I can already tell, I’ll be running a little late this morning…should have done this post yesterday, or even Sunday, but needed some time to process, then had rehearsal and yesterday BonusMom and I ran ourselves raggedy all over the OKC preparing for FallFest “07 which is coming up this Friday out here on the Frontier.

Weekend was good. Went to dinner and backyard chatfest with M. Since the Purple Pool closed for the season, we haven’t seen each other. We’ve both been on trips, and started new projects, so we had some catching up to do. I finally got it into my head I wanted to go up to the bar, his daughter was texting me like crazy to come up for the party they were having, so I coerced my good gal pal Bee and her sexy sidekick ScottyRingo to join me.

Oh What A Night!!

We walk up to the door, and there on the patio is a former friend, former pack member who (due to her behavior and life choices which will remain detail-less) I haven’t spoken to in about 3 years. Fine. I walk right smack up to that table and say high to each of the four girls and walk right into the bar. Looking around, the only person who would understand the enormity off that situation was the Ex-Him. Meanwhile his daughter runs over to give me a welcome hug, he jumps off his bar stool to come over, I lean in to whisper HOLY SHIT BLA BLA IS OUTSIDE and as I look over his shoulder I see Ex-Him’s Current-Her.

the fuck?

Who’d I piss off in the Universe this weekend?

Bee, ScottyRingo and myself grab a table and a hand full of cold beer and I proceed to fill them in on all the details of the patio drama and oh yeah, look to the right that is the new Her. harumph. It was all pretty cool, pretty civilized. One of the patio girls did come in to talk to me and that was fine until she made the comment “are you going to talk to BlaBla?” –“I believe I just did. I said Hi.” –“Well are you going to fix that?” –” I didn’t break anything. have a nice night.”

we invoked the Seinfield “sign of come rescue me” and all night long we were team working through crazy people who would stop by our table. I’m sure we looked like escapees from the funny farm, drinking beer, patting the tops of our heads frantically…whatever

we then proceeded to laugh, take lots of hysterical photos and take shots of…beer. I don’t think the whole world was laughing, but we were doing it enough for everybody. I had on my pants that had deep pockets full of grace and dignity and pretty much ignored the situations at hand and just had a good time…ergo the tater tot and top gun post from Sunday. Bwa ha ha ha ha.

October is here. This one is a busy one for me, rehearsals for two shows, fall fest, two performances, race for the cure…all packed into these 31 days. Woo Hoo!!! It’s way past time for me to be in the shower. Have a great day. grab a shot glass and fill it with coffee, or water, whatever your pleasure, toss it back and cry:Huzzuah to a new month!!!

how great are my friends? What a nice get well wish...with my boyfriend Tony…who I’VE BEEN MISSING due to other things to watch on Monday, and no dvr. sigh. he’s the best.

Feeling better today. Back among the land of the living. Just polished off a nice dinner of baked fish, steamed broccoli, corn from the garden. . . and oh yeah, the rice that is still in the microwave that i just remembered right this minute. Bottle of wine. Nice Friday night. . . I really wanted to go out for a drink and be social with people but frankly, need to give the body a rest. So here I am.

Today was good. It started off with one of my fav new clients, SpencerForHire. He makes me laugh and laugh and laugh. However, he gave me some insight to that male mind. . . one that is scared of a single women who owns cats. “Oh Zelda, noooooo” was actually his response to my revelation. And what was funny was that I tried to back it up with “but I really like dogs but couldn’t have one because He didn’t want one and we rented and bla bla bla. I want to get a dog when I get my house…”

why did I do that?

Still trying to qualify my life and my choices. Just goes to show you that just cuz I look to be all there, sister has a few gee dee screws loose.

So. Effing. What.

I like cats. I happen to like most animals outside of the reptile family (which does nothing to esplain my first husband) So WHAT! I also get really happy about fainting goats and Flemish rabbits. Does that make me crazy and un-dateable? Why would I automatically jump to the “i’m really a dog lover” persona that I think all men like?

A friend, a really good friend of mine told me a few years ago…”Zelda, you have never met a man when you felt good about yourself. They never get to meet the you that we know and love.”

So…I get that. I really get it. And through this whole change, it’s been on my mind. I want to be in a good place with myself before i start out there again.I want the next guy to know the me that I love and that you love too. It doesn’t sound too far fetched, eh? Granted, I’d just as soon have some really hot steamy sex, where we both make pig noises and break some gee dee furniture, but I have aspirations for the above mentioned relationship. And I believe it will happen. Apparently just not today as I’m expounding on my love for the felines. WHATEVER.

He’ll show up. I have more faith in that than of getting a double OH in Double Oh Seven.

He’s just going to have to be prepared for my brilliance, and have a lifetime supply of claritin.

ha.

should I have one more sip of wine? I think so too!!!

at home now, surrendering to the kennel cough due to cold.

atchoo.

flop.

at least I won’t miss Thursday Night TV!!

Yesterday was rough. I’m fighting a cold/allergies/kennel cough and frankly, it’s beginning to win. One client I did yesterday, I forgot to paint the color at her roots in one little section of her head. Just forgot. So everywhere she was pretty blonde roots, one little section, BLACK. it didn’t show, but i doubt I see her back. oy vey. My good gal B was my last client, and I was hacking and coughing and sniffling through her so much she had to quit talking to me because the talking made it worse then I felt like her blonde pieces were funky…..good grief.

The good news coming home was Gert is on her way to Employmentville. Huzzuah and Hooray for that chick. She always lands on her feet. Big fat Atta Girl going her way.

and, AND, in my weariness, I didn’t make arrangements to tape Private Practice or Dirty Sexy Money last night. I get home for the final five of PP and BonusMom has TAPED IT FOR ME!!!! Man oh man. Life was really grand at the end of yesterday. . .

I suppose it was pretty grand throughout the entire day as well. What’s a good day without some stories to tell?

lost point six today. am eight tenths of a pound away from the first goal. while walking into the meeting today, I felt something a little . . . . funny. different. odd.

it looked a little something like this….only i was wearing a skirt. and my panties were white.

nice.

Dancing With the Stars last night and tonight. . . I’m enjoying them thus far. Have to say i have already picked my first few to hit the road, but all in all it should be a fun season. Now, don’t get me wrong. Not nearly as fun as waiting for that fake leg to fly off last year, but still, I think I’ll watch.

I’m very excited for Dirty Sexy Money, Private Practice, Betty, Grey’s and Hot Shots. Apparently, I’m an ABC gal this season. I’m still concerned about no DVR, but you know what? It’s ok. I can watch eps online and tape the old fashioned way, so no worries!

I have weigh in tomorrow. . . I can tell my body has gained, I have GOT to figure out some exercise…my body feels different than it did while walking it away in NYC. So, that will be my goal for this week. Figure it OUT!!
I LOVE PREMIER WEEK!!!

“I must learn to love the fool in me–the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool.” –Theodore I. Rubin, MD

i love this, for while i do fancy myself super strong, possibly Super Strong complete with cape and powerful jewelery, the list of foolish things in my book is endless. . . thank goodness.

while in line to see Curtains, I tell Kizz, “I’ll be right back” take ohhh maybe four steps out of the line to throw my cup away and come right back. Like I was just going to skip out and not come back?

Following directions to dinner, and directions being “the park will be behind you” I c cross the street, and walk past the park in order for it to be behind me. . . then walked back the correct way…”BEHIND ME” now I get it.

I love my Fool. I embrace her. Life is too short to be mired down in the sticky mucky day to day serious that can suck the life out of us. TOO SHORT.

Enjoy your day. Embrace your fool. Go to brunch and have a mimosa and laugh and laugh and laugh. I’m going to watch some football and have a day off work.

So glad you stopped by. Come walk around here any time. However. . . would be nice if I had a place to keep up with you. . . I know you write somewhere out here. . . fell free to let me or Kizz know where!

I’m so envious of Tony’s I don’t even know what else to say.

Mmmmmmm hash browns……

FREEDOM!!!!!