Here we go again. Expect somewhere between 6-12 inches starting tonight. When I left Job 2 today and headed to the salon, the windchill in Guymon (our panhandle) was -22 degrees.

NEGATIVE TWENTY TWO.
NEGATIVE.
I don’t even know what the hell that’s supposed to be, negative twenty two. what the hell???

So. Clients have been moved to thursday. Hopefully everyone will show up…

Tomorrow will consist of Winter’s Bone viewing and some reading.

I did get up and went to the gym this morning knowing full well I won’t get to tomorrow. That’s something.

My day yesterday and today was full of news from friends. Best News. Great News. Equal parts Sad News.
Some of ya’s a gettin hitched.
Some of ya’s a movin away to a new adventure.

All of ya’s got my support and love.

I won’t spill it until you do.

I’m exhausted. Apparently doing nothing last week undid all my good doings the week before. I weighed in today, and was joyful at only gaining .6 of a pound.
Holy crap. How did I do that???
Back at the gym yesterday and today. It’s killin me. I worked the afternoon at Job 2 and will work there in the morning before banging hair, home to make dinner which was amazing, and finish putting up clean laundry and clean sheets.

I think I’ll be going to sleep here shortly. Let’s just hope I stay that way.

Tonight’s supper was so good. This morning I put two frozen chicken breasts and a jar of salsa in the crockpot. two cans drained black beans too. some garlic, cumin, a chopped up jalapeno pepper and let it all cook. Home and shredded up the chicken and made burritos. I also made quinoa and zested a lime into that so it was Chipotle worthy and just damned good.
and I’m SO full, because I went back for seconds. dangit. I didn’t figure out the total points value for it yet but I had only had some roasted veg, a 4 point sandwich and a handful of almonds today so I had pleanty to eat tonight. I’m back on track, focused and ready to do this.

I’ve got a writing meeting tomorrow night with my friend Julie, who I’m writing a play with. It’s the first real writing meeting so I’m excited to see what we decide and where it goes.

oh yeah, Wednesday’s high temp is 9.
as my friend Kathy said, it’s ONE SYLLABLE.
what. the. makeitgoaway.
I want to see some spring please.

and since I have no time to gym tomorrow night, I have to get up in the morning and do it so I’m seriously going to bed.
and it’s only 8:30.

yesterday was a day.

my client moved to today’s book, so my day was cleared to deal with frozen pipes.

the plumber came sometime after noon, and sure enough I had done the right things by opening cabinets and letting water run, but since all my pipes/water tank/washer/dryer are out in my garage, which is not insulated, everything froze up. FROZE UP.

So. The hot water is back, but some stern words from the plumber, and no laundry (which of course I’m desperate to do) forced my had into the world of “do you have any heaters for sale” across the city. In the middle of the second biggest snow storm, I’m the donkey asking for heaters. I did find one at my little Ace Hardware around the corner. 79 dollars she quotes me and I say, I’m on my way. Get to the store and it’s really 99 dollars because it’s computerized. it’s tiny. I pay the 79 and go home and it doesn’t even work in the garage. Too cold to even make a dent. sigh. So I start thinking bigger, and call the places like Lowes and Homgirl Depot and not even hiding their disdain and laughter when they tell me “none in stock” I think bigger. Tractor Supply!!! Huzzuah. Yes. They have kerosene heaters. Yes it will heat a garage or a shop. Yes they have some for sale. No. they have no kerosene. Sigh.

Calling around again. Found a 5 gallon drum of fuel at Lowes about 20 miles south of me. Then have to drive 40 minutes north to the supply store. Then back home to unload and of course, I had to assemble it. Then fuel it up. But first I read ALL the directions. I didn’t want to burn baby burn. Had to let the wick soak for an hour before lighting the first time, so I took the little 79 dollar heater back to the little store and got my refund. Someone could be using that, and I have a little indoor heater so it was stupid to spend the money. I’d already thrown down 160 bucks for my new purchases.

Home to read directions one last time and then I hit the auto ignite switch and VOILA! I DID IT! I DID IT ALL BY MYSELF! I FOUND IT, I PAID FOR IT, I ASSEMBLED IT, I FILLED IT WITH KEROSENE, I LIT THE DAMNED THING AND IT WORKED!!!

Days like this make me crazy and sad and lonely. Not because I want to be rescued, but just because there isn’t someone else to turn to and go WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?? AGAIN??? and we both pile in the car on the Great Kerosene Adventure of ’11. But in the same thought process, I listed out the girls in my life, and there are quite a few that I can name, that would have buckled under this day. So. That made me proud of myself.

I’m not saying I didn’t send out some texts to my guy friends, kerosene vs propane, bla bla bla. And the minute I got the thing lit my phone rang with concerned calls from Mama T and Papa C, who were envisioning my heater as one of the industrial strength, tail gate type of heaters and just knew I was gonna blow. I sent picture texts of the instructions and after some consulting they gave the ok. It’s nice to be loved.

At the end of the day, no money was made. Much was spent. No working out was done, but mexican food with hot enchiladas and a cold beer were consumed. I’m feeling sad about my fitness that was going so well last week and about my food/alcohol intake which has been really bad this week. I want to get back on track. I want the snow to quit falling. (it’s falling here again. light to moderate my patootie) I want clients to come get their hair done. I want to gather with my true friends and not have drama and just enjoy each other and our lives. There’s been a touch of drama this past week, and while I was really broken hearted about it, I’ve said my apologies, there’s nothing more I can do. But more than that, I’ve seen how fun people think it is to run from side to side and talk. That grosses me out and has me reevaluating my circle of “friends”, and really think about who I have things in common with and who I really don’t. So anyways, I’m looking forward to some time with those that know me, and love me unconditionally.

This had been a big ole Yahtzee of words and thoughts and mumbo jumbo of whatnot. Sorry for that. I tried to get up and go to the gym this morning, but the roads are already worse than they were, and my gym is in a mall and who knows about parking and so I’m back here. With the snuggly cats. Killing time before I head into the salon.

Send some good thoughts to Cindy…she’s somewhere between here and there and there are flights involved and all that stress…send some good thoughts to my washing machine hoses and pipes. And the pipes of all the Tribe, lots are frozen, hope that none have burst.

Thinking ahead to Spring.

Still no hot water.
I’m over it.
I put more insulation around the hot water tank last night, as the temps were dropping to record lows and I’m afraid of bursting pipes. I just don’t want to do that. Please, Universe? Please no bursting pipes?

Old house. Crawl space. Goes with the territory I suppose. But I’m boiling water right now to clean myself again, and I will get to the salon and shampoo my hair there. I’m kind of over it. Have I mentioned how over it I am? I have dishes and laundry to clean dangit.

But in between those thoughts of stress, I’ve unplugged. The snow forces us all to slow our roll. Of course not on our terms or conditions…but slow down we have.

You know me and slowing down.
I’m ready to giddyup.

but first I have to go take my Little House on the Prairie bath.

Snow. more snow. freezing below freezing temps. I’m over it. yesterday was great. everything’s closed. no one is out. Today our salon is opening late, but I don’t have anyone tredging out in this. My hot water pipes have frozen. No hotwater.

I’m a little stir crazy and feel like I need to get out. The sun is shining. I need to go get some catfood ,and perhaps milk or whatnot. I want a big fat hot pizza. and a coke zero.

I think I may just boil some water and clean myself spottily, and put on more layers and head out. Maybe go get MGirl and run errands.

I think I need a bigger space heater to set out in the garage where the frozen pipes are…
I’ve got the humidifier going in here. Every machine possible is running and chugging.

Speaking of running. Cardio,
HOLY ZOMBIEHELL My friend Trey and I watched Zombieland last night.
twice.

it was brillawesome.
brilliant. awesome. brilawesome.
have you seen it? or was I the very last person to do so? man. I love laughing that hard. I love it.

what I really would love is some not bursting hot water pipes!!!

send thawing prayers to me!

One of my best good friends, Trish, posted this over in one of our FB groups. Do yourself a little favor and read it. Then come back.

Unmade Beds vs. Pristine Pillows.

I know already, who I am, have been and always will be. . . and along the way I’ve had moments of envy of the Pristine Pillows, I’ve had moments to try to emulate a Pristine Pillow, and I’ve had moments of disgrace because I was TRYING to be a Pristine Pillow.

Disgrace that came from not being my authentic true self. I used to work with a girl, who I just thought was the cat’s meow. She was beautiful, and mysterious, and never left the house without full face makeup and hair, who had a regimen of facial cleansing that would meet military standards. She wore dresses to the bar to sing karaoke, she never told anyone her age and she had that air about her that made the boys just swoon.

She was a “friend” I thought, until she betrayed me when I was home for Christmas. She betrayed me again before the job was finished. I was amazed at how hurt I was by this, until I realized my part in it. If I hadn’t been so hellbent on being like her, being a Pristine Pillow, and I could have just embraced my Unmade Bed self…who would have given two shits? Not this girl. But it was a lesson I needed to learn, and thank God I learned it while still in my 20’s. It’s made the past decade, and my future ones a hella lot more comfortable and fun.

There are still moments of Pristine Pillow in my life, and I do try to make my bed daily on account of my need for organization and peace in the home, I rarely leave the house without mascara and lipstick, and when guests come to my home I turn into a Meth version of Martha Stewart.

However, on any given Sunday, just look a little closer…

That inner Unmade Bed is as rumpled and comfortable and shining through.

It was a movie weekend for me. I got around to watching my Netflix dvd yesterday, and I’m on multiple viewings.
Kids, I cannot stress enough how much I love this movie. I mean…I LURVE THIS MOVIE!!! Have you seen it?
Go.
Right meow.

Now that you’ve seen who’s in it…rent it. You won’t be sad. PseudoSis3 has been telling me, and like when she told me about The Hunger Games, she was RIGHT!

SO GOOD!

coffee and fed the livestock
vacuumed the carpets
cleaned bathroom sink and toilet
went to weight watchers, weighed in, down one pound
went to Sam’s, loaded up on veg and fruit (and catfood)
home to unload the sams.
lunch and cleaned up kitchen and put up foodstuffs
clean sheets
swept all floors
mopped kitchen, bathroom
wood cleaner on my wood floors in my bedroom
changed out the showerhead to one that actually works.
shower
dinner
roasted chicken and roasted vegetables and baked apple
watched Heavy.
ready to get up and move my body tomorrow
tired