I met his parents tonight. it was just fine and dandy, for real. They are hometown, homespun, normal folk. just like their son. we ate mexican food and talked a bit and laughed a bit and at the end it was just fine.
I’m home in my space tonight. I’ve not been here since Friday night. The weather change, (it’s cold and damp and overcast and fall-ish) has kicked in my nesting instincts, but THIS is where I nest. Not there. Not yet.
We had more conversations about housing and buying and building and money and debt and the future…lot’s of stuff covered. . . I’m tired.
it’s a lot. I’m still in. all in. but it’s a lot. so I’m thankful for my bed with my cats and my computer and my crockpot full of ham and beans and the cornbread I’m making for dinner tomorrow…all of that good good good.
Keep sending love to Kizz. Life has changed, she’s a member of the club now, and we all know it sucks.
Our beloved Emily went away yesterday. Kizz sent word in the late evening and I immediatly called her to touch base. We both cried all the way to Batshitcrazytown and more than anything I wanted to transport myself into her apartment and give her the biggest hug…
You know the drill kids. Give your beloved babies a little extra love today. An extra scooby snack, all the moist food they can scarf down. Love them a little more, and send the rest of your love over to my Kizz.
is unloading the dishwasher and re-loading the sumbitch with dishes from this week.
What I am currently doing: facebooking. listening to Lady Antebellum waiting for the boyfriend to arrive from Batshitcrazytown and begin Operation Meet & Greet: Phase One.
we’re going up to the bar tonight. Bar friends. Work friends. The first wave of introductions to the people that comprise my tribe.
I’m excited. I’m nervous, why? I dunno. I’ve brought exactly zero men to this gathering table. One kind of, and well, we all watched that fizzle out like a sparkler that went on for a little too long and got boring…but this one is for reals.
Meanwhile, work has been great this week. Payday was not hateful as it was the previous time around. Tomorrow is pretty slow, however I bartend a wedding at Batshitcrazytown tomorrow night.
I’m meeting his parents Monday night. He’s a little more freaked out about this than I am. I mean, it’s inevitable, so why wait, eh? Indeed.
The livestock is PISSED about all of this, I have to say. The upset in the schedule has garnered me with hateful looks, flicks of the tail, some F words and a hairball or two. I’ve been sucking up to them by feeding them moist food every single time anyone meow’s.What can I say…I’m not above bribery,
Ok he just got here, so we’re heading. Wish me luck!
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So, in a few minutes I’m heading to the doctor for my annual exam. My friend at work, LT calls it getting “cranked open” and ya know? that’s about right. Gah. Bleargh. Bphlaugh. Not excited about this…however it’s been ohhhhhhhh about a handful or more years since I’ve made this trek and it’s a little nuts the things going around in my head…I’m just ready for it to be finished and get a clean bill of health and motor on into the day.
I haven’t been because, well, there’s been nothing going on in that arena for some time now, and I have no insurance. I know. I KNOW. Just pay it, fork it over and pay it. I am going to. I get my bartending $ today and will use that to make my first payment on my new shiny shiny computer and to pay for this oh so fun endeavor. I did make first commission yesterday, which will make up for the ugly little paycheck I got on the 15th.
Work is semi busy today…the whole month is crazy stupid busy. I just looked at my calendar and seriously folks…something every single weekend. I was booking appointments 6 weeks out yesterday…and it was November 11th. The day after my birthday. So that means in 6 weeks, I will have completed the Race for the Cure, Fall Fest, bartending at a wedding, the live event for the tv pilot, ghouls gone wild parade and smores & whores party at my house, star wars live in concert, traveling to chicago/wisconson for the theatre reunion, and my birthday.
woof.
Ok…I’m getting more coffee, hitting the shower and finding something appropriate to take off at the doctor’s office.
I got home in the late afternoon, after a stop at the grocery store and putzed around my house. Had the doors open, so the fall breeze was flowing, the kitchen had smells of meatloaf and brownies wafting around, I had a nice glass of wine and Lady Antebellum playing on the iTunes…if there had been a wagon wheel coffee table in my living room it would have been perfect. As it was, I cheers’d my wagon wheel wall hanging that was a housewarming gift from Hawk and Ringo. She totally gets it.
The boyfriend came over and we ate dinner and got caught up on the day. I’m going to go with him in October to meet…ehhh..pretty much his entire clan at a 50th anniversary party at a First Baptist Church in southwestern oklahoma…this is good. We’re just grooving…easy like Sunday morning.
I’m off to work. Today is the last day of the pay period, and as it stood yesterday I was just a few hundred away from commission. Hopefully tonight will fill up and we can get the next month off to a great start.
Back at my house last night, my routine…Ive had a cat on me since i walked in. The aren’t so much with me being gone…Everyone is adjusting.
I’ve GOT to check and make sure I’ve paid all the bills and that none have slipped thru the cracks. I think work is going to be good this week…hopefully I’ll get at least first commission. I can’t believe it’s almost OCTOBER!!!
this is my favorite time of year…Fall Fest is approaching. Pumpkins and parades and gatherings and fires in the fire it…all good stuff.
Speaking of good stuff…hope your day is full of it. I’m off to get more coffee!
there are those moments in life when everything is in sync. The grooves match up, the sun sets and the light is majestic, the birds fly and the cats purrrrrr…all in sync.
Today is not that day.
Today started my week of “work” though I wasn’t at work. I had a class for work, and I awoke in Batshitcrazytown. I awoke at Batshitcrazytown, happy and stupid and delerious as normal. Then I realized that my KEYS to my car that held the PRODUCTS FOR THE CLASS were in a town about 35 miles north of BSCT in the boy’s pickup.
yup. there is a pickup. a truck. a chevy if you will.
I say all of this to say THIS: he drove back. drove back from the working to give me my keys so that I might go about my day of class and friends and napping on my couch and loving my livestock and re-settling into MY house and MY life…going to watch some football with my friends, going to watch comedy with my friends, having a much needed, long overdue phonecall with Chrome…only to say to me on the phone… nope. I”m not mad. Not mad that your phone is dead. not mad that you’re out…should I be? nope.
i just expected him to be. Expected him to be annoyed or mad or whatever… for me being…ME.
but nope. he’s not. he’s fine.
and so I get home to find this…this gift of my song for my day for my life from my friend…who is going thru some shit…She is amazing.
enjoy. oh and friends? I love him. and I love you. and I love this song.
Mad Mission”
We were drinking like the Irish But we were drinking scotch Bartender turned on a movie Everybody turned to watch And every single eye was gleaming As he reached the final scene Well, at least mine did Here’s lookin’ at you, kid
It’s a mad mission Under difficult conditions not everybody makes it To the loving cup It’s a mad mission But I got the ambition Mad, mad mission sign me up
I think I’ve seen the look before,yes, it’s kind of non-commital It says come hither, baby, but then he’s hard wood to whittle it says it don’t mean a thing, but still, somebody does He’d like you to join the club that likes to say there’s no such thing as love and
It’s a mad mission Under difficult conditions not everybody makes it To the loving cup It’s a mad mission But I got the ambition Mad, mad mission sign me up
Sometimes you find yourself flying low at night Flying blind and looking for Any sign of light You’re cold and scared, and all alone You’d do anything just to make it home
It’s a mad mission Under difficult conditions not everybody makes it To the loving cup It’s a mad mission But I got the ambition Mad, mad mission sign me up
I dont have much to report…it’s been a great weekend thus far. Facetime in Batshitcrazytown with Joe, Delbert, Gert and the gang at the war bar. . . Long ass day at work and then bartended a birthday party last night…by the time I got to the where I was going I was halfway done. Lot’s and lots of sleep last night. Got up this morning and had lunch with Mom and BonusDad who was in town for HIS high school reunion. They’re abundant this month! Anyways, that was awesome. facetime with family. facetime with friends.
The boyfriend and I have done some domestic chores and are now just lazing away the rest of the day.
life is good.
I feel like I have tons more to say, but who the hell knows what it is. The only thoughts floating in my head look like this:
I’m torn as to how much I want to write about this here. I think a little is ok, but won’t be doing the detail thing at the Circus. Sacred is sacred. (yeah, even though I typed it my dyslexic self reads that scared is scared…that too)
So…I reconnected with a high school boy last weekend. In a big big FLYING CIRCUS BIG way. We are “in a relationship” We are spinning without remorse into the crazy that this is. It seems as if it’s always been. It’s familiar and safe and secure and in the very same sense we are both having moments of HOLY SHIT. IT’S BEEN FIVE DAYS.
well. 25 years and five days.
I’ve known him for that long…probably 24 years at least. 24 years and five days.
it’s so great…I am happy inside and out.
He’s a good man, this one. He likes to bake. He is kind. He is employed. He owns a home in Batshitcrazytown. He is funny. He is ginormous tall. He hasn’t ever been married. He has no children. . . he’s damned near perfect but for the fact that he’s a gun loving republican.
(insert vomit sounds here)
I know. I KNOW!!! what the eff, Zelda??? Kids, if I had a clue, I would tell ya!!!
But know this…I am happy. I’ve moved from 80% happy 20% trepidatious to 97% happy 3% scared because it’s not scary.
So…I had gazebo time with LT and Ky last night. Yesterday, my crazy was hanging out all over the place and I worked myself up into a panic attack. I’m fine, it’s all ok. I figure with the week I’ve had, I’m due one or two. But some girl time on the porch, covered up in blankets with laughter and drinks is the best therapy in the world. We talked and laughed and talked and laughed and were finished by 10pm and all good…
someone tell me please. tell me why I get a little gin in my system and I think a self waxing experiment is a good idea?
woof.
halakaleem and Happy Friday ya’ll. and just in case you were wondering…yes. i still love George Clooney. I just do. We’re sippin coffee watching the Today show…it’s a great day.
Misti Ridiculous 