Ok. Works for me. Boy has twenty minutes from the time he won gold till he swims again. Bless his heart. They’re rubbing him down now…live…on the tv…

flop.

Tropic Thunder. NOT Thunder Rolls. I called that movie by the wrong name three times in three different places online yesterday and today. gah. Touch of the funk apparently. Not ennui funk, more like cobweb crowded emotion funk! So. It’s called Tropic Thunder. I laughed. So did Joe. I chuckled aloud today. Go check it out this weekend.

I almost ordered a new computer a while ago. I want a new Apple. MacBook or MacPro. I was juuuuuuuuuuuust about to hit that order key, lured in by the “only bla bla dollars a month on this credit card” and decided to step away. I’m going to venture into the arena of home waxing instead.

I know. One begat the other in the natural order of the world, right? Funkytown. That’s where I’m a livin’ apparently.

I got a wax machine for the home. and went today and bought supplies. Yes. I need to wax the brows and those of friends and fam…but I’m going to take a crack at the southside…we’ll see how that goes. If you feel the world stop on it’s axis and hear a scream that can only come from the undead…that’d be me pulling the wax off my own who-ha regions. heh. heh. better open some wine.

Weighed in today. Good stuff. Down 2.4 or this computer. (not the one I was about to buy)and that is a number I’m all over. ALL OVER IT!!!

I’m ass deep into the Olympics. My eyes are bloodshot from the computer and tv and the reading I’m doing on the last book in the Twilight series which I started today. In a perfect world, I’d be on a beach surrounded by all of this reading and watching, awaiting my husband Michael Phelps to arrive after the games. sigh. as it is, I’m in the big chair, with a frozen sorbet melting right here on the little table by me, with a rock-n-roll-thunder-and-lightening show errupting outside. I love this state.

and I love you. Cross your fingers…swimmin’s coming up next!!!

Joe and I went to see Thunder Rolls last night. I don’t know who hurt more after it was over. Highly inappropriate humor…exactly the kind I like! It’s an equal opportunity offender with ridiculously talented kick ass performances by the four guys as well as some surprise cameos that are sure to please! I say BAHHHHHHH and Pahooey to all the buzz from the groups who are kicking up the stink…go and see for yourself!

I may actually never get over Robert Downey Jr. He’s had a piece of me for a looooooong time now but this. . . this may very well be the kicker! heh heh heh.

Alpa Chino: Maybe I just knew I had to represent…
Kirk Lazarus: Hot damn!
Alpa Chino: …because they had one good part in there for a *black* man, and they gave it to “Crocodile Dundee”!
Kirk Lazarus: [offended] Pump your brakes kid, that man’s a national treasure.

You know what’s freakin me out lately? On the Facebook there is this place on one’s homepage that suggests people you may want to be friends with due to associations or other friends that you have the same. They pop up the pic and the name and say, “zelda, (but facebook uses real names) you may want to be friends with bla bla because you both went to USAO”

For three days in a row I’ve pulled up my Facebook page only to find this:

“Zelda, you may want to be friends with EX HUSBAND because you both went to USAO”

Gaaaaaaahhh!!

freakin me out. like, worse than midget*freaking out. My first reaction is can he SEE ME?????? gah.

After I got home I stayed up past midnight watching the games. Did you see all the guys FALL DOWN???? the Chinese gymnast who flew cockamamie off the rings and fell down. oy vey. that’s gonna leave a mark. My boy friend swims again tonight/today and the girls gymnasts compete as well. HALAKALEEM!!

*which by the way, Kizz, please tell that story when we come up. Mgirl and Mandrea need to hear it from your perspective!

Tenth and Eleventh career gold medal. Awe inspiring and just freakin amazing. Oh….and one of those he did without SIGHT. Good lord, if that man ever put on the Batsuit you would be visiting me in the nervous hospital.

Flop.
Splat.
Bleeeeeaaaghhh.

that was me.

So I want to reiterate, Gert’s house over on Hysteria Lane is under construction. Her work IT dept is sniffing around on who and what and bla bla bla on the internet and it made her hole pucker up a little. She’s alive and fine and is hanging out over at the Corner Booth at Hudson’s. go on over and have a cold one with her there until the construction guys leave. Joe posted some might fine pics of my man yesterday too….I love it!!!

I stayed up way late watching coverage, so I’ve slept thru my gym workout. Am sippin coffee and looking at my ottoman. (I’m such a freakin grownup with an ottoman!) On it I have 1 book I just finished that left my brain a little melty, 1 book that I’m about a quarter of the way into, 1 that I haven’t read yet, this months’ Vanity Fair….have I told you all this yet? This is ringing familair. I’m in the middle of a brain melt, as previously mentioned…we’ll just tag this here. Needless to say I have a bunch of stuff to read and watch and I just got the FOURTH book in the TWILIGHT series from a friend yesterday and am itching to start that! Ha!!!

what else? more coffee. yes.

so I got a thing from the social security office yesterday. one of those printouts that shows how much you’ve paid out over your lifetime of paying….kind of cool other than this little tidbit. It’s addressed to Zelda Married Last Name. WTF????? What does that MEAN??? I legally changed back to my maiden name (ha. maiden. that cracks me up) at the divorce. It’s in the papers. Of which I have fresh copies due to the whole buying of the house bla ba dee bla. MARRIED LAST NAME??? am I still somehow CONNECTED??????

what should I do? well, probably call the SSoffice, yes. my first thought too. I dread that. The Government never makes anything easy…maybe I can change my name online? If I have to legally change my name again, I’m seriously considering the last name Ridiculous.

Ok yall….i love ya. I have a FULL day today. Chemical Ali ain’t got nuthin on Chemical Zelda. Not another perm today, but another straightener. Stinky and profitable!!!

Happy Humping Day. I’m thinking wet, golden, chlorine filled humping thoughts of this:

That’s me in the white dress…they air brushed the bejesus out of my face so you may have to squint, but I’m sure you’ll recognize me by my body. it’s exactly the same as in the pictures.

Gert’s over at the Corner Booth for awhile. Don’t freak, everything is fine. IT/Work stuff led to the Lane Closings. She’s still chatty. Go. Have a looksee.

about being with those of your tribe. Those that KNOW you. KNEW you WHEN!

spent the evening laughing my makeup off with joe and mandrea and the funny ha ha’s of 796 Entertainment. Tonight was….one of those moments when you KNOW you are watching someone that is on the precipice…about to explode. When we next see this fella…well it will be somewhere other than the Speakeasy.

So… good night of laughing to cap off a night of good. Had dinner with Bonusmom. It was grand. We got caught up and reconnected. We will both be in Arkansas next weekend and are looking forward to it Then went to watch comedy with joe and mandrea. good times.

My boyfriend Michael Phelps won again tonight. THREE. Geeze Louise. that man….woof.

I will leave you tonight with this…if you make your bed with fresh sheets at one a.m….is it still Clean Sheet Monday?????

Thank GOD for the rain. After weeks of 100 plus weather, this is a blessig! Another fat weekend behind me. Urinetown with the redhead on Friday was good. I enjoy spending time with him. I think he likes it too. The musical was good. Not lifechanging but good. Saturday was Mandrea’s birthday celebration. We kicked into extra high gear due to her relationship angst that was ongoing. It’s since cleared up so that’s good I suppose. We tried two new places here in the metro. Good food and drinks in the night. Then I brought us home. Mandrea went made up with her boyfriend and Mgirl went and followed her heart. I was home. With the olympics on the dvr.

Yesterday I slept in, went to a friends house and did a haircut and a perm. Then back home for a bit. Met Mgirl out for a little while to hear about the rest of her weekend. I didn’t feel a bit like drinking so I just drank water much to everyone’s chagrin. Then I bolted. I wanted to watch the olympics and not be there anymore. Got home in time to see the USA team beat the shit out of the French and everyone else in the men’s relay!!! GOLD!! times TWO!!! Michael Phelps is fucking brilliant. nuff said.

I have a few things to get done today and no clear agenda on how they will happen. Going to have an early supper with BonusMom. I haven’t had much factime with her as of late. Miss her. We’re due for catching up. I’m heading to Arkansas next weekend for school hair. Wonderboy starts the FIRST GRADE. oy vey. anyway, it’ll be a quick trip but will be fun.

This week is just working on making commission at work. I think I’m on track for a good one. Crossing fingers.

I have about 4 books to read, two of which I’ve started. This months Vanity Fair. The last four eps of Band of Brothers. More Rob Bell dvd’s to watch. My netflixed dvd’s that I haven’t even touched. and I can’t stop watching the Olympics. I’m a junkie.

I hope your Monday is good. Easy like Sunday morning. The whole week. That’s my wish for you. Huzzuah and Halakaleem! I love George Clooney. But in the spirit of the games, I leave you with this:

The last time we had a day with these numbers…8-8-88 Princess Beatrice was born across the pond. Today…OPENING CEREMONIES!!!!! Good lord but I’m a junkie!

Can I just say, we should have waited to do my hair until today. It was a process. I believe many hands touched it…but it’s different and more “normal” still blonde, softer not quite so IN YOUR FACE!!! There’s a little ashy tint to it, but nothing I can’t live with until we do it again right before new york. Five weeks from tomorrow! Holy Crap!!!

I’m going to see Urinetown tonight with the redhead. I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks now. Gert in boarding her train to see her plus one…a.k.a. her BOYFRIEND for the weekend. My boyfriend Michael Phelps was just on the Today show, sporting some facial hair that quite frankly knocked me off my big green chair. Homina Homina Homina. He’s set to compete for 8 medals.

8-8-08. Supposed to be a big fat lucky day. I raise my cuppa coffee to you that it will be. 8 is the luckiest in Chinese numerology as well. Good fortune to everone today. What are your plans? Do you feel lucky?

Huzzuah and Happy Friday. I love everyone today!