So, I just finished looking at my cousin’s photo collection online. Shit the bed! he’s good!!! Go. Have a cookie lookie. I didn’t ask permission to post this link, but he’s got it posted on his myspace which isn’t private so I’m taking a chance. He’s effing brilliant. Kizz…you with your love…methinks you’ll especially enjoy.

AND I’M RELATED TO THIS ONE!!!

can already envision prints in my new house.

ps…think weightless thoughts for me tomorrow. Lot’s of emotional eating last week. Bleagh.

I’ll be closing on my house March 17th!!! Did some more signing and re-signing with my realtor this afternoon. We are set to launch! I’m just crossing my fingers that the things being done on the house are being done correctly and everything is easy like Sunday morning from here on out.

Some numbnuts two houses down from me has a Ron Paul sign in their yard. WTF?!?!? great. of all the streets in the Village, I had to move next door to it’s idiot. flop.

I’ve been watching the election returns all evening. I tried to go workout. I did. But i got usurped for the last treadmill by a worker and her new client. When I went to get on an elliptical, the two left were broke down palace. again, WTF??? it was just what I needed to march my fat ass right out the door and head home. PFFFT. Not to worry, I’ll be there tomorrow, going the extra mile to make up for it. I did get grocery shopping done. Lots of fresh veggies, which I roasted for dinner and have now given me extraordinary gas. Got the cats fed and got some other tiddly stuff done here at the frontier. And by tiddly, I mean tootly.

Lot’s of good going on this week. Gert is getting good stuff from the Universe. she’s over in the booth at Hudson’s if you are wondering. I’m excited about closing. I am not excited, however, about not being able to vote today. No, no, I didn’t commit a fealony since this morning. The Village didn’t vote on it. Apparently one has to pay utilities in OKC and if one lives in another incorporated section of the city that is it’s own thing, one gets screwed out of a vote.

Oh. Hillary just got Ohio. Interesting. This thing is going to the mattresses. no doubt.

So anyway, still don’t know if the city voted for it or not. I’ll stay up for the highlights on the 10 o’clock news and maybe see.

that’s it for me. I’m off to find some tums or gas-x. Seriously. Boo Hiss on roasted veggies for dinner. Give me that effing cheeseburger.

My city, which is still on a diet, is also making strides toward becoming a real place to live. We have gained momentum with our Bricktown area, our event centers, with many things that are making OKC a better place to live. Today we’re having a vote. It’s to continue the one cent sales tax that we’ve had for umpteen years. One cent, continuing for 15 months OR 9 months. Why the difference you ask? Well…we want a basketball team.

We hosted the New Orleans Hornets for a few years after Katrina and this city exploded with support. Industry boomed. We loved it. and we want to do it again. Apparently we are close to getting the Seattle Sonics. I don’t have a lot of details and info on this deal, MGirl is the one who has that in her brain. But I know there is support for the team here. And we need this tax to pass to make the necessary improvements to our venue. If we don’t get the team, that’s where the 9 months comes in. If we do get the team it goes the full1 15. Which is fine fine fine and dandy like a hard candy Christmas to me. I’ll pay that one cent. I’m all over some Big League City!

I encourage you, wherever you are, whatever your stand to go vote. Texas and Ohio? You guys are in the hot seats today. Get up out of it and go VOTE!! If you’ve seen this blog, or read any of my posts or seen my myspace page you know which side of the fence I’m standing on. Again, I say, pick a side. Be proactive. Be engaged. Participate.

Some big league love going out to Gert today. Love and Light girl. Love and Light.

This is the meltdown that happens when it’s time to leave the frontier. I can’t say that I blame him. I hate goodbyes too. CaliCousin1 commented upon our leaving (and my tears)”I don’t know why you cry so much!”

me neither.

It’s been a tumultuous week. I wish I could have the brain power to retain and retell the minutia of it all, but I don’t. However, I have photos and high points.

Sis, Mom and Wonderboy came in from Arkansas on wed, as you know. I left work early and ran around to complete my list of tasks, got it all in, even a workout and a tan! We spent the evening anticipating and got on the road the next morning. It wasn’t until I was in the car that i found out the other woman was NOT going to be there. I had almost worked myself up into a spell at the thought of running interference between the former wives and that one. So…whew. We got a freebie on that one.

It was horrible, the reason for the gathering, but I have to say I had the BEST TIME with my cousins and family. It’s been far too long since we’ve all been together. The CaliCousins 1,2 and 3 along with the Texascousins 1 and 2 kept me laughing every second. I hate that we’re all so far apart because frankly, we are funny. And seem to really connect. I think we’d hang out if we had the opportunity! Anyway, we get there and after awhile I take mom into the bigger small town to check into the Motel. I feel edgy and want to hit the grocery store for some stuff to dye Easter eggs, thinking Wonderboy and all of us could have some fun with a project. Pass the time.Calicousin 3 and Texascousin 1 go with me(will think of good blog names for them soon) We take Road to Motel and drop off mom. We then take Road to dollar general where we found the touchstone of the entire visit. Bling Jewlrey! Cheap, shiny, plastic. Some dollar sings, some with the words BlingBling, some medallions. Perfect! Actually CC3 found one and I had to get one for all 7 of us grandkids. It was just the thing I was looking for. Silly, stupid fun. Anyways we can’t find the necklace so we get the worker girl to go on the hunt. FINALLY! we hit pay dirt. She even found a kit of sorts that came complete with a shiny wallet and some million dollar bills, a grill, some rings, a set of sunglasses and another necklace. Perfect. I smell family photos coming on!

We then hit the local supermarket for foodstuffs for dinner that night and whatever else we can find that we must have. As we are walking in, it was as if the music screeched to a halt and everyone stopped to stare at us. They watched us walk around, they opened a lane to check us out. Both guys are somewhere between 6’3 and 6’7 and I’m not a petite flower by any means so I think it was just because they weren’t used to such height. who knows. More laughter for us.

We got home and dispensed with our gifts and they became an instant cult classic. We gave one to MeMe and she wore it around the house, even answering the door to greet guests! She says,”I answered that door and totally forgot I was wearing my blink-blink!” That sent us on another tangent!

We really had a great visit. I didn’t want to leave. Lot’s of laughter thru tears. Lot’s of tears. I’m exhausted emotionally and physically from the tears and the laughs! it was a nice balance. I’ve found my people on myspace so hopefully we’ll be better at keeping in touch.

We got home Friday night and I got up and worked my ass off on Saturday. My phone was blowing up with calls and texts and I had no time to do anything about any of it. Saturday night was Maegen’s party and can I just say, WAHOO!!! A party was exactly what i needed to twist off from the week. back in the hometown, familiar faces.Kevintatesdad, here’s a pic of me and Steve Maddox! Tell Sandy to have a cookie lookie! Good times.

Sunday afternoon we gave my sis her baby shower and she got a great haul of new stuff. We are all beat down to just fuzzy nubs. Flop. She had a good time. I’m glad we did it. They left early this morning, trying to beat the weather which is looking to hit their part of the world sometime today. the cats are all very happy to have peace and quiet back to the house. Wonderboy had just a small altercation with Stormy Soprano. He came into the living room holding his wrist and started wailing. I didn’t pull his tail!! I only touched it! He broke my pipe!(sliced open a vein) I don’t think I can go back to Arkansas!! I almost horked up my coffee and had to get the band-aids and ointment and perform emergency surgery while laughing inside!! I’m not the only one in the family who hates goodbyes!

Next week is M’Lynns birthday celebration then the next weekend is me back to Arkansas for Wonderboys 6th birthday. (it’s actually Tuesday the 11th) and then possibly closing on the house on the next week. We’ll see how things are moving along. will keep you updated.
Today is just rest for me and the Bonusmom. We’ve had it. I need to get laundry done and make a trip to the grocery store for some provisions for the week and that’s the extent of my working. Going to try to upload pictures of the week. My computer is acting funky so we’ll see how that goes.
thank you all so much for your thoughts and prayers and texts and phone calls. You can’t possibly know how much it means to me.
love love love.

I love my netflix! Chrome…thanks for the push!!

Yesterday after I completed every single thing on my list of things to do, after I got home and spent quality time with the fam and tried on every piece of clothing in my closet for the trip, after everyone was tucked into their beds, I crawled into mine. Snuggled up with Kikimama and Little Black Sambo and we watched the second disc of season one of Freaks and Geeks.

I want more Seth Rogan. But the kid that they cast for the tall skinny geek boy, he’s got the big googlie glasses…I swear he made me laugh so hard I almost had to change the sheets! I highly recommend.

The Wonderboy has been up since the crack of ass. We’ve played leggos, spiderman leggos and served mom and sis breakfast in bed complete with a japanese tea ritual, bows and all. I have learned that Doc Oc was a fat guy who turned into a big octopus thingy. who knew. possibly all of you, but it was news to me.

During our breakfast in bed he comes in wiht his hands behind his back and says, “Find something to hit me with real soft…” Heh heh heh. Bonusmom finds a pair of gloves out of the drawer and whops him with it and ppppppfffffffffffftttttttt. out from his butt area…Starburst candy!!!

he’s a pinata.

Sis said he talked the entire 4 hours of the drive here, including making up fake words to the theme song of scooby dooby doo.

we are pretty sure he’s my child.

Now we’re looking for his indians and cowboys. Gotta go. major emergency here!

Leaving this morning and heading back tomorrow. Apparently sis said that the new one won’t be there, so only the ex-wives on this trip. Huge sigh of relief. . . having said that I cannot imagine loving a man and letting him bury his father alone. But the thought of facing that fire. . . lesser of two evils I suppose. bla bla bla fishcakes. Tired of yakking about this topic.

I love you. I love the Wonderboy. I love George. I’ll be back this weekend.

Am better…in the thinking department. I swear, I’d like to print off that comment section and frame it and every time I get lonely or blue I can just read it. You guys are the most amazing set of people. I hope I am half, one-tenth as good to you. Truly.

Today I go in early and work until 4. Then on my list: make arrangements for flowers. take boots to get heel replaced. find funeral clothes. find sis’s shower gift for Sunday. clean out inside of car that is a disaster area. wash outside of car. home to prepare for the commotion.

we’ll get up early tomorrow and get ready and head down. I’m sure it’ll be interesting. I’m bringing the two ex wives and the grandchild. One can only hope Wonderboy has a cape and buffer powers strong enough to handle this one. Tomorrow night is family visitation. None of this I’m interested in. I don’t like sitting in the funeral home with the body and making chit chat with ole mrs. blabadebla from down the road and second farm to the left. sigh. Then the service is Friday at 10:30 at the FBC. Granite is a small small town but they’ve got some churches!! We will do all of that and hopefully the weather won’t be fridgid but oh well. Returning to the frontier Friday afternoon/evening.

I’ll make a huge vat of my black-eyed-pea salsa per Maegen’s request for her party Saturday night and get stuff lined out for sis’s shower on Sunday.

Had a conversation with my realtor yesterday. Looks like we can try to close on the house March 17th!! 4:00p.m. This is Wonderboy’s birthday weekend, but I would have been home by 4 on Monday anyway. March 17th, (while it is also one of my very fav holidays) is also Joe’s birthday and the day that MeeShell goes to the preggo doc for the first time. All good signs I do believe. I have picked out paint colors. That’s it thus far. Trying to focus on the pretty this week.

Thanks to you all. for the love for the light for the comments and support. Big Fat Love to you. xoxo

9io (that was Scrunch wanting to type to you all!)

All apologies for any offence taken about the LifeChurch comment I made below. I have several friends who are very much at home and feel very filled and spiritually lead by this organization. I in no way, meant to imply that it didn’t do that.

It doesn’t do that for me.

I’m just much more of a traditionalist when it comes to that. Not bad. Just different. So if you’re reading, I thank you for reading. And again, so sorry for the stepping in it.

I’m sad.
And I feel selfish. really really selfish.

I’m sad, to the bone sad for losing PapaJames. But I am so thankful that the Lord saw fit to take him from the miserable miserable existence he was living. Meme, bless her crazy soul. . . well they have been battling in circles for some years. He with the Parkinson’s and the Alzheimer’s and she with the brain cloud, walking around hiding his glasses making him think he was going crazy. . . just bad news. And towards the end, they had to shave his mustache because of the food and drool…just thought of that. I bet he won’t have it. Oh. man.

I’m sad…because I just wish I had someone to hold me tonight. Not a random, faceless someone. Not that at all. I wish I had that best friend, who knows me, who laughs with me, talks with me about anything and everything. Someone who doesn’t smoke pot or do drugs. (you wouldn’t believe how difficult that first part is to find around here) Someone who understands that I will have to work long hours and will be tired when I get home, who doesn’t need me to be happy, but is so happy to be with me. Someone who understands the importance of my grandparents in my life, who forgives the crazy dysfunction that is my immediate family, and feels the same way about his. I want someone who wants to take trips. Someone to see the world with. Someone who will embrace my friends with all their wonky traits that i love so much. Someone who will get as many laughs from the Wonderboy and Wonderbaby as I do. Someone who is intelligent, who keeps learning and encourages me to do the same. I want someone who wants to go to church, who knows what the word tithe means and not some kind of LifeChurch experience, but a true, lift you up, filling experience. Someone who encourages my art, and will experience it with me. Someone faithful. Someone faithful. Someone faithful.

The thing is…I believe in him. I believe in all of it. Even after the poor choices and disasters that are in my wake…it’s there. I know it is.

and i know you aren’t supposed to miss things that you’ve never had…but in this case i think…an exception.

So you see.
Selfish.
My dad has lost his father. Our family, so fractured will all come together this week face to face and try to hold it together. Ex’s will share space with ex’s. tears and memories and blessings and gratitude.
and I’m sad because I want someone to hold me tonight.