Still no hot water.
I’m over it.
I put more insulation around the hot water tank last night, as the temps were dropping to record lows and I’m afraid of bursting pipes. I just don’t want to do that. Please, Universe? Please no bursting pipes?

Old house. Crawl space. Goes with the territory I suppose. But I’m boiling water right now to clean myself again, and I will get to the salon and shampoo my hair there. I’m kind of over it. Have I mentioned how over it I am? I have dishes and laundry to clean dangit.

But in between those thoughts of stress, I’ve unplugged. The snow forces us all to slow our roll. Of course not on our terms or conditions…but slow down we have.

You know me and slowing down.
I’m ready to giddyup.

but first I have to go take my Little House on the Prairie bath.

Snow. more snow. freezing below freezing temps. I’m over it. yesterday was great. everything’s closed. no one is out. Today our salon is opening late, but I don’t have anyone tredging out in this. My hot water pipes have frozen. No hotwater.

I’m a little stir crazy and feel like I need to get out. The sun is shining. I need to go get some catfood ,and perhaps milk or whatnot. I want a big fat hot pizza. and a coke zero.

I think I may just boil some water and clean myself spottily, and put on more layers and head out. Maybe go get MGirl and run errands.

I think I need a bigger space heater to set out in the garage where the frozen pipes are…
I’ve got the humidifier going in here. Every machine possible is running and chugging.

Speaking of running. Cardio,
HOLY ZOMBIEHELL My friend Trey and I watched Zombieland last night.
twice.

it was brillawesome.
brilliant. awesome. brilawesome.
have you seen it? or was I the very last person to do so? man. I love laughing that hard. I love it.

what I really would love is some not bursting hot water pipes!!!

send thawing prayers to me!

One of my best good friends, Trish, posted this over in one of our FB groups. Do yourself a little favor and read it. Then come back.

Unmade Beds vs. Pristine Pillows.

I know already, who I am, have been and always will be. . . and along the way I’ve had moments of envy of the Pristine Pillows, I’ve had moments to try to emulate a Pristine Pillow, and I’ve had moments of disgrace because I was TRYING to be a Pristine Pillow.

Disgrace that came from not being my authentic true self. I used to work with a girl, who I just thought was the cat’s meow. She was beautiful, and mysterious, and never left the house without full face makeup and hair, who had a regimen of facial cleansing that would meet military standards. She wore dresses to the bar to sing karaoke, she never told anyone her age and she had that air about her that made the boys just swoon.

She was a “friend” I thought, until she betrayed me when I was home for Christmas. She betrayed me again before the job was finished. I was amazed at how hurt I was by this, until I realized my part in it. If I hadn’t been so hellbent on being like her, being a Pristine Pillow, and I could have just embraced my Unmade Bed self…who would have given two shits? Not this girl. But it was a lesson I needed to learn, and thank God I learned it while still in my 20’s. It’s made the past decade, and my future ones a hella lot more comfortable and fun.

There are still moments of Pristine Pillow in my life, and I do try to make my bed daily on account of my need for organization and peace in the home, I rarely leave the house without mascara and lipstick, and when guests come to my home I turn into a Meth version of Martha Stewart.

However, on any given Sunday, just look a little closer…

That inner Unmade Bed is as rumpled and comfortable and shining through.

It was a movie weekend for me. I got around to watching my Netflix dvd yesterday, and I’m on multiple viewings.
Kids, I cannot stress enough how much I love this movie. I mean…I LURVE THIS MOVIE!!! Have you seen it?
Go.
Right meow.

Now that you’ve seen who’s in it…rent it. You won’t be sad. PseudoSis3 has been telling me, and like when she told me about The Hunger Games, she was RIGHT!

SO GOOD!

coffee and fed the livestock
vacuumed the carpets
cleaned bathroom sink and toilet
went to weight watchers, weighed in, down one pound
went to Sam’s, loaded up on veg and fruit (and catfood)
home to unload the sams.
lunch and cleaned up kitchen and put up foodstuffs
clean sheets
swept all floors
mopped kitchen, bathroom
wood cleaner on my wood floors in my bedroom
changed out the showerhead to one that actually works.
shower
dinner
roasted chicken and roasted vegetables and baked apple
watched Heavy.
ready to get up and move my body tomorrow
tired

These two movies today.

The King’s Speech.
Man, it was good. A little slower than I thought it’d be. Dry. But the moments with Geoffrey Rush and Colin Firth were priceless. Colin was stellar, well they both were, really.

Colin. Oh Colin. Need I say more?

After that was over, I said goodbye to my friends and headed to the ladies room…as I walked out, something came over me and I walked right into the theatre for True Grit and plopped my arse down and had me a double feature!
It’s always so polarizing when someone tackles a CLASSIC movie, much less a CLASS JOHN WAYNE movie. I’m not a big John Wayne buff. I don’t dislike his work, but I’ve never sought it out. However, True Grit is the one JW film I have actually watched, and remember really loving. The new film was really just so good. Jeff Bridges…his delivery made me laugh out loud on many a line. I wasnt the only one laughing either. It was a beautiful retelling.

As always, I’m impressed with Matt Damon. That kid with the funny “how’dya like dem apples” line is just good.

how was your Sunday?

I just woke up from a 12 hour sleep. Seriously. It’s like I’m 16 and have mono again. . . but I don’t. I’m not sick. Just really tired.

It was a really great week, with several social events including sushi and a viewing of The Color Purple with Mindi, Trisha and her girls and Audra. We had a blast, even though we were up in the mezzanine with the entire Concho tribe who were apparently all getting over the black lung. It was the epitome of bad theatre manners and by the last song, when I was working myself up into a really emotional good cry, I almost snapped and threw a few people overboard. But we laughed it off, and Mindi had her first ever experience with the story and we had a great girls night.

Thursday was a day that I don’t really even remember other than Sammy was sick, we had to go to the vet, I worked at the salon in the afternoon/evening and I wanted to just come home and have a glass of wine and a zanax for dinner. I didn’t have the wine. I did make myself some roasted vegetables and was in bed by 9 and slept for 11 hours. Just zonked out.

Friday saw me back in front of Audra and along with Steve and Alex turned into an impromptu night of fun and laughing. I’m so blessed with these people in my life. Seriously.

Last night we properly celebrated Cindy into her new year with Mediterranian food, hookah smoking (i didn’t partake but it smelled good! like blueberry!) then we had some of Audra’s cake which turned out to literally be the icing on the day. It was delicious, and strawberry and cream cheese and brought tears of joy to the birthday girl’s eyes. I was home by 8 and though it was a Saturday night? I was dead asleep by about 8:30. My roomie came home at 10:30 and was confused because my door was open, my car was here but I was hidden under the covers and apparently just dead to the world not even moving. I never heard her come home.

Seriously.

I know the two jobs are a lot, but they really aren’t…not really. It’s working out beautifully, I do feel like I’m helping at the office and I’m still getting my clients in and seeing them. I think it’s just using another side of my brain, switching back and forth that’s making me so tired. That and knowing my time off is at a minimum so the pressure to GET THINGS DONE is high. That kind of makes me tired…but hells bells. I just woke up and feel really great so I’m going to get some more coffee, have a little nosh, run some errands and then treat myself to a movie. Seeing The King’s Speech (FINALLY) this afternoon! Wahooo!!!

how was your week? is anyone else just sleep sleep sleeping like this? is it a winter time hibernation thing do you think?

What a great day in the Universe…Scotty Ringo and Cindy both celebrating the day of their births. I am SO thankful that they were born and that they’re in my life. I’m a much better person for knowing both of them.

Cindy is our resident seeker. Always seeking new things, new ways to learn, to think, to live. She is yogi bendy and flexable, yet militant in her beliefs and in her friendships…towering strength and giving encouragement and love at the blink of an eye. She really is the perfect example of someone who says they’re going to do something, and then DOES IT. . . I say I’m going to do something and maybe when the sentence is halfway out of my mouth, I’ve already quit…and she makes me feel really good about that choice! She is a sister of my soul, a friend for life and a hero in mine eyes.

Happy Birthday, Cindy!

I love you!

Scotty Ringo is a year wiser today as well!
I try to imagine a life where I didn’t know Ringo…and for me it just doesn’t exist. He is the brother I always kind of wanted. (look. I never wanted a brother. Boys were always mean to me. and Ringo was probably a little shit eater when growing up so I’m just being honest…we would have boxed.) But quasi-grownup-Misti always wanted a brother and Ringo? Welp. He fits the bill.

While we differ on many a subject, we come together in unity on such things as our love for Dick Winters and Easy Company, Michigan football a little salt in our beer and Jersey Shore. He laughs at my jokes and grills one helluva steak AND even will clean the kitchen while Becky and I sing every song in her iPod. (true story)

In a perfect world, I would marry his twin brother (also a little shit eater I’m sure) (he doesn’t have one btw) and we would be next door neighbors and have rousing parties and be crazy sideline parents at sporting events. But it doesn’t matter about perfect worlds because in this one…we’re already family.

Ringo? I love ya man.
Roll Tide.

Turns out I didn’t go work job 2 today…finished color class after weigh in, ran a few errands. Weigh in wasn’t a failure, but it wasn’t supurb. Down .6–which seriously, a loss is a loss and since I didn’t have my vegetable soup last week AND I was running low on food stuffs…I’ll take it. Plus celebrating Maggie’s birthday and too much bread last night during the Golden Globes…I was kind of a wreck.

I have supplies.

My soup is on the stove bubbling right now.

I’m taking the rest of the day to…just rest. Roommate returns in about an hour or so, she’s been in LA this weekend.  So I’m settling on the couch with Kikimama for the next few.

Hope you’re having a great MLK day. Peace.