It’s Saturday morning and I’m off work!

I’m up still, at the crack of whatwhat, because I’m prepping to drive to Tulsa in support of my best good friend Delbert.

See, Delbert has had a really shitty past few years. When things were really bad, she would seek solace not in beer (like some of us) not in manic cleaning (like some of us that do not live in Brokedown Palace) not in cheese (like several of us) but at the gym.

I know. She’s already leaps and bounds above me in her coping mechanisims.

At first, it was just an escape. And then it became social, she had friends that welcomed her and supported her with nothing expected in return. Finally, it became a way of life for her, and she decided in this her 40th year (she turns next weekend!) that she would face some fears. She would “Do the thing you think you cannot do” and she entered a body competition.

She has transformed herself. Inside and out. And she amazes me. Her determination is as fierce as her bicep and to watch her move from the woman who was afraid to live by herself into this person who…forgive me…but I’m pretty sure she could take down Wonder Woman…well it’s just a beautiful thing.

This road hasn’t been easy. She hasn’t gone out much, the diet is so rigid that it’s just not even worth it. She’s been hungry pretty much since Janurary and has injested so much chicken I’m pretty sure she clucks in her sleep.

Today however, it all pays off. She’ll put on that itty bitty teeny weeny lookie at my body bikini. She’ll slide on those clear heels. She’ll channel her inner badass stripper superhero and she will take her Malibu Barbie self out on that stage and strike a pose.

And I will be in the audience clapping and praying and more than likely shedding a tear or two. **

Delbert, I love you girl. I’m so proud and I cannot WAIT to witness this day!

TOWANDA!!!!!

 

**Crying with pride mind you. The tears will have nothing to do with the fact that I’ll be in a room full of zero percent body fat.

Here’s the thing.

It’s been a busy busy week.

First and foremost…sisters have died.

Not mine…immediately…but those in my outward tribal family a.k.a.Kizz and NAN…are hurting and grieving. I hurt and grieve with them. I wish for a Deloren or a thingy like in Dr. Who…but I don’t watch Dr. Who so I don’t know what the hell that is…but I know it would get me to where they are…and we would be complete.

In this here and now…however…I’ve been blessed with the company of my favorite Tribal Womens.

Trish-she who stands with the f- you for crucifying me on facebook for the post bin lama and by lama I mean laden-posts-she is quite frankly one of my most favorite tribal women. I think all of you should know her. And in doing so…will love her. She and I shall be making stories of our own in the next few weeks what will–sweartogod–will make you pee your pants. I promise.

M’Lynn gave birth to a most fabulous gentleman 40 years ago tonight. She told the story of the hard bound baby named book…flipping through en route to the hospital…closing said book upon arrival to the place at the sections M/N…ergo Matthew Noel was given to us today. I’m convinced he came out wearing a popped Izod collard shirt smelling of Polo. But that’s just the 6th grade me typing. Happy Birthday Matthew!

I found Lynn later in the night. We neither one won any Cindo de Mayo $$$ but we had an amazing time. We always do. We have become Those Friends. The ones that don’t have to talk daily, but will be there no matter what. She has always been a better friend to me than I to her…I tell everyone that. But we do have a grand time together, and tonight we planned for tomorrow. With or without prizes.

Tomorrow is  today.

and Today is My George’s 50th Birthday.

Fifty.

Forty is the new Thirty…”they” say.

which means Fifty is the new Forty.

“they say”

which means that one of us will need some ID for when we go buy milk for our cereal. Because it’s Happy Birthday Baby. and we forgot to buy groceries.

I love him.

He’s the one that will never cheat…for he will never marry. We take what is given. And when what is given is this….well shitthebed and fuckaround.  NONE of that sucks.

Happy Happy Happy.

50 is the new Please Have Sex and Scotch With Misti.

 

Sometimes, Life just gets in the way. I’ve got a list of things I need to do but it all involves some heavy lifting and it just doesn’t seem smart after being down in my back for a day. I’ll make a list anyway just to keep myself clear…

Return “borrowed” lawnmower. I have a “friend” who “loaned” me his lawnmower three years ago. Every conversation we had about it was “you just keep it. I don’t want it back” and I was all like “no no no, just let me know when you want it back.” For 3 years we’ve had this conversation. Finally, I accepted it. “Yes. Ok. I will have the lawnmower. Do you want me to pay you for it?” To which he replied, “no no no, just keep it”

A month or so ago I get a text (after no contact with him for months) “do you still have my lawnmower?”

Sigh. So I’ve saved enough money to buy myself a new one and need to take his over to his house because he’s being passive aggressive on my Facebook wall, and when I’ve seen him face to face he acts like the worlds biggest jackass. (Not a new way for him to act, as he’s drunk most times I ever see him face to face) I just need to take it back, dump it in his yard, and bless it and let it go. I am grateful to have had a friend who loaned me the machine for three years. Not many people have that. I’m grateful for the gift of time and grateful for being able to help others while it was in my ownership. Moving on. Brush Brush let it go.

I need to buy my new lawnmower. I went to Lowes and found one I wanted, but realized right away that there was no way I could get it out of my car once I got it home. It’s a two person job, and I need to not be iffy in my back to be one of those people.

I want to go get bags of soil and plants for my other garden. Gah. More lifting.

Other things I need to do I can because it’s paperwork/organizing inside, but for some reason I have a mental block on ALL of that. It’s the bane of my existence.

So that’s what I’ve got on my list…what are you doing this week? Month? Year?

 

I was up all night with back pain. Lower back/hip flexor spasms. Seriously. I couldn’t sleep, I kept rubbing the BenGay I got as a joke 40th birthday present all over my back and finally took two muscle relaxers at about 4am…I don’t have to work till 4 today and am just sitting here drugged and loopy.

Perhaps I need more sleep. But I had such great plans for the day, going to fill the garden and return the “borrowed” lawn mower. Sigh. I suppose all of these things could happen later.

I’m going to try to get into McCracken before I go to work…I can’t do another night like this. Sheesh.

So this is me. Gimped up on the couch on a beautiful day at noon thirty. wasting time. feeling loopy and drugged.

getting old is the shits.

I had fun yesterday. Post race beers with my roomie and a few other friends made it a fun fun fun day. So much fun that I damned near slept till noon in an effort to feel better. I don’t go out much anymore but when I do…WHEWEEEEE!!!

I haven’t put Facebook back onto my phone. I didn’t look at any news on tv or the computer last night.

Imagine my surprise this morning when my GoogleNews fed me the headlines.

Osama is dead.

I went through the news feeds to figure out what the story really was, and sure enough. Wow.

Facebook was clearly lit up last night. People celebrating. Cheering. People who were supportive and contemplative. Some were quoting scripture. Others were quoting Martin Luther King. All sides present and accounted for.

The thing is, I had more than one friend get attacked for posting their thoughts. Because it wasn’t necessarily in line with mainstream ideas about the subject. The vitriolic tone that was posted under the guise of patriotism made me ill. I was amazed at the shit storm that I was reading, disgusted at the narrow mindedness of people. Everyone is entitled to their own feelings and most certainly entitled to express them. No one is entitled to attack someone else for not believing the same things in the same way. Gah. Stupidity runs rampant.

I’m not sorry he’s gone.  I don’t know what difference it’s going to make, other than give cause for retaliation. I don’t feel safer. His minions are large in number, to be sure, trained to take his place and carry out his mission. I would have liked for him to pay for his crimes. If that were possible. I think death is an easy out. I worry about how this will play out. What will happen now.

What will happen now?

 

 

It’s MARATHON DAY!!!

One of my favorite days of the year. Our Memorial Marathon is in it’s 11th year and getting bigger and bigger with each race. This year, over 20,000 runners are projected. The weather this morning is the best. It’s chilly. Breezy. We’re expecting to be a little wet towards the middle of the run.

I AM SO EXCITED!!!

I spent last night making posters to turn into signs that we’ll stick into the ground. One with my favorite KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON, one for Mandrea who’s running her first half marathon and one that says BEER AHEAD! We’ve got our cardboard cutouts of John Wayne and Paris Hilton and new to the party this year, Gold Lame Elvis. I’ve made a marathon playlist and we’ll be playing some music for the runners that includes, Born to Run, and Oklahoma! as well as the ROCKY theme.

I’m just so proud of these runners. I see people that I know. I see many more that I don’t. Each one is working through their own private war with the elements and the pavement. And at the end of the day, we are all running and participating and cheering and volunteering to honor and remember those that we lost on April 19th.

It’s quite a moving experience. I just wish I had Cindy or Kizz here with their cameras.

Over in another state, my best good fried CHROME is doing her own race! On a bike! and she raised a gob of cash for her favorite charity. She inspires me and I wish I could be there cheering for her, too. I’ll just yell a little louder from Oklahoma my dear. I’m sure you’ll hear me!

A special shoutout to my roomate. Mandrea has been training her little heart out for months. I am so proud of her commitment, and her courage to tackle this. I have no doubt that she’ll do it with the grace and style she does everything else! RUN MANDREA RUN!!!

 

Sidebar: It poured down rain the whole time. The race was delayed because of lightening and started about 30 minutes later. I got to Martha’s and we loaded up with gloves and umbrellas and said, “As soon as we see Mandrea we’re outta there” We won’t decorate with the cardboard cutouts or anything just go out.

well.

We decorated with flags and had our music and I took Mandrea’s sign and stuck it in a tree. Randy and Lindz and Sam all showed up to cheer and Martha and I departed about 3 hours later. Both of us soaking wet and chilled to the bone. We loved every single second of it. We were the last one’s standing. I’m home, took about a 30 minute hot shower, am now curled up on the couch with coffee and watching the rest of the marathon coverage.

All before 10am.

HALAKALEEM!!!

Whoooooweeee what an amazing last day or so. I feel like I could use some more sleep, however, let me just say I squeezed every bit of juice out of the last few days!

Thursday was a full, fun day at the salon. I left there and drove out to Batshitcrazytown to see Noodle in her Opening Night of Our Town. She was stunning. She had grace, and style. She was thoughtful and put some emotion behind the words. Community theatre can be, brutal. She was a delight to watch! I was so so proud!

I left there and drove back to OKC to pick up Martha (around the 9:30pm hour) and we headed south to Norman for Norman Music Fest. The band Green Corn Revival was playing at 11 and I had seen them before and love them. The lead singer/guitar player is the guitar teacher of Martha’s grandson, so I’d been telling her all about it and she decided to come out and listen! We were quite rebellious, staying out so late, jamming to some great music. We laughed all night. Home about 1:30 in the morning, washed my face and fed myself and the livestock and lookiethere…it was time for BBC coverage of the royal wedding!

So I just stayed up watching. Yes, I dozed a bit here and there, but jerked back wide awake. I watched through the whole thing, the kissed, the departure in the covertable. I did nap from about 7am until 9am an then got up and got ready to work. (I’ve got a post working for the wedding but it will come later) The evening ended with coffee from my last client, finished up at 7pm, then headed over to a friends house for a royal wedding watching party!

Seriously.

I got called away, but was needing sleep by then so I was happy to leave. Picked up a friend and took her home then home to collapse. Exhausted but what a fun fun day(s)!!!

I’ve got a few clients today. There are a few things to do tonight should I choose, but I’m up early early tomorrow to go decorate my little part of the world and cheer on the marathon runners!

In a more serious note:

My sister and her family were in a wreck yesterday with a drunk driver. EVERYONE IS OK. He tried to hit and run, but was caught by the sheriff. They were on their way to Branson for a wedding to day then were going to take the boys and go see some fun stuff for the weekend. Taryn said last night she was all janky and sore but that was it. They may try to get up and go this morning. The drunk driver was caught by the sheriff, and he was driving a company vehicle. This to say that insurance will come from the company and will be covered. Whew.

Thank God, they are all safe and ok.

I’m off to work now.! Have a fabulous day!

It’s been an eventful week thus far. We’ve had rain, more than one day of it thank goodness. It makes it hard to wake up this morning, but that’s the only downside! YAY rain! YAY garden! I’m ready to get out and put my second bed together and plant my tomatos and other fun stuffs. Perhaps this weekend.

So yeah…That Grad School Thing seems to be moving forward the way I wanted. I almost fell over when I got the email on my phone yesterday morning. I had my head wrapped around a few weeks worth of waiting…I’ve sent off an email to my graduate adviser (sniff sniff. I can’t believe I won’t be sitting in front of Ma and Roger asking them what I should take this semester) and we’ll just wait for that to proceed. Financial aid is next on my checklist. I’ll set up a meeting and we’ll see how this girl is going to pay for the next big adventure.

I worked on my cover letter for the job application…I told you I found an adjunct position at a jr college teaching English and Humanities, well I started the process last night. Cover Letter, check. I’m going to have to get another copy of my college transcript from USAO (note to self MAKE COPIES OF THIS ONE DOOFUS!) and get a resume together. But I’ve begun the process. The jr college is in my hometown and I once was a student there. It’s on the transcript. And I will tell you, I took English and Humanities at that place and can’t do any worse teaching that when I was enrolled. My first “real” paper at USAO had the notes (from Ma) that said, “Dear Misti. Let’s begin with a few things such as Standard Written English…”

heh. I still have that paper somewhere.

My point is, all they can do is say no. And I cannot do any worse than some that have already taught there. So why not?

Day 3 of the detox/cleanse is an eating day. turkey and cheese for morning snack. 500 calorie low carb lunch and protein for supper. I’m almost as excited about the food as I was yesterday. HOWEVER…(i know it’s all water at this point but) the scale is down 5lbs. WHAT? I’ll take it.

Ok kids. I’ve got to giddyup. Full day at the salon today. and yet another morning of juggling one bathroom with two people. I’m never going to miss that aspect of co-habitation. Ever.

also…I’m like a fat girl at the buffet with all of this wedding coverage. TLC and BBCA have been my dealers. I watched something like 4 hours last night. 2 of which were dedicated solely to Diana’s jewelry. Brought back so many memories. LOVE IT!!!

Peaceout!

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SO…I got accepted to grad school.

My next move is to contact my adviser and make a plan to meet with her and financial aid.

Classes begin in August.

Holy moly.