My heart's been broken from too long a wait.

What a show. I mean, cross a drunk dinosaur with an Epileptic performance artist and shower it all in fake blood and feed the audience acid-laced candy. That about sums it up.

THERE WERE SHOTS! LOTS OF SHOTS!

I kissed many boys and slapped Sasquatch across the face per his request.

Potsie and I nailed our dance for the Sick-a-Billy crew and I think they were more than pleased. And man-oh-man, the mother-truckin' flag dance?? It made me sweaty with feverish excitement!! There were some "OOPS!" moments but nothing we won't recover from. The CD was bound to skip at one show or another. I'm almost glad we got it out of the way now. And rumor has it there are some pretty sick (the good kind of sick not the puking your cookies on your mother's lap sick) photos out there. I'm jazzed beyond belief. And post-show, well...I love being a Pussyfoot Girl.

Lisa "Mamacita" Marie has retired. That's her choice. I don't like backing-up that choice since she had one more show to go but it's not up to me. She has to do what's right for her. She'll be missed but that's all I'm going to say about that.

I'm excited for Rockabilly Holiday. I'm going to bust my butt...we all are. That's all I can focus on right now...new routines, costumes, practice, and perfection. This is our chance to be fancy. I'm not going to let it pass me by. Sho 'nuff.

Got some interesting news today. Someone I love (and I mean LOVE...no "cheese sandwich" business here) is growing a human being in her uterus. While I have awildly different outlook on the situation than her, I back her up. That's what I'm here for. To support the ones I love and I have a feeling that for the next 8 months, she's going to need some helping hands and loving arms. She's got 'em here!

I'm missing Brian Setzer tonight. I have too much on my mind to give him the attention he needs.

The "we're going to rock 2006 in in my rock-n-roll basement" project got goin' yesterday and I've gotta admit, I'm getting mroe and more excited about the New Year's festivities. If you're not here, you're a moron. I'll be wearing a new dress and having more fun than you.

Carol "The Shoe" Schulien made me some mashed potaters than I plan on devouring. Teh destruction begins in 30 minutes.

I'M VIAGRAVATED...and I'm not going to take it.