I sure did gain this helmet this week. I sure. freakin. did.

Gert had just the worst possible day yesteday…the Bitch that is ’07 strikes again. These are for you sister. Chin up. Boobs out.

Just got back from the nicest Vet. Dr. Posey. Young, tender, nice. Sambo had some fever, so he got a shot of Tylen@l for that. There was some funky mass (I wasn’t being a hyperchondriac…it was there!) so we got an x-ray as well. Nothing wrong but some sort of mass, which could have come from anything. Struggling under a fence, fights, etc. So we also got some antibiotics to take twice daily…Just in time for me to leave and now BonusMom has to deliver them. Akkk.

I fell better. He’s going to feel better soon, too.

Gotta gather my stuff, head into the City. WW weigh in today as well as some appointments.

Ciao to you

well I finally got a pic to post from my computer to the blog. It takes FOREVER. It doesn’t take that long when I upload from the internet…hmmmm. whatever.

this is my Sambo. We are going to to vet this morning just for a check up. He’s been off since the move. Personality, gone. Acts as if he doesn’t feel good, makes funny akkakkakkakkakk sounds when I pick him up. So. To the doctor we will go!

Happy day.

We’re coming in to the end of Labor Day Weekend ’07. How was yours? Good? Busy? Rest full? Did you get some time off of work? I hope so. It was just the same ole two days off for me, but I packed in quite a weekend.

went up to the bar on Saturday night. Football season has arrived!!! Huzzuah. I went up to watch the games after work. It was the first time I’d gone up there since we broke up. I told him earlier in the week that a few of us were coming for the games. I was so excited. It was so fun. A nice party at the end of the week. Lots of beer, some club specials. Cold. Delicious. The OU game was just a bloodbath. The OSU game was on the bigscreen, so that was what I wound up watching. they lost. But the night was grand. He came in after the games, and it was fine. I got to chat with his daughter and that was really nice…I had not spoken to her yet, so that was really great.

Sunday brought the first rehearsal of Steel Magnolias, which will go up one evening, November 3rd,at my college for Homecoming weekend. It was fun and good and weird to be there without Roger and Chrome. But the show will be fine. It’s a stylized readers theater of sorts. That evening the Purple Pool gals had a cookout/last hurrah to summer. we grilled a pork tenderloin, asparagus, corn on the cob, crusty bread, caeser salad, wine. and pumpkin pie with cool whip. SO FREAKING GOOD!!! Home to bed and I slept so good for once.

Today was just errands, car washing/cleaning, laundry, etc. I put our misting system together and will hang it tomorrow so that’s cool. Am watching my boyfriend Tony Bourdain. gearing up for the trip. This time next week I’ll be in the NYC with the gals and LOVING every minute of it. So excited. Borrowed a suitcase from Che today, did the laundry…I’m pretty much ready to just pack it and get the hell out of here.

Oh yeah, saw Superbad on Friday night. Have any of you seen this? Chrome…one of the boys reminded me so much of Carus that I couldn’t concentrate!! hysterical. Gross. Totally gross and geared for boys in their 20/30’s. but I laughed more than once.

that’s it from here. good night. Happy day.

For as long as I can remember. Third grade. Fourth grade. I loved her. She was an obsession for me…beautiful, fresh, young. She was living the dream I always wanted. I saved my money, bought every hardback book ever published. Memorized the details of her wedding dress (designers=emmanuels. 24 foot train. honeysuckle for her bouquet from the royal gardens) She was perfect. She was mine. I made a scrapbook. Filled with pictures from every rag to People.

As I grew up, so did we all. Fairy tales are just that. Dreams don’t come without a price. But I still loved her. I was Murial, in Murial’s Wedding. I watched the wedding over and over and over. I couldn’t help it. It broke my heart for her that life was not as she’d been told it would be. It broke my heart for me, that life was not as I’d been told. So many changes, paralells.

Finally, it seemed, we were both on a path to happiness. New beginnings. Ten years ago last weekend I moved out of my house I shared with my husband. Ten years ago today, I did my last show of my first professional acting job. Ten years ago tomorrow, I flew to Indiana and began a new life.

I heard the news in a convenience store. We’d stopped in after saying all our goodbyes to the cast and before we headed back to Tulsa. I thought what everyone thought. No. Couldn’t be true. Just a bad accident. She’s fine. She’s mine.

Flying away from all I ‘d ever known to be true and safe the next morning she was everywhere. The news. The papers. Friends were calling my mom’s house, checking on me. I was so scared, all I wanted to do was be in my room and watch it unfold and cry for what we’d lost. Instead I flew to a new place, lived in a office/den. Cried for all we lost. Watched tv until I couldn’t focus. Wished desperatly to be home, anywhere, married and baking cupcakes. wishing that for both of us. wishing.

I can see that funeral procession as clearly as I can see her bridal procession. I can still remember the feeling in my heart, the rapid fire beating of it as I watched her approach the cathederal. She was amazing. She was mine. And she was everyone’s.

Good God I’m tired. the extra hours are paying off, I’m hitting a great commission on this paycheck, that is if today holds out and I don’t have any cancellations or no-shows. But damn. 96 hours this payperiod is making me very tired. Thankfully a vacation is on the horizon…not that it wil be a relaxing one. NYC never serves me that way. But it will refill me and that is what I need. Fill me to the brim.

I got a ginormous package if info and maps from Rog. The Ultimate Tour Guide. Thanks for those. I must visit Canal Street and look for purchases for a few people. Purses. Purses. Purses. And while I loathe that place, I’m still carrying my purse from last year that I bought down there and too, need a new one. Am thinking that Monday after class would be a better time, since we’re down there anyway. I’m trying to sort through all the stuff in regards to the trip, the supplies, the packing. I need a suitcase, which I’ll get from someone here. My luggage took it’s last trip to LA in January. It was done done done. It was a high school graduation pressie from Mom and man oh man did it see some of the world.

I must be tired if I’m blithering on about my luggage or lackthereof.

Kizz is over at 117Hudson about to lose her marbles in regards to money and how she’s spent hers this month. I’m about to begin the same experiment or something along those lines. I need to get the program worked out and onto my computer. I think I’ll begin it after the trip when I really start the cash flowing. Go over and give her a little whoop whoop. She’s trying to type and breathe through a paper bag all at the same time. Oy.

I still can’t figure out how to link sites within my text. there are no buttons on this screen to do so. no green movie camera thingy. Is it because I’m on a Mac? Kizz? gah.

time to make the doughnuts.

Huzzuah and Happy Friday. I’m sad about Owen Wilson. Well wishes to him and I LOVE my boyfriend George Clooney. Dirty thoughs to him.

I wish I could just transport you all to this very spot at this very moment. It’s about 70 degrees outside and it rained last night so everything is a lttle cloudy and wet. the cats are lying about as if posing for a postcard, all except Stormy Soprano who has taken the first watch inside his wine box. (can’t have too much normal now can we?) It’s nice. I’m having coffee and it’s so quiet you can hear crickets and the fountain in the garden where KikiMama has perched herself.

Nice.

Had a funky moment or two this week. I suppose that is natural. I was talking to Gert last night and she was commending the exit of this relationship and it’s lack of drama…I said it was there, it was just played out over the last few years until now we just don’t have it in us. I can either sit a a table and watch football and drink a cold beer and laugh with my friends, or crowd into a tiny little bathroom and wail and sob about all that is lost forever. Frankly I only have the energy in this part of my life to do one of the two and I pick the first one.

I talked to him a few times this week. It’s fiine. Very friendly. Genuinely friendly. He called and asked for a recipe one afternoon and for some reason, it kind of kicked my ass. He made a point to say he was cooking for “himself” and maybe he was but I’m so not believing it. And fine. If there is someone he wants to cook my food for, so be it. We just had some nice times around the table outside and it brought that back to the surface and I kind of hit the wall. Sneaks up on me sometimes.

It’s ok though. We’re going up to the bar on Saturday night to watch football. My friend is bartending and I’m excited for it. Should be a nice neon sunburned time.

Onwards and upwards.

Weighed in yesterday. Another 1.6 lost. Three weeks in a row, 1.6. That is fine and dandy. I’m not complaining. I am 2.6 away from my 10% goal and I would sure like to have that gone by NYC. I think I can I think I can. Here’s a grand total picture.
20.4 mothereffing pounds!!!!!! or a big yellow baby stroller. Good thing THAT’s off my ass.

10) The 25-30 minute commute. I love my car and now I get to drive it!

9.) I can listen to Bob and Tom on the morning drive. I used to listen to them when I lived in Indiana. Hysterical.

8.) Mowing by hand. While it seems arcane and highly uncalled for, we try to go “green” here on the frontier. And it gives us a goodly amount of activity points!

7.) The cats are loving it. This morning, they have chased frogs, caught cecadias (i doubt i spelled that correctly.) had breakfast and played a rousing game of kick the shiney easter egg and hide in the box. What a life.

6.) Peace of mind. I may be close to calming down. To breathing and contemplating. it’s gorgous out here and the perfect place to be.

5.) I enjoy having BonusMom around. Someone to cook for on occasion, someone to chat with who still doesn’t care if I crawl into bed at 8pm and sleep all night long into the wee morning. nice.

4.)There are fresh vegetables EVERYWHERE! I bought corn on the cob last night and she said, did you BUY that??? i still don’t know what we have stocked back but my oh my the bounty!!!

3.)The bathroom is bigger than the Blue Banana! Ha. I have a vanity, and drawers and just so much room to put stuff. It is quite exciting!

2.) Anticipating the cooler/colder months. We will have fires. Inside and out in the fire pit. Parties and calm evenings with cocoa or wine.

1.) I get amazing ” good luck presseis” like the ceramic ornament with fingers crossed on it from Kizz and a fabulous shiney pink camera from Rog that I will soon be uploading pictures of said ornament with. Thank you all so much.

Huzzuah and Happy Tuesday. I love George Clooney. And Adam Pascal who is reprising his role in RENT right now. Do I DARE see it again????

Man oh man did I get some stuff done today…lots of shopping. For any of you that know me you know I NEVER shop. Ever. But today i bought four pair of shoes, one pair of jeans smaller size thank you verymuch, two shirts, two pair of earrings, on skirt, some make up brushes and an eye bright pencil. The Hell???

I know I’m supposed to be saving for NYC and oh yeah, for a house. But I have no guilt over these purchases. None.I also got a birthday gift finally, and filled the grill thingy with propane for a lesser price thanks to Smurf who turned me on to Uhaul’s service. I hit the wal mark for foodstuffs, drove home and grilled veggies and had salmon and wine for dinner, did laundry, fresh sheets today, and got organized with the purchase of a calendar. Rehearsals for Steel Mags start next Sunday. NYC is in a mere days.

I got a new foam thingy for my mattress/bed and oh my lord it feels fine. I doubt I see 9:30 or the lunar eclipse. It’s a full moon out there people. go outside and gander. it’s gorgeous.

tomorrow there is more stuff to tell but tonight i’m sleepy.

huzzuah and happy monday and if you have forgotten, i freakin love George Clooney.