Sign Sign, Everywhere I Sign

MeShell had the good sense to capture this moment on film via her cellphone. She’s gonna make a great momma someday!

Lawd, what a weekend!! Halakaleem! So many thank you’s to all of you for the texts/comments/myspace messages. MGirl said it right. I’ve got a great camp! I certainly do. For those of you who tromped thru the house before i got the balls to sign for it, all the while winking and nodding and encouraging me, I thank you! it’s going to be a crazy few months! But look at me now. Six months ago I was in such a dark, horrible place and now I’m a gosh danged homeowner!! What the fuck??? Let’s get it done fast before they realize that I’m sooooo not grown up and have been faking it all these years!

Monday is inspection day. 2pm. We have to make sure things are up to code and pass or I’m walking away from this baby, no deal. It’s more complicated than my brain can deal with but I’m doing ok, keeping up, treading water. My mind has shifted from the oh my gosh oh my gosh stuff to visualizing the bliss and memories I’m going to have in this fabulous place!!

I think I close march 30th. If all the stuff is done before, we’ll do it earlier. However, i don’t plan on moving until the end of April. I want to wait till after my sis has her baby. One big thing at a time. So far Holden Walker is growing and kicking and still is set to launch April 16ish. After that, I’ll call the movers and pack the piano and Forward march!!! Until then, I hope to get painting done, and some furniture bought and maybe get a washer/dryer but you know? If I don’t? whatever. Throw some cold beer in the fridge and move the hell in anyway!!

On the frontier alone this week. Me and the cats anyway. Bonusmom is spending time in Arkansas then going to her sis’s house in St Louis. So anyway, I’ll be hunting and gathering info for my mortgage man, working on taxes, sending break a leg wishes to the NYC gals, oh yeah, Valentimes is this week too. I’d better shave just in case George stops by, get the legs nice and smooth. maybe change the sheets…but that might jinx things! Ok. dirty sheets it is!

I’ve put off doing work for too long. Must sign of for a bit. Huzzuah and Halakaleem and i love George Clooney.

Ash Wednesday

Well, Hillary won quite clearly in our state. As did McCain. I figured he would but am very surprised that she did. I think too many people believe that we’d be selling our souls to have a president with a middle name of Hussein. (be reminded that I live in a very red state. blood red.) Much less a black man who allegedly doesn’t pledge the flag. good grief.

Still too close to call nationally, though. When are the other primaries? Soon, in the coming weeks I believe.

No Fat Tuesday celebration for me yesterday. I was so bad to my body all weekend long, but it was a little sad, no craw fish for me this year. it’s my favorite thing, though. maybe next year.

I have a few new houses to look at…a lot of houses are for sale by owner so that is a whole other new genre for me to learn about. Will keep you posted about that. I did have a dream last night about cooking lasagna for a certain man friend in my new house. It had wood floors and apparently my new couch is COM-FEE!! bwa ha ha ha ha. Someday…please God. Someday.

Speaking of God, do any of you observe Lent? Starts today. I observed it once, being the lapsed Baptist that I am. Well, raised Baptist, then dated/married Assembly of God(raised hands, speaking in tongues, boogidy boogidy stuff) for five or so years so I don’t know what that makes me. So once, my first tour it was me and four Catholics. We gave up fast food. Easy, eh? Well, when you are on the road, living in a van and in hotels, fast food is what you eat. We all did really well. We deemed Subway allowable and if anyone fell off, the money spent on fast food went into a kitty to be spent on beer at the end of Lent. God was ok with the beer part, right? It was the Easter Sunday lunch at the only Sonic in Illinois that made it so perfect!!

I have several friends that observe. BonusMom who is Lutheran, observes. I’d like to. You all may very well fall off your chairs, but I miss church. And not just CHURCH, but I miss that part of my life. I feel strongly (about more than my boobs) about this, and pretty much only discuss it with Martha or Gert. At a crossroads, I am.

I cannot log onto myspace. This week, it’s a hit or miss thing. I don’t know if it’s my computer that is possessed or what. I’m on a loop of logging in with my name and password and it processes it then sends me right back to the same thing. over and over and over and over. Once in a blue moon it takes and I get on. Tried for about an hour last night, so I just stayed logged on until late. Annoying. Grrrrrr.

The good news is that George says not to worry too much about my boobs. He says more than this hand full is a waste anyway. Huzzuah and Happy Humping Day. I’m off to the gym. I felt pretty good in my skinnier jeans on Sunday but oh the road is a long one.

Speaking of Boobs

NOTE***If you are reading this and trend toward the squemish or just don’t need to know anything about my boobs, sign off now. You have been warned. ***

Speaking of boobs…mine are going away. I think it to be the most unfair of all unfair’s that just because one works on losing one’s fat nasty ass, she has to lose the only thing she’s got going for her too.

I like my boobs. I always have. Never really obsessed on their size, sometimes wished they were bigger, but not enough to want surgery or feel ugly about them. They are fine with me. . . a little too responsive at times,(shots do it every time!ergo the padded bra) but hey, that’s ok with me. Recently though, I’ve been looking at them a lot. I did the pencil test while in the bathroom the other morning. You know what I’m talking about? Where you put a pencil under your boob and if it stays…well you’ve lost some perk.

Morbid, horrible test. nonetheless, I took it.

Flop. Pencil on floor immediately. Now, I was shocked and retook said test about oh…thirteen times. Yay! one would say! Perky!! Huh. I’m not so sure about that.
I’m pretty sure it’s because they are shrinking. Dwindling away, sadly swimming about in a bra that has become more like a tent than a snugly fitted glove.

WHY?!?!?!?!?

I’m sad about this. It’s not worth eating back the 30+lbs that have caused the little fuckers to shrink, but damnit!!! DAMN IT!

I know we all have body issues. Some of us have been used as a drive thru McDonalds by our children, some of us have battled disease and won, or lost, some of us have lost and gained and lost and gained, some of us are pre-dispositioned genetically. I get all of that. And I’m not comparing or competing with any of it.

But, I have to admit, I’m sad about my boobs.

Super Fat Tuesday

Recovering from the crazy wild weekend by doing absolutely nothing today. Laundry. Naps. Watched the Governor’s State of the State address. Looked at houses online. Thought about my vote tomorrow. I am closer to a decision. Not one hundred percent yet but closer. I want the one who can win. . .

Get out there tomorrow, brave the weather and make a choice.
Then we can celebrate Fat Tuesday with a big mess of crawfish!! Beads ya’ll!

Had a great Superbowl Sunday. Actually had a great weekend. Friday night with Dawn, B, ScottyRingo, Seige and Mgirl. Saturday night with Gert, Dawn, Seige and MGirl and Sunday with Seige, MGirl, Martha and SpencerforHire came at halftime. Halakaleem! It was a social weekend!! Exhausting, but fun!!

So that’s it for me. I have more to say about the voting and the super-ness of tomorrow but will probably just use that energy to figure out who I’m picking.

Huzzuah and Happy Monday.

Another One

I was right on with this one until the last two things. I’m not scared of marriage. I think I will get married someday. I like being in a relationship, I work well like that. So I’m going to not put a lot of faith in the crazy blog quiz…but take it anyway!!


The Keys to Your Heart


You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.

You’d like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.

Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything… no secrets.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.

In this moment, you think of love as something you don’t need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.