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First of all, Happy Halloween!  Today my name is George aka Millie of Happy Time, and of course only one person has surprisingly recognized the reference.  My boss missed his appointment, so he doesn't have to die today.

Secondly, yes, that is my highschool yearbook photo.  Is it just me or do I totally look stoned?

The reunion rocked, all the hard work paid off, I'm only $150 in the hole, DJ Mikey saved the day, and when our rockin photographer Joseph Gomez gives me the disk I'll post some photos.  In the meantime you can check out the photos I took at http://1997fhs.shutterfly.c...!

Or I'm going to completely LOOSE IT!

A friend of mine did an incredibly sweet wonderful favor and agreed to DJ the reunion for me.  I confirmed with him a few weeks ago, but it was always a game of phone tag.  Then this week I thought to ask if he has his own equipment, I know he read the myspace message, but he hasn't replied.  On top of that I've text him and left him a voicemail and still haven't heard from him.  So I'm spinning into a mild panic of just not knowing for sure.

I'm hoping he is not avoiding me because he can't do it for one reason or another.  I'd rather just be told so I can find a back up plan - but my reunion is tomorrow and if he says he can't do it I don't know how I'm going to do a back up plan at such a last minute especially with this being Halloween weekend!  I know there is always big speakers and an iPod (equipment I have) ... but I don't have a wide variety of music.  Omg, omg, omg, omg.  I'm going to call him at 10:00 am and see if I can get ahold of him.  I need my mind to be set at ease.

On top of that I need to order balloons today, finish the nametags, do a loan signing, finish the baskets, and ... oh my stomach is just hurting thinking about it.  What the heck am I doing here at work?  Oh yeah, making a living.  :)

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Well, after my roommate let him out this morning at 10 AM.  She ran after him, which scared him, and he ran down Oleander Ave to Beale Park.  That is where she ran out of breath and lost sight of him.

I searched the neighborhood by foot and car from 10:30 AM handing out my business card to anyone on the street.  I stopped at 12:45 to post this and print out posters to tack up everywhere.

I began tacking the posters to telephone posts toward the park, as I was stapling one near the park a car passed me and then turned around.  The woman said "A little brown male Chihuahua?  I saw him on Chester Ave by the Veterinary Hospital.  He ran from me toward 3rd St"

So off I drove, dropped a poster at the Vet, the lady pulled up again and told me which way she had seen him run earlier.  So I then began posting signs on third, as I stapled up another 2 women pushing a stroller said, "Are you looking for a little tan chihuahua?  We saw him in front of that store over there and called here doggy doggy, but he ran"

Then the Vet called me and said the ladies inside had seen him go by again then run across Chester toward Kragen!  So I sped down third, crossed Chester to Kragen and as I was going across the street I saw him!  He was standing at the edge of the parking lot watching cars drive by.  I pulled into the parking lot yelling IGBY!  IGBY!  He was already running toward my car having seen me coming!

I opened my door and he jumped in and covered my face with kisses then looked out the window as we began driving home, I stopped at the Vet to introduce him to them, then removed the posters I'd put up along the way.

I guess we can call today "Igby's Great Adventure!"  He crossed 2 major streets and the doggy god must have been looking out for him and acting as his crossing gaurd. 

Last night I couldn't sleep.  For whatever reason I opted out on taking the little pill that sends me to dreamland.  Dream dream dream, wake up!  Dream dream dream, wake up!  Dream dream dream, wake up - check the clock - it's 4:30 am and the dog is standing at the door doing the poo poo dance.  I shouldn't have fed him past 8 - but at least he was patiently waiting for me to put my slippers on.

I stood at the open front door listening to the wind and feeling the cool air creep around my ankles, finally he did his business and ran back in more than willing to join me again under the warm covers.

Dream dream dream, wake up!  Dream dream dream, wake up!

One of the ex's called.  Which is really the reason why I'm even writing this blog.  Funny thing is I wrote a very similar one about not being able to sleep and reminiscing on this particular ex a year ago.  He stopped by to watch a movie with Pumpkin and I last night.  Tonight he's coming over for dinner, he made it clear several times that he is single.  My sister and I wonder if he has a motive ... well, whatever the reason, it's nice to see him again.  He's still my ever loving sex god.

My life is full of coincidence.

And I'm a glutton for punishment.

Back in January I was hit in the head by the stupid stick and took charge of planning my highschool 10 year reunion.  How hard can it be, right?

Wrong, oh so incredibly wrong.

It is this Saturday.  I have reserved a room at the Four Points Sheraton that requires a minimum food count of 50.  Even after several perky (a word not normally in my vocabulary) happy encouraging email reminders to get their payment in ASAP, I still only have 34 paid tickets.  Folks, 8 of those tickets are the committee and myself.  I have 60 RSVP's on evite.com - wait make that 59, someone just emailed and said they won't be attending. 

Did I mention I have to pay the full amount due to the caterer today?

How about the new rumor that so and so heard that there is a reunion being planned for 2008.

There is a freakin helium shortage and party stores are not able to fulfill balloon orders, now that made me laugh and I thought maybe it was a joke until the next store had the same sign.  (There is one store with helium, so it's okay) ... but does anyone know where I could rent a tank and how much?

I still have to go shopping for the rest of the stuff for the door prizes, with what freakin money?  Thank goodness for one basket being donated by an alumni and for a friend of mine acting as DJ for free - oh shoot, I need to ask him if he has his own equipment.  OMG if he doesn't, I'm going to SCREAM!

I'm so stinkin broke I'm just doing my own hair and wearing my standby little black dress.  It takes me an hour to fall asleep at night because my mind is racing, and that's with a sleeping pill!

If you even here me utter the word reunion in 2017 please direct me to this blog and smack me upside the head.  Oh, and if I ever decide to get married - tell me to hire a wedding planner.

Those who are closest to me know the one thing I love to do most in the world  - beside sleep and eat - is to travel.  If I couldn't get away sometimes and remember my name I would go insane.  Sometimes all of my life troubles can be solved, well at least put on hold, just by hoping on a plane.

My travels have led me to laughter, life, and love.  My eyes are opened more and more, my horizon is expanded.  I thought I would share my adventures with anyone who cares to take a peek: gypsygal.shutterfly.com  More photos will be added from other adventures. 

Remember, sometimes it just takes a little change of scenery to reawaken your soul.