"Helloo?" mom answers the telephone, her voice full of sleep.
"Hi, mom. I just got your message from last night. Everything okay?" I ask, a little concerned by the tone of her voice in the message.
"Oh!," she says, suddenly wide awake. "I was just calling to tell you that I'm a movie star."

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my quest to be a not-too-terribly fat bride is back underway. i have 116 days to complete this quest (note the presence of the quest timer in the upper right-hand corner of your screen). that's 16.57142857 weeks, for those keeping along at home. will i do it? can i lose at least 20 pounds in 16 weeks? history tells me that i can...i've done it before. my friends in the past have been: Weight Watchers (always), no red meat, no eating out, no birth control (so.not.going.to.happen.). this time: my actual friends, Ben, Weight Watchers, the gym (oh my good God, how i've missed the gym!), and not eating like a crazy person.

and so, it goes. after nearly 3 weeks of alternating between not being able to eat anything, eating lightly and blandly, eating "normal" food, and completely overdoing it, i am back on the Fat Wagon.

( a cut because i'm nice like that. )

i have four words for my stupid gallbladder:

goodbye...and good luck.

i celebrated early again, this time by leasing a new car and eating a mushroom swiss bacon bison burger. and onion rings. and having a beer. yeah...so much for that "bland diet" they told me to stay on. and so much for staying super-hydrated today.

anyhoo, tomorrow my mom and Ben will be driving me to the hospital where i will be put through all sorts of hell, be heavily medicated, and then be released to go home where two of the most loving people alive will take care of me. the trick will be not drinking water from midnight (20 minutes from now) until after surgery. what if i accidentally slip and drink a liter of water when i'm taking my medicine tomorrow? will i pee all over the operating table?

...i'll report back with the results soon.

kim, my gallbladder says 'thank you' for the fond farewell...and to everyone, my new car says, 'hello!' well, sort of. i'll take pictures soon.

woooot! a good day is upon us! Ani's show tonight at the one and only Variety Playhouse is going to be wonderful! if not because it's Ani, and that's reason enough, i get to hang out with my PSGF! oh my! it's been too long! i need me some Kungfooey-luv. and tonight i'm gonna get some! ha. that sounds dirty. i'm glad Miss Jennifer is so kind, sharing, and understanding. and that she knows i'd never do anything to steal Miss Christina away, even if i could...but i digress.

actual tickets so as to keep the actual ticket stub from the show: check.

warning Ben that i'm going to be a lesbian for the next few days*: check.

t-shirt that says "Who's Afraid of Ani DiFranco?" in a font similar to the one on the DVD cover of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?": ...damn. i knew i should have bought that in-home silkscreen machine.

dinner plans with Miss Christina: TBD. because i ended up talking on the phone to my BF and my mom for the better part of last night, i didn't get to call my PSGF and make pre-show, stalking-the-Variety-for-Ani plans. oh noes! i'm hoping she'll read some LJ today so that we can plan our afternoon/evening of girly-loving-ness. wooohooo!

*yes, i have warned Ben that seeing Ani renders me lesbianic for a few days post-show. so he shouldn't get offended if he finds me listening to lots of chick singers at high volume, glaring at him for no reason, and/or if he senses that my legs are a might too hairy. i think he's scared, and he probably should be.

So, this post is about a week overdue....oops.

( The Proposal )
( The Ring )

because, unlike last year, i'm not too lazy to post my own entry (but i will link to kim's): here's how i spent my fabulous friday night: birthday pumpkin butchering at the Thornton home in Dunwoody.

like last year, i questioned my ability to poke tiny holes in a pumpkin in an attempt at making a pattern with which to work; i seem to have a problem with keeping the sheet of paper in place and unwrinkled. because when the paper is removed, the dots just look like a bunch of misplaced dots, and not like a pattern at all.

unlike last year, though, i picked one of the most difficult patterns in the history of pumpkin-carving patterns known to man, and kept having to refer to the sticky, disintegrated piece of paper for guidance. maybe the combination of meaty lasagna and beer made me crazy. maybe i was inspired by the insanely difficult-looking harry potter patterns kim and i ran across after the festivities last year and joked about practicing on all year in order to be able to pull off by this halloween. maybe i enjoy frustrating the hell out of myself with a good challenge. i'm not really sure. i have to say, though, the sweat, blood, tears, and spilled beer were well worth the effort (picture stolen from kim, because her pictures turned out waaaay better than mine):



most of the way through, i was cursing myself for choosing the stoopid pattern, and cursing all of the curves in that crazy napoleon fro. it took me a hell of a lot longer than anyone else to finish, and i was tempted to pull a greg and just cut a big hole in my pumpkin and call it art. but, in the end, when all the candles were put in place, i was pretty happy with the result.

( more pumpkin butchering, etc. )

what fun!

Kit's belated birthday dinner at El Azteca, complete with margaritas and the three of us. then, a stop at Green's, one of the best liquor stores in the known universe, for two bottles of wine: one to be consumed on Kit's porch, and one for the reserves (or for sunday), plus one non-adult beverage for kim. then, it was onto La El Porcho, where much girl-talk ensued, and, it goes without saying, much fun was had. i forgot how much i missed quality multiple-girlfriends-at-once time (excluding Cheap Chinese lunch days with Carie and Melanie). i was wrong, Kit, that table is about the same size as Bahama's, but there are four chairs, and all are in pretty decent shape (haven't been exposed to the elements in well over a year). anyhoo, we all started to get cold at around 11:00, and two of us had to drive home, so we tried to go inside...only find ourselves locked out on the back porch. that drunk Bahama, that crazy door-locking Bahama. as Kit said, "oh, she totally gets a zero." thank god for spare keys hidden in strange and unusual and never-before-thought-of places...

anyhoo, i enjoyed the evening muchly. i love sitting around, spending an evening like that with mah bitches and hos. or...bitch and ho, rather. unless Muse, Idgie, and Bella count...because that's a whole lotta bitches, and maybe only one ho. though i don't know who the ho would be...it's really hard to say, considering that two of us (the girls, not the dogs) have been involved with and/or fooled around with one of the same guys (though never at overlapping times)...heh. i never really thought about that before...but, that's pretty funny. it's like...well, nevermind. i don't make a  habit of equating a man to either trash or treasure...unless he really deserves to be called one or the other. but yeah, one woman's something is another woman's something else entirely...or not...or something.

aaaaanyway. for now, it's off to bed (obviously, as i'm not making much in the way of sense to anyone but myself), and for tomorrow, maybe a trip to the vet (if she can work me and Tiny in). and if not, then it's off to work i go, hi ho, hi ho. oh. forgot all about West Wing (but my evening was much better than a TV show). anyone who caught it care to fill me in?