i had a date tonight.
it was a blind date set up thru a best good friend from high school. they are coworkers.
we went to dinner.
mexican.

I’m going to not talk about it tonight. Still mulling over the events of the evening.

In other news, Crazy MeMe fell last night and broke her arm. up by her shoulder. surgery was supposed to happen tonight. I think. will keep you updated.

work was slow today.

the pilot returns tomorrow. first appointment.

we will see.

I went to see this last night with the movie club friends. WOOOF!!! I heart him. I heart 007. I really do. I haven’t seen ANY new Bond flicks. No Pierce, No Daniel, nada. but let me just tell you something gentle readers, I’M ON THE EFFING BANDWAGON NOW!!!

good.
grief.

What is it about a car chase and some sweaty gunfire that makes me light up like a Christmas tree? Anyone? Ideas? yeah, I don’t know either but it works. I’m going to rent Casino Royale today and slurp myself into a sweet day off.

Also, am going to see Dr. McCrackin and go back to the gym!

DID YOU HEAR THAT?

I’m going back to the gym.

If I’m not back here at the circus anytime this week, send help. It will be because I’ve dropped dead with a case of severe fat-ass-beer-lover-rock-star-itus. Send Daniel. I’ll be laying there on the floor with a post it that says

“lick until revived”

woof.

i am still up. for me it is still Sunday. so I was going to post…then I looked at the clock. it’s actually tomorrow.

i just jacked up my NaBloPoMo.

for the second year in a row.

fuckaround.

i’m tired.
i have cramps.
i am having a fat PHAT glass of wine and laying on the couch watching OSU kick come Colorado ass.
i had a busy day today.
i bought some new clothes online last night via a 30%off thingy that Chrome sent me to Old Navy. thanks sis.
i was going to buy a new coat today since i don’t have one and it’s freezing ass here. but i was too tired to shop after work.
i am staying home on this cold saturday night.
i love you.
i love JC and LAYNE who while tootling around OKC today stopped in to bring me an INTOUCH magazine that had my boyfriend George Clooney in it.
i love George Clooney.
i love my weekends.

Went back to BatShitCrazytown tonight for some high school football. We had made the division finals for the first time in I don’t know how long.

Let me begin by saying the evening started with a trip to Jobes.
Jobes.
A culinary delight.
Charburger with cheese and cheese tots.
Ham Pizza.
Onion Rings.

all of it was freakin fantastic.

Fortified with ass amplification, we headed to the stadium. Me, Mgirl, Maegen, her sis and mom and Macy. Lots of “m”s.

Let me also tell you it was cold as fuck outside. Language, Zelda, language! kiss my ass. it was COLD!!!!! Mgirl and I held out till the third quarter. we had to bail and hit the Braum’s drive thru for some hot chocolate.

BatShitCrazytown 28-Durant 18

way cool.

I saw my home ec teacher taking tickets. She almost didn’t recognize me. Note to WonderSis…YOU NEVER SENT A THANK YOU NOTE AND SHE ASKED IF YOU GOT HER GIFTS. YOU SUCK. SEND A NOTE! MOM, DO IT FOR HER IF SHE DOESN’T HAVE TIME. Gah. embarrassing.
but the thing with seeing my teacher was, she looked at me, like I look at everyone when I go back. Kind of that “i know her, i know I know her…what the hell is her name?” and so I said (as I’ve seen countless former students do to my mother) “do you know who I am?” (to which my mother always say, of course! how are you? then to me says i have no idea who that was.) and she looked at me and said, Of course! how are you? you’re a Pinwheel, right? right.

I’m old.

I’m one of THOSE STUDENTS! the old ones who’ve been gone for almost twenty years.

Gah.

good news. I’m home. I have cats laid out all over me, I look like a fur trader with my pelts. I’m warm. Tomorrow should be a good day, hopefully everyone will show up. got stood up today a lot. and I’m fearful for this paycheck. Seriously fearful. Gah.

So Happy Saturday Weekend to you Normals! I have no plans for tomorrow, and it’s kind of nice after the Rockstar Weekend that was last week.

Muah, and goodnight!

I found 30 bucks in my car yesterday! I immediatly had the urge to go to the gym and get a month! and WORK OUT!!!

did you all read that?

I had THE URGE TO GO WORK OUT?!?!?!?

the hell?

unfortunatly, this bug/cold/thingy has held me back a bit. I am still wanting to go. Monday is my day. I figure I keep resting, lay low and calm this weekend, by Monday I’ll be fit to get fit.

and now, I’m watching 30 Rock. and looking at Jennifer Anniston and her perfectly toned EVERYFREAKINTHING….

I mean, what the hell is that? She’s had pain. She’s divorced from Brad Pitt for craps sake. John Mayer dumped her because he needed his space. DON’T THESE BITCHES EMOTIONAL EAT FOR CRYING OUT LOUD???

clearly not.
I may never eat again.
good plan, eh?

why don’t I look like her?

don’t answer that. file that question along with all those other stupid ones I periodically ask of you.

why don’t I have long hair?
why can’t I find a man that doesn’t need a freakin grow light to finish maturing?
why does SHE get dates and I don’t?
why do I sometimes pee on my apron string at work?
why do I continue to get back together with gin and tonic after breaking up with him?
why is my favorite lesson to learn never learning my lesson?

gah.
monday I’m going to the gym.

This week is a blur. So much activity last week and the weekend, then succumbing to the bleagh yesterday. I did one appointment then came home and put myself to the bed. Fistfulls of meds and slept. I woke up today feeling…better? I think I feel better! My voice still sounds like a drag queen but whatever. So, yay! Human again. I got my clients resecheduled for this pay period so that felt like it was ok to come home.

I don’t have much in my brain today that isn’t overly medicated. I’ll be back tonight for some better blogging.

Happy day!

that’s what I feel like this morning.
BLEAGH.

I didn’t even go to class for the very first time. I just needed more sleep. and I have no voice. And small gophers are trying to get out of my chest. Bleagh. That kind of gagged me.

So anyways, I called in to class, and am going to work at noon. I have a few appointments and cannot afford to reschedule or lose them. There is some sitting time, which I will take. I will survive it. It’s not horribly bad yet, so hopefully I won’t get too terribly down.

Lot’s of fun doesn’t come free. There’s always a price!

I haven’t watched ER since a few years after Clooney left. But Dr. Green is coming back this week for a “very special ep” and I’m prolly watching. I loved that show. Truly did. But I have to say, it’s time to put it to bed. Fifteen years. Jeez.

Ok. I’m getting coffee then a hot shower. Everyone have a great day. I hope with all the funk that has befallen you, and you know who you are, that you are able to keep your head above the water and breathe.

Huzzuah and Halakaleem! I love you!

The curtain is down on the birthday weekend.
Thank the good Lord above because I couldn’t take much more! I’m exhausted! We finished it up last night with a trip to Eischen’s for some chicken and okra. It’s a gastrointestinal experience quite unmatched anywhere. Home to take more cold pills and hit the bed early.

Yes. I’ve been fighting some sort of funk for about three days now. People around me have been coughing and hacking and feeling badly so I’m not surprised that I feel bad. Compound that with the 72 hour party and it’s pretty much inevitable. So, I’m powerdosing with Vit C and others stuff, plus some cold pills. Tonight, another night of home early do a few loads of laundry and take myself to the bed.

Today is Veteran’s Day. Happy Day for our Servicemen and Servicewomen. I’d like to write something today about that but…it maybe an evening post. I will however share this, from Kieth Olberman. His special comment on Prop 8 brought me to my feet.

It’s also 11/11.

I have a thing about 11:11 so maybe today at 11:11 11/11 something brilliant will happen!

I hope it does for all of you.

I’m taking my drag queen voice into the kitchen for coffee. Happy Happy Tuesday. and again, thank you all for the phone calls, voicemails, texts, posts, comments, cards of delicious firemen, and generous love for me this weekend. I am the luckiest girl in the world.

I love my birthday. I always really have. There have only been maybe one or two times that I did the anti-birthday thing and pretty sure that can be traced directly back to Ex-Him. Whatever.

I love my birthday. And we have been celebrating…a LOT. I feel very secure in the fact that I will need either a kidney or a liver transplant by tomorrow.

Having said that, let me please say this:

THANK YOU SO MUCH to all of you, for participating in this with me. I am most blessed by all of you. Near and far. I am surrounded by love and let me just say, I’m aware of it and I am NOT taking it for granted.

I love you back.

Here’s a few words from a man that we all know I love:

“People talk about the meaning of life; there is no meaning of life–there are
lots of meanings of different lives, and you must decide what you want your own
to be.” — Joseph Campbell

I’m taking those to heart this year. Clean slate. Do-over. Do-better.

BRING.
IT.
ON.

yes we can.

Kizz, Clemo, and Gert, I love those posts! Go over and see what they gave me today!!!