want to be in a good place with myself before i start out there again.I want the next guy to know the me that I love and that you love too. It doesn’t sound too far fetched, eh? Granted, I’d just as soon have some really hot steamy sex, where we both make pig noises and break some gee dee furniture, but I have aspirations for the above mentioned relationship. And I believe it will happen. Apparently just not today as I’m expounding on my love for the felines. WHATEVER.

He’ll show up. I have more faith in that than of getting a double OH in Double Oh Seven.

He’s just going to have to be prepared for my brilliance, and have a lifetime supply of claritin.

ha.

should I have one more sip of wine? I think so too!!!

at home now, surrendering to the kennel cough due to cold.

atchoo.

flop.

at least I won’t miss Thursday Night TV!!

Yesterday was rough. I’m fighting a cold/allergies/kennel cough and frankly, it’s beginning to win. One client I did yesterday, I forgot to paint the color at her roots in one little section of her head. Just forgot. So everywhere she was pretty blonde roots, one little section, BLACK. it didn’t show, but i doubt I see her back. oy vey. My good gal B was my last client, and I was hacking and coughing and sniffling through her so much she had to quit talking to me because the talking made it worse then I felt like her blonde pieces were funky…..good grief.

The good news coming home was Gert is on her way to Employmentville. Huzzuah and Hooray for that chick. She always lands on her feet. Big fat Atta Girl going her way.

and, AND, in my weariness, I didn’t make arrangements to tape Private Practice or Dirty Sexy Money last night. I get home for the final five of PP and BonusMom has TAPED IT FOR ME!!!! Man oh man. Life was really grand at the end of yesterday. . .

I suppose it was pretty grand throughout the entire day as well. What’s a good day without some stories to tell?

lost point six today. am eight tenths of a pound away from the first goal. while walking into the meeting today, I felt something a little . . . . funny. different. odd.

it looked a little something like this….only i was wearing a skirt. and my panties were white.

nice.

Dancing With the Stars last night and tonight. . . I’m enjoying them thus far. Have to say i have already picked my first few to hit the road, but all in all it should be a fun season. Now, don’t get me wrong. Not nearly as fun as waiting for that fake leg to fly off last year, but still, I think I’ll watch.

I’m very excited for Dirty Sexy Money, Private Practice, Betty, Grey’s and Hot Shots. Apparently, I’m an ABC gal this season. I’m still concerned about no DVR, but you know what? It’s ok. I can watch eps online and tape the old fashioned way, so no worries!

I have weigh in tomorrow. . . I can tell my body has gained, I have GOT to figure out some exercise…my body feels different than it did while walking it away in NYC. So, that will be my goal for this week. Figure it OUT!!
I LOVE PREMIER WEEK!!!