Here’s one for all of us. . .

I have GOT to get my taxes turned in…I have my receipts and all the other crap one needs…it’s just a matter of getting it to the person!

It’s going to be in the high 70’s on my two days off, so I’m hoping to get out and get to working in the yard. “Open” it for the season. Pull weeds, till dirt, maybe plant some stuff. At least sweep/power wash the patio and get the furniture out there…

Doing some home hair tonight after work. Tomorrow is Joe Bank’s Birthday, so something in the evening, brunch with my mom on Sunday at 11. (too early, but they’re driving back to Arkansas) then hopefully on with my day.

What are you doing this weekend?

For moi.

For Gertrude

For Chrome

and finally and oldie but goodie for Kizz. Becuse down deep, she is Buffy strong and will be back to kicking ass on the sidwalk anyday…and because he’s just freakin hot.

S.L.U.R.P. to us all…..

Huzzaah and Happy Day.

Wednesday is my long day. I don’t have to go in until 11, but I stay until 8. I switched up my schedule at the beginning of the year. I used to work 12-8 on Wednesday and Thursdays, and frankly it worked, I was pretty busy, but it ate my entire week. There was no time to do anything. Get home at 8, try to get dinner, throw in a load of laundry and hit the bed. No meeting friends for dinner, or drinks, no movie watching. So, I think, I’ll fix it. But now I’m wondering if I should change it back a little…I just haven’t been as busy a I want to be and I want to set some realistic goals for myself on this…Our chemical prices go up on Monday for all the salons. Colors, perms, and even the waxing is going up about 5 bucks per service. The cost of product has gone up, and the admin had called around and we were the cheapest in the metro area price-wise on color. They hadn’t had a price increase on the menu in about 5 years so it is due…That should help out the paycheck a little.

Have to say I was a little annoyed that it was a rerun on Gilmore Girls last night. This season is KILLING me and they are just dragging out the execution. wa wa waaaaaaaaa. But apparently there is a petition going around to save it for yet another year…huh. Don’t know how I feel about that. Pretty sure this horse is dead on it’s feet, so to speak.

Speaking of petition….Studio 60 anyone??? Sigh. I’m such a fan of The Sork. I’m not the only one. Joe Banks sent me this feel free to join the battle with us:

We’ll be the very model of a fanbase for a TV show,
We’ll post and spread the word around about our fav’rite Studio,
Just click the link and add your ink and you won’t have to stop to think
We’ll have the time to take a drink
While we’re promoting Studio!
http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/Save-NBC-Studio-60
Ok. I tried that petitionspot site and it wouldn’t load. But go look at This One…

Meanwhile, can I tell you how EXCITED I am that it’s Bracket Time??? I love March Madness…it is perhaps my favorite sporting event of the year. I love filling out my brackets, love watching the crazy upsets in the first round, there’s always a big one somewhere. This year, I’m thinking it will be Creighton, Winthrop and Gonzaga. . . It’s a crazy mix. Only one state school is in the Dance and it’s Oral Roberts University. Don’t scoff…they’re supposed to be really good!! I’ll keep an eyeball on them as well.

It’s going to be 80 degrees here today. I hope you get some spring weather whereever you are. Go outside, stand in the sun and breathe it in. Nothing but good things in March. For everyone!!

Huzzaah to you all!.

My phone rings at the crack of early this morning and I see from caller i.d. it’s Kizz, I immediately think “oh no…” and when I answer there is a noise that I cant define. It’s either wailing or laughing…wait…no…it’s crying…fuck. Something happened to Em…..huh…..yes I can talk to you for a bit….what? You fell down? Oh thank GOD!

Now. This sucks because she really broke her belbow. Not all sticky outy Joe Theisman kind of break, but still. At the time however, we were dealing with “FUCKING OUCH” and hands scraped and knee looking not so good and just more crap than one needs on a Tuesday morning.

I apologized profusely because…my immediate thought was “oh GOD, her dog.”

NOT, “OH GOD her dad. Oh GOD her mom. Oh GOD her million connections in NH…nope. I went straight for the dog” We laughed a bit about that, and when we hung up she said she was going to get looked at.

Her voicemail said cuts, scrapes, and broken elbow which needs to be in a sling and an ortho person should look at it…all a little vague but for me the ER lost all credentials when George Clooney quit working there.

SO…Go. Send well wishes. Send speedy recovery magic. Send whatever you can cuz Kizz fell down and go boom.

Sorry sistah for your pain. Would that I lived next door and we could make it a great excuse to sit on the couch, watch the entire collection of the Creek, and just play catch up…as it is I’m wishing you the speediest of recoveries.

Love love love you BIG!

I think the hardest things about Ten Things is coming up with a topic. I have been thinking about a few, trying to mentally jot down a list to peruse when the time came. It didn’t work out as I’d planned, so I’m doing this old stand-by.

1) I was born at 12:12 on a Tuesday with a full moon. (I have crazy love for the full moon.)

2) I have cut off two of my fingers in a tragic snow cone incident when I was 13/14, sliced off a chunk of my thumb with a mandolin slicer thing about a year ago and broke my foot while on tour and living in Indiana. (never thought of myself a accident prone though…)

3) I took ten years of dance as a child. (Tap, Jazz, Ballet. I quit right before I went to point…thank GOD)

4) I’ve been a witness in a murder trial.(my next door neighbor was shot and killed by her live in/husband/lover. I heard it and called the police and immediately Mrs.Kravitz’d my way to the door and watched him leave…Testifying was the single most terrifying thing I’ve ever done.)

5) I can type up to 90 words per minute when I’m in the zone (and by zone I mean having an office job where all I do all day is type. I like to type.)

6) I love tv. (I pine for the day when I can have the uberset in my house. Big nice flat panel hanging on my wall…slurp)

7) I had/have an obsessive passion for Princess Diana.(I was 11 when they married. Her train on the wedding dress, made by the Emmanuel’s, was 24 feet long)

8) I talk in my sleep…Loudly and clearly. (ask anyone who’s toured with me…it’s a frightening experience the first time!)

9) I can play quarters with the best of ’em. (does everyone know this drinking game? It’s my fav. I can do it all night long…now I won’t make it every time, but I never get bored with it!)

10) I can make a perfect duck bill out of my top lip. (there is no explanation for this one. I’ll post a pic sometime this week…ha!)

Huzzah and Happy Tuesday!

Camo/Battlefield Cake made with love by BonusMom

Blowing out the number 5. NOT waiting for any kind of photo op.
“I’m King of Pump It Up!!”
Approach. Bow. Scrape. State your Business. Kings are busy people.
“I ate his birthday cake with some junior mints and a nice hawiian punch…Ffffft ffffttt ffffttt fffffft”

Me and Matt, the best salesman at Toyota of Fayetteville!
Kissing the old one Buh-Bye…and my sis is apparently kissing it bye too, lookeee there in the back ground. Funny Stuff.
The New Shiney Shiney.
Amazed.

As I said in previous posts, I left for my sis’s house in Arkansas after work on Friday. Got off a bit early, went home, unloaded the dirty crock pot from the days potluck, fed the cats, accidentally let some cats out, retrieved the cats, packed some clothes and birthday presents and got in the car. I had quite a bit of gas, so I figured on stopping in Tulsa and filling up.

I hit the road.

The first thing I forgot was my phone charger. I knew I didn’t have a car charger, but usually take the home/wall one with me. Flop. But oh well, had not used the phone during the day very much, so whatever. I’ll buy one when I get there.

I get on the turnpike, and call up my best good fried Reno and we commence to chat. And chat we did. My ear started hurting from the earpiece we talked so much. We covered family, and food, and relationships, and past travels and everything in between. It was delicious to have that time together. Rare stuff. But in the middle of our conversation, I hit traffic. Bumper to freakin ass bumper. For a long time. That’s ok. I liked the break for awhile…

In the middle of our conversation I say…”uhhh, Reno…I think smoke is coming up out of the hood of my car…”
Then my water/coolant light comes on. FUCK.
By this time, almost 30 minutes or more of the bumper to bumper, we get out of it. I speed up a bit, and my thermometer skyrockets to red and the ding ding ding starts. I pull over and sign off with Reno. I call Phil and freak out just as I’m about to finish, my phone ding ding dings to me that MY BATTERY IS OUT.

I’m on the phone with triple a. Give them all my info, sans any kind of mile marker. I know I was just a mile or two outside of Tulsa and as soon as you get into Tulsa there is a QT, and many truck stops and civilization. So. I just need a tow into there. Well, she takes my info and then says to me, you expired October of 07. FUCK. SWITCH ME OVER!! HERE’S MY CREDIT CARD NUMBER RIGHT NOW AND BY THE WAY MY PHONE IS DYING!!! I go to HOLD for thirty hours and then another voice comes on and takes my c/c info and we’re good. But she can’t take my info and cannot transfer me. I have to CALL BACK. So. FUCK. I call back. She’s freaking out, I’m freaking out…but she says she’s sending someone.

Meanwhile…the traffic is Nil. I think, I’m going to try this. I start the car and have on my hazards and drive on the shoulder into Tulsa right into the QT where I proceed to almost freak out of my mind.

I am shaking. Actually physically shaking. I go inside, pee, buy antifreeze/coolant and go out to my car and pop the hood. A truck with two twentysomething guys pull up and the driver says “do you have any idea what you’re doing?” I had no strength to argue his sexist remark, because in fact at that moment, it was debatable if I did or not. So he helps me, removes the cap with a tee shirt from his truck and I pour the coolant in. He checks under my car to see if it’s pouring out, it’s not. I poured an entire thing of antifreeze and half a thing of water into the reservoir. BONE DRY. FUCK. So I’m in my car and start it to check it and another guy with nice chocolate skin taps the glass and asks if I got it ok. I get out, and ask if he knows where they sell car chargers. Did I check inside? hell no. So we went inside and he helped me pilfer thru the packages and read the minuscule writing on the back and figure out what kind of phone I had and VOILA! I have a charger for the phone. Thank you so much. I pay for it and go out and plug in my phone and call Phil…but wait…there’s a note on my windshield…

“you sure are cute if you’re not taken. 555-5555”

nice.

I pull over to fill up with gas, go in to prepay, hand the girl 25 bucks and get back to my car and he’s on the other side. Yes, I am taken, and thank you for being so kind. My husband would appreciate it. He smiles and bids me adieu. Thank goodness. SO, I fill up, drive back over to go get the 7 bucks I overpaid, the phone rings and its my bonus mom who’s waiting on me in the hotel in Arkansas. I fill her in, click over to the other line and chat with Phil and decide to just take a room in Tulsa for the night and start fresh in the a.m. Fill BonusMom in on the details and sign off. I proceed BACK inside the QT and buy a six pack of Coors Light Tallboys and pay for it and leave. WITHOUT getting my money that I overpaid for the gas. good honk.

I find a RedRoofInn and settle in for a cold beer and some sleep.

hang with me people…it’s a long one but well worth the surprise ending…

So, this morning I get up at 5am, fill more water into the car, drive around Tulsa for about 20 minutes and nothing seems wrong with the car. I stop again for gas, coffee and extra coolant/water and hit the road. IMMEDIATELY, I’m driving in fog so think it’s pea soup. No visibility. flop. BUT, I make it to the hotel, get showered and we hit the Wonderboy’s birthday. PumpItUp was hysterical fun. I bounced so much on the giant moonwalk that I bounced a little pee right out…

My family is crazy with worry about this car. My dad makes some really great offers regarding the rest of my student loan that I will get paid off in November, and after about an hours worth of talk, an hours worth of online shopping, several phone calls, a drive to Fayetteville, two or more hours there…I drove home in this:
Only mine is red.
It’s brand new. A 2007 Toyota Highlander. I’ve never had a brand new car before. I’ll post pics of my actual car when I get home sometime tomorrow. . .

Holy crap people.

So much stress and excitement, it will be a MIRACLE if I don’t look like a leaper from the fever blisters. Am taking preemptive meds but one never knows!

I’m exhausted, and you probably are too after reading all of this…I’ll be back tomorrow or Monday sometime.

Huzzah to you!

This is my sister’s new car. Toyota FJ, in silver. They get it tomorrow and am DYING to see it. I love these things. I think they look like MiniCooper’s on steroids. Glad for them…something fun to focus on.

Not like we’re lacking for any of that this weekend.
Wonderboy turns 5, as I mentioned earlier in the week. All are gathering in Arkansas for the festival. It’s an Army Birthday, complete with battlefield cake, camo cups and who knows what kind of party favors??? He loves his army. I got him some cute t-shirts that are camo and say Army. One is camo with the Superman sign on it. He’s way into Superman, and Star Wars.

Maybe he IS my kid.

Think not? Listen to this…Mom takes him to get his shots for Kindergarten. This was yesterday. Apparently they’ve been working on this for a month or so, prepping him as best as can be done. “THEY” give him the shots in his leg (FREAKING OUCH!) and he melts down.

“MY LEGS ARE BROOOOOOOOKEN. I NEED A WHEEEEEEEEL CHAIR. I SHALL NEVER WALK AGAINNNNNN”

Mom says, you only have to do this now, and then you won’t have to do it again till you’re 12. (smoothe move exlax…at this point i’d just be a big fat liar)

To which he replys “I’LL JUST DIE WHEN I’M 12. AND 12 COMES SO FAST, SEE??? 123456789101112. 12!!!! I’LL DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”

had to have his bath standing up because it hurts to bend the leg, and is gimping around the house…when he remembers it!

BWA HA HA HA HA.

Plus I have a hotel room this time, so that will be much better on my psyche.

on to other news.

Just had to practically climb the big elm tree in my back yard…..Charlotte decided to climb a bit tonight. The getting down is rough…oy vey. These cats.

The NYC trip is still in infant stages. I’m getting wierd vibes from one girl who is just so freakin needy she wears on me. But I’m sorry. I”m not taking 3 plus me and saying to Reno or Kizz, “here we are!!!” too many people. I told one girl and that’s the cut off. If only one other girl goes, then fine. But two more and they can share a room somewhere. Annoyed. I looked at flights today, they’re all about the same.

Both OU and OSU won games in the Big Twelve today. GO GO GO.

We Spring Forward this weekend. I LOVE the long days…having some light into the evening…lovelovelove it.

I can’t think of much more…thanks for the NYC must see’s. I think I did an ok time this last time I was “hosting” it was the time before that I peed on the party. flop.

I want a car ipod listener thingy for my 4 hour road trip tomorrow….hmmmm. may have to check into that. I had one at one time, borrowed from Joe Banks, and it just fell apart. which sucks because I need to replace his, not buy myself one…guilt.

Got some cute stuff at the Target tonight…loving the shoes.

Bits and Piece out.
Huzzah to you.