Going to see the Foo Fighters again tonight with Ebet, Court, & Snapper.  Molly & KJ will be there somewhere too.  I know it will be a great show!!  FOO FOO FOO!

Ok sorry to plagarize Ebet but here goes. . .Friday Night Lights (or as Ebet and I fondly refer to it as the ‘I don’t want your life’ show) is one amazing show.  If you loved My So-Called Life you need to be watching this show.  Right now Tim Riggins and Coach Taylor need our help.  Tonight is the last prestrike episode and the show is in danger of being cancelled.  That means no more Riggins people.  How will cubical girls like myself and Ebet make it through our corporate driven work week knowing that Tim Riggins will not be waiting for us on Friday evening?  It’s a pain I hope that Ebet and I never have to experience.  Kristen from e!Online has graciously given us three easy steps to save Tim Riggins from winding up in a PBR soaked strip bar.  Here is how you can help:

Three Easy Steps to FNL Addiction/Salvation

1. Watch the Friday Night Lights Finale tonight (Friday) Tomorrow Night at 9 p.m. ET on NBC:  You don’t have to know anything in advance. This is not Lost; there’s no complicated mythology to learn. If you’ve ever been a person, known a person or wondered about becoming a person, you’ll get Friday Night Lights.

2. Watch Other Episodes:  They are available on nbc.com’s Episode Rewind or in the season-one DVD (a ridiculous $18.99 on Amazon.com for 22 episodes), and every single click and purchase counts. You don’t even have to watch in order. If you just want to watch one to test the water, I recommend the season-one eps “Full Hearts” (Matt & Julie’s first date), “Black Eyes & Broken Hearts” (I dare you not to cry at the end!), “Blinders” (the powder puff game), “Mud Bowl” (it’s what it sounds like)...Hell, just watch one, and then good luck not watching them all.

3. Spread the Word!  Email this article to everyone you know who needs help in seeing the Lights! Let them know you are concerned for their own well-being and that you will help them do whatever it takes to get on board with this amazing show. Then wear your Panthers number 7 jersey with pride, try to keep your drool over Taylor Kitsch to a minimum, and remember…

“Clear Eyes. Full Hearts. Can’t Cancel!”

So why is it that people cannot “get” my name.  I can understand if it is the first time hearing my name...they might assume it is spelled “D-A-L-E”, but if you have known me for a while you might know better. . .Especially if you correspond with me via email.  My email address and my signature on the email both have “D-A-Y-L-E” in them.  Get a clue and stop typing “D-A-L-E”.

Thanks.

Mantra practice. “If it is meant to be, who are you to change that?  It’s time to believe it.”

I reconnected recently with my friend Angie from pre-school.  It has been a couple of years since we have talked and we just picked up right where we left off.  Before that it had been about 15 or so years since we had talked.  That girl is a blast.  Glad we are back in touch.  I am also friends with her twin brother Mark.  I saw him for the first time in years at Angie’s wedding a while back.  We all just acted like we had never been apart.  Got along famously. 

I am in the condo now.  Enjoying it.  My mom was in town last week to help me organize.  She did most of the work while I stressed about everything.  It really would do me some good to learn how to de-stress.  Dr. Oz (don’t act like you do not know who I am talking about) says that high levels of stress can change your chromosomes or something hideous like that.  I just do not know how to decompress.  May need to start running that stress out of me.  Well who am I kidding?  I may need to start walking (strolling) that stress out of me.  Yeah, that’s it.  I almost have to just go to sleep to stop stressing.  And even then I can have bizarre dreams that - guess what - make me stress out in the dream and make me wake up feeling icky.  I am weird.

Mantra practice.  “If it is meant to be, who are you to change that?  It’s time to believe it.”

Going to Atlanta next week to see my Papa and Granny.  Have not seen Granny for a while - maybe since last Thanksgiving?  She is not doing so well so I need to spend some time with her.  It will be nice to see them again.

I planned a possible large happy hour for this Friday.  I think I had 60 people on the list and then I know the info got passed to about 30 more people.  Should be interesting.  We usually get about 40+ people who show up.  Ahh good (potentially selacious!) times. 

Cheers!

I just found out that my friend J is getting a divorce.  I just hope she is ok and will be happy!  Here is a quote from her website:

“All I want is for one guy to prove to me that they’re not all the same.”

My sentiments exactly. 

I opened my fortune cookie after my lovely meal of Sesame vegetables with noodles yesterday and it said:

“If it is meant to be, who are you to change that?  It’s time to believe it.”

So I’ve got that going for me.  Trying to believe it.  We’ll see how that works. 

I am in process of moving into the condo.  I am so excited.  The place is SO nice!  Will publish a few pictures once I get in somewhat organized!

I miss my friend Kelli. She got into some extra curricular activities about 4 or so years ago and as a result, we have barely been in touch. I know she struggles with getting over these activities/issues, but I just want to be included in her life somehow. I just know that we would not have grown apart if she was not dealing with this crap. I think she is embarrassed about her situation and thinks it must be easier to exclude me, her old friends, and sometimes her family.

I looked at her sister’s My Space site today and saw a picture of her with Kelli. There were also pictures of Kelli’s boys. I have not seen them in years. CMW used to call me “Aunt Dayle” in a super sweet little boy country accent. He always called their guest room “Aunt Dayle’s room” since I slept there when I visited. I saw those pictures and was mesmerized. I immediately got sad and then mad. I mean this is my best friend in the whole world and I have to keep up with her via her sister’s My Space page all because she cannot get her shit together?  WTF ever. I just about could not take my eyes off of those pictures. 

Elisabet is getting married next year and we have been dress hunting and talking about the plans. It all makes me think about Kelli. This may sound selfish. . .but WTF am I supposed to do if I ever get married? Kelli is my best friend no matter what. I guess that means I will not be having anyone stand up for me.  I always just assumed that Kelli would be the only person I would have stand up for me. (I figure you do not have like 5 bridesmaids when you get to be my age!). Well I do not want anyone but her.  So maybe by the time I friggin find someone to marry she will have it together.

Some days I am sad and I cry because I miss talking to her about anything and everything.  I miss being able to call her up day or night and just talking about whatever.  I could always call Kelli if something was wrong and she would talk me down.  She is the only person who really seemed to understand me and knows what I am really thinking without me having to say it. 

Some days - like today - I am mad as hell at her. 

My friend Libby sent me a post from a blog that she reads.  I really like this blog.  This is a southern girl and I like to think that she and I could be friends if I lived near her.  Check her out at:

http://charmingbutsingle.com/

Her “About” is “Charming, but single is 27 and lives in the South. She likes both her drinks and her boys tall.” How could we not be friends if I was living there?!

Today is Lola Falana’s 3rd birthday.  I said “Happy Birthday Lola Falana buckies - give mama some sugar on your 3rd birfday”.  Yes “birfday”.  I talk kind of weirdo baby talk to her.  Anyway, Lola seemed unfazed, but she did roll on her side lazily so I could rub her belly.  Then she proceeded to go back to sleep.  I told her happy birfday again before I left and promised to take her to PetSmart tonight.  Lola LOVES PetSmart!  She hates the dog park. . .she loves PetSmart.  I think she likes it because they allow her to poop in there and they do not freak out.  This was the first time we have been in PetSmart recently when she did not do her “business” inside of the store.  I took her to a doggie potty area before walking into the store.  That was my saving grace. 

I figure if this is Lola’s big birthday present that I need to let her roam the aisles as she wished.  No forcing her to sit still while I try multiple sparkly collars on her - to determine that none of them fit her properly.  Just letting her roam around and sniff everything in the store.  She was panting and out of breath most of the time.  I found a little water dish and she drank from it for about 25 seconds before coming up for air.  SHE WAS IN HEAVEN. 

Thirty minutes later I was in line buying her a bone in place of a birthday cake and Lola was tuckered out! 

She is in her room right now eating that birthday bone.  I tried to take it away from her - to have her save half of it for tomorrow and she took off.  Lola apparently likes the bone.  Good job!