Houston….we have a date.

So.

I have a date.

For Friday night. with the guy I met at Marco the Great’s birthday party. The friend of QueenE’s brother that he hadn’t seen in years who just happened to be in the same place at the same time that night.

He called and we talked for about an hour yesterday. He lives about forty five minutes outside the city but will be in this weekend. Dinner and drinks after I get off work. Not too late because it’s a school night for me you know.

A date.

I don’t even know how to process this right now.

moving on.

Saw Indiana Jones last night.

I didn’t sleep well, what with all of the mass amounts of ick factor throughout that movie. Indy…I love the man. I love the music. I don’t even mind Shia. But I felt the story to be a bit trite, a titch contrived, and just a little so-so. Having said all of that, I’m glad I saw it. I love that franchise.

I made it to the grocery yesterday for my Big Shop. Back to eating healthy. No more eating out, more taking my lunch and making fresh salads and actually getting back to cooking for myself again. 188.00 kids. One hundred and eighty eight dollars. Fuck around. Lot’s of canned goods because I’m a freak about being “stocked up” It makes me feel safe and secure to have food in the pantry and in the freezer. One would think I was a child of the Depression. Nope. Just a fat kid.

I have a potluck at work today, cut up a bunch of fresh fruit to take. Going to swing by the store for some tortillia chips and take salsa I have here. Should be an ok contribution. Tonight going to the frontier to do some bonusmom hair and pick up the last cat. Finally. I have some home hair to get done this week for Delbert and her brood. Friday will be here before we know it.

Somebody remind me that you cannot ask the Universe, continually, for something, and then be wigged out when you get it. Seriously. I have my reasons, but am ignoring them in an effort to give everything a chance and to be open to new experiences.

how grown up does that shit sound?!?!?!?!?

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4 Responses to Houston….we have a date.

  1. ChromePlatedGirl says:

    Woohoo! A date!

    Did I tell you that my banjo player decided to go back to Atlanta?
    So much for my date this year.

    Have fun on your da-ate.

  2. Kizz says:

    I think it’s perfectly OK to be wigged out when you get it. As long as wigged out doesn’t include refusing to accept this gift from fate. Have fun! Call me and tell me all about it! I have to live vicariously, you know.

  3. Gertrude Jane Kennedy Ewing says:

    Wigs you can handle. You bang hair. And you can handle this… if you were to be able to control it… we’d have all been married to our dream men long ago living in the city of our choosing… drinking wine from the barrel. Thats the thing that makes it so great! The randomness. the surprise! So excited for you… you get to go on a date and explore a member of the opposite sex and get to know all his “Stuff” and what he tries to control and what makes him laugh and cry. Its always an adventure. Congrats honey! You put it out there and got it back!

  4. Joe Banks from Cincinnati says:

    “There are two great tragedies in life. One is to not get your heart’s desire. The other is to get it.”

    -George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman

    Don’t worry, Z, you’ll be fine. Fight against that tugging to run. Don’t over-think, over-analyze, or over-accessorize.

    Don’t think, Meat; Just Throw.

    You are worthy; not just of this one, but of any one you set sights upon.

    Here’s to The Last Stand of the Virginal Casa.

    Cheers!
    >clink<

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