SO. . . just got off the phone with mom and she reminded me that I now live not too far away from the place where the “devil worshippers” live…I vaguely remember something like that rumored when I was in high school. Well. Shit the bed. It’s just the kind of thing that will stick in my head and keep me freaked out all night. This is precisely why I don’t watch scary movies, ro read horror books etc. I spend too much time alone to get scared. I’m trying to talk it out of my psyche so I can actually sleep tonight.

I weigh in tomorrow. Wish me lightness. I skipped last week due to having ingested most everything but the cat food on the weekend, and the Pilot was due at 12:45 and that’s usually when I walk back in from the meeting and I didn’t want to be rushed for his appointment. so. back at it tomorrow.

I love this man.
watching him dance with Scary Spice makes me moist.

Tell me whatcha want whatcha really really want, I’ll tell ya what I want what I really really want.

I don’t know how the F Dr. Quinn just got saved from elimination but I protest. Looudly!!!

I should hear something tomorrow about the Carpenter Square audition…cross your fingers for me.

It seems as if I’m asking you to do a lot for me. Send me strength, make me laugh, keep me from crying, send me good luck, keep me company here so the Devil Worshippers won’t get me…for that, thank you.

Can I do anything for you?

NabloPoMo starts Thursday. That is a commitment to blog once a day for the entire month of November. I believe it to include commenting as well. I encourage you to sign up, participate and comment! COMMENT!! I will encourage you to blog, and I commit to commenting for your efforts…it really makes it fun to read those, eh?

I’m off to do some dishes, work on Steel Mags script and finish watching DWTStars. Barry Manilow is the guest singer. . . . who doesn’t love Copacabana????

It was certainly a day. I tell you guys, I’m exhausted. I feel like I got MY tail amputated…worn out. I picked him up, and $110 later, with meds and instructions for follow up visits and stitches removal and don’t let him eat a lot, don’t let him outside, don’t let him chew on his tail (are they KIDDING ME??) we’re home for the evening. The vet had no idea as to what it was that took the tail. I looked all around for the bits should they be lying about, but nada. Nothing. Zilch.
It was just–come in the house for breakfast (he hadn’t been outside all that long because he slept at the foot of my bed all night) and Mom sees that the ass end of the tail has been blown to bits. That’s it. That’s all I’ve got and Sambo ain’t talkin’.

He’s been fine, he wants out so is pissed that he’s in. I’ve decided to keep at least the two black cats inside for Halloween. Maybe I’m paranoid, but when I was growing up my black cat Pepper used to come home with spray paint down his back. Gah.

If you haven’t already, go look at my post from earlier today. Read the comments. This, faithful readers, is the truest of friendships. Chrome, Kizz, Gert this is me giving you a big fat kiss.

MWAH!!!!!

Thanks for the words, and for the laughs. Big fat ass no tail kitty love comes from Sambo as well.

Just got back from taking Little Black Sambo to the vet for his band aid and shot of meds. . . little did I know. They took him back to look at the broken tail and came back and said

THEY WERE GOING TO HAVE TO AMPUTATE!!!
and would I sign this surgery release and did I want the pre surgery blood work and the post op pain meds and sign here and bla bla bla.

I looked like that picture as I drove away. My poor baby. I thought I as going to throw up having to leave there without him.

Then I started laughing and got some perspective, he’s going to be fine, it’s all good. I called in to the salon and my whole day has re-scheduled so I have NOTHING on the books. I’m now making myself finish some breakfast, post this, change clothes and go in to sit for awhile and get some hours. Today will be the day I finally get my oil changed and I can pick him up when he’s ready around 4.

Send me strength people. If I ever had human children, you’d just have to send me to The Betty.

do we think George would visit?

Tail, tail, tail, chasing my tail, looking for tail, wanting a tail, it’s a common theme here….but this morning it goes beyond theme…my little black Sambo came waltzing in from the garage this morning without the end of his tail. Just like that.
He seems just fine, not crying, no noise. He’s tucked in taking care of it. He’s jumped into my lap and needed petting. Usual morning, just with the end of his tail blown off. I don’t know if it was run over? If something bit it off, or if it was caught in something. I ran right out and opened both garage doors to see if it was smashed under that, no tail.

Poor baby.

I’m headed to the vet here in a few mintues after they get opened…ka ching. ka ching. oh well…

All this at 6:30 in the morning. Bonusmom took off for some work stuff early today, then is heading to stay with Wonderboy for the rest of the week. He’s going to be the Red Power Ranger tomorrow. Wicked cute.

There has been a little action with the social experiment. Emailing with someone to start out. I think my pic sucks and need a new one that makes me look less like a circus freak and more like a Playboy bunny who likes to make cupcakes.

Huh.

Whatever. I hope your tail is intact, and that you have a good day and that you always know, dear readers, that I love George Clooney.

Had a great weekend, I hope you did too. Worked myself into a tizzy on Friday and Saturday. Good money days at work, finally. Friday night my NYC co-hort and I went for a beer after work and accidentally had five hours worth. Oy Vey. Unfortunate. Saturday night I was with the purple pool gals and family at the Waterford bar for drinks, then to Bellini’s for dinner. The food was amazing, the wine was smooth and delicious, the company was full of love and laughter. I had a sleepover at M’Lynn’s that night and we were like teenagers! Curled up on the couch, a fire in the fireplace, talking about boys. Such good times!

Sunday I went to Chickasha for Steel Magnolias rehearsal. Good grief. Train wreck was a nice way to describe it. We’d been away from each other for a month or so, and it showed. We have another tonight, and again on Thursday before the show on Saturday. This is a stylized staged reading, and we still have scripts and some props. We just never found our groove yesterday. I’m sure it’ll be better today.

I went over to a cast member’s house to cut her hair and have dinner. What a great time. The food was so good, we laughed all night.I want her and her husband to start blogging and to sign up for NaBloPoMo. He’s an artist, she’s a writer, it’d be a great thing for them!I’ll let you know if they sign up.

My cup is full this weekend with friends and laughter and food and love.

Gert starts new stuff today, so send her your good joo-joo. Not that she needs it. the Supercouple call me The Cat, but that girl lands on her feet every single day. Go get it sis!!

What else? Oh yeah, Kizz’s Sox kicked some baseball ass this week. Isn’t she the happy one? Congrats babe! I’m sure you’re deliciously happy today!

There’s nothing new to report on the “dating game.” I have my eye on someone not even related to the social experiment,but feeling a little hopeless about him today. Whatever. PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT. That’s my take on it.

I do have an audition this afternoon for Rabbit Hole at Carpenter Square. That is exciting…if I get cast though, my trip to Arizona in January may or may not happen. Will just have to play it by ear.

Ok. I’m boring today. You guys have a great day and never forget that I love George Clooney.

Its Nan’s birhday. Scorpio Power!!! She loves all things Cuban, so I’ve put together a little Cuban birthday for her. Happy Day my dear Nan!!!

A phrase used by secretary of state Condeleeza Rice regarding the Iran/Moscow/Fuckitymuck situation in the world. . . . ?

or

a phrase to describe my love life?

So, I had a few more “matches” yesterday. I can honestly say, I still really really don’t enjoy the process like this. I’d really much rather just happenstance meet a man, strike up a conversation and go from there. However, I work with women. all women. Mostly 19-27 year old women who, if they had anyone to introduce me to, would be the same age and to that I give The Dolphin. Eh Eh. Eh Eh.

Forging on.

One fella answered my set of ??’s and I’m afraid we’re going to have to let him go. One of my?’s is “how much alone time do you need in a relationship?” and he answered “my work hours are enough alone time, I want to spend all the other time with my partner”

and “if you go to a party with your date and don’t know anyone you usually…”

now these are multiple choice answers or you can write in your own. There is a choice of “stay by my date the whole time, go stand in a corner, strike out and talk to new people, say i don’t want to go at all”

His answer was stay by the date all night long, never leaving their side.

Huh.

I’m looking for an answer of a AND b.

I’m already saying not so much to this match so will probably close it. Here are my feelings on that. I don’t want to hurt his feelings. What if no one else talks to me???

This social experiment is difficult, folks.

Oh yeah, and there have been a few guys who’ve sent ME their ??’s…every one of them the last question is “how do you feel about pre-marital sex?”

Bet if I answered “oh hell, just get me drunk and fall on top of me” I’d get a shitload of responses!!!!! Bwa ha ha ha ha.

Whatever.

have a crazy busy weekend/work. Busy at work. Going to try to see a play tonight, then tomorrow night am meeting up with Purple Pool gals for dinner and drinks. Sunday, going to try to hit auditions at C2, then rehearsal in Chickasha as well as Monday. BonusMom is out of town this next week, until Sunday so the Frontier is my own. . . I may build a fire and just sit out there and vege next weekend. Anyone interested, come on down…

Whatever is on your plate this weekend, have an extra helping for me. Enjoy. Did you see the moon???? Freakin’ amazing. Go Sox! I love George Clooney. (I’m sure he’d answer my ?? perfectly We’re having coffee together this morning)

get oil changed
officially sign up for NaBloPoMo
figure out Sitemeter for my blog
either figure out why I can’t see quicktime images or take the damned machine to the guys who know
get oil changed
audition for Rabbit Hole at Carpenter Square this weekend.
rehearsal for Steel mags in Chickasha sunday and monday and thursday
Waterford bar with Martha on Saturday night
go look at the moon right this minute.

I know we’re all busy. There’s baseball to watch, kids to raise, places to fly off to, home hair to do, cats to feed, blogs to post. But, gentle readers, do take a moment tonight to go outside and look at the moon.

It’s full tonight. It will be the largest full moon of the year due to the fact that it’s 30gozillion miles closer to the earth. It’s a Joe vs. the Volcano moon.

We all know I’m a moon lover. It will stop me in my tracks…gorgeous. I think tonight will be no different.

So, wherever you are, whatever you’re doing. Stop. Go. Look.

and remember, I love George Clooney. **like a cat in heat

Below is copied from one of the dating sites I’m on. Filling out this info was harder than I thought, I tried to really think it through and put myself in the readers shoes then i though F it. I yam what i yam. gak gak gak gak. Comments? suggestions?

For Fun:

I like to meet my friends at happy hour and laugh the day away. I like to go to movies, to the theatre, watch sports on tv, read, and cook among other things. I’m more at home at tail gate than a ballroom party, however I do know which fork is which
my job:

Hair Stylist
my education:

Bachelors of Arts with double major in Theatre Performance and English
favorite hot spots:

I’m more of a neighborhood bar girl than a bricktown club girl. I love live music as well as quiet hideaway spots. I love to travel, anywhere. From New York to Wyoming, I’m happy. I’d love to visit Europe someday, Italy may be my chosen country.
favorite things:

Coffee, a fire in the fireplace, sitting on the porch sharing a pitcher of margaritas with my friends, summer nights, football, March Madness, spicy foods, good movies, even better books, watching t.v. going to the theatre, hanging with friends.
last read:

I read a variety of things. Mostly fiction. Good meaty novels, and brain candy fluff equally. The last thing I read was non-fiction, a memoir by Augusten Burroughs called Dry. I have several books by my bed now awaiting their turn.

About Me
About my life and what I’m looking for

My favorite thing to do is laugh. I think a day without laughter is a day wasted…those aren’t my words, I probably stole them off of a card or something, but I believe it. I try not to take life too seriously, but am serious about wanting to live a good life, to be the best person, friend, worker, companion I can be. I like quiet evenings as well as rowdy weekends. I can watch football until I’m cross eyed, or cook a meal for 20 without too much stress. My eyes water when I get nervous. I will scrimp on most things except ketchup and toilet paper. I say what is on my mind, am not good at playing games and have no patience for stupidity, though I do embrace the ridiculous. I want someone to hang out with, have a beer with, travel with, laugh with. I don’t believe in perfection and I think normalcy is highly overrated, even though I keep working to find it.