Wow. Two posts in one day. I'm on fire. Stop me.
It's a two-fer! It's a two-fer! Another post!

OK, it's either 11:40 or 12:40. I hate daylight savings time. It's stupid. I prefer RST - Robyn Standard Time. Everyone should submit to my body clock.

I have a purpose. First I rid the trick or treat candy bowl of those little bitty tiny snickers. How can they make them so small? That's ok. Nate doesn't like those. Now I'm movin' on to the little Twix bars. Nate doesn't like those either. OK, this is the last one I'm going to eat. I swear.

Exiting, glamorous life (feel free to hum "glamorous life" song if you know it while you read this....who sung that - Sheena E.?). Anyway. We all need a glamorous life:

1. Church.
2. On the Border. Yummity, yummity, yum.
3. Housecleaning. Folding laundry. Putting away laundry.
4. Brushed Okie Dokie.
5. Painted my finger nails for about the millionth time as I watched "Love Actually" for about the millionth time. Color of nailpolish chosen: It's Sheer Luck.

Just checked. All the twix are gone. Thank goodness. Now I can safely go to bed. I kinda feel like getting all deep and blathering on, but not tonight. A girl's gotta get up and go to work tomorrow. Bring home the bacon. Even though I don't eat it. Maybe another night. Awww.

-Robyn.......please make the candy go away.

- posted by Robyn @ 9:35 PM 1 comments

 
Soy Goodness and Nate the Great Prom Date
Happy Fall Festival
I did dress up Friday night. I wore one of my prom dresses, circa 1987. It's pink. Not pink like today's pink, but 1987 pink and if you were there you know what I mean. Taffeta. Not a fabric that comes from nature. Oh, did I mention pink with white polka dots? Giant sleeves. And a huge, ginormous bow so big it only could have come out of the 80's. Why did we feel so compelled to put these giant bows on our heiny's? Now-a-days I try to only minimize the size of my backside.

I was a bit down on myself Friday. But then I put on the prom dress and thought, hey.....it's been 17 years since I wore this, and I can still fit into it. Score one for me! OMG, it's been 17 years since I wore the prom dress. I had to giggle to myself thinking the last time I wore it I at least got a nice, fancy dinner and got to kiss a boy and wear a corsage. Now Nate was Nate the Prom Date and we ordered pizza at 9 o'clock at night. He will still kiss me, although begrudgingly.

My parents were having dinner at "the club" so Nate and I stopped by prior to taking in the festivities. We were quite the hit amongst the old people eating at the club on Friday night. Then we went to two halloween carnivals....oh, pardon me - fall festivals - on Friday night. Nobody said look at that sad old woman wearing her prom dress, so that was good. I did receive some positive comments on my attire, mainly from the teenage crowd who thought my dress was the coolest thing ever. Coincidentally, most of them were dressed in the 80's garb complete with legwarmers, etc.

So after the two carnivals and trick or treating and one "trunk or treat" at another church and various and sundry other ways to collect candy, my son now has a huge bowl of it on my kitchen counter. I did go through it and carefully inspect my son's candy. Not necessarily to look for open packages, etc., but more to look for the good stuff.

I've done this before. I know how it works. He will eat virtually none of the candy. I will pick out the good stuff that I like - butterfingers, almond joys, blow pops, and I noticed some white chocolate in there. I will eat that stuff, which I really don't need even if I can still fit into the prom dress. Then sometime around Easter I will throw away the rest of the crap before we get all the candy from the bunny. Then he doesn't eat the Easter candy, I pick at that, throw it away around Halloween-ish. It's a vicious cycle.

Someone did have the good sense to give my son a huge handful of dove chocolates. I thought what a wonderful person. I was singing the praises of the nice house who gives dove chocolates. Nathan said, "oh, that was grandma". Good, that means she's probably got the rest of the bag at her house.

One of the festi-falls was at a Baptist Church. For our attendance we received a booklet by Billy Graham and a pumpkin prayer. You are supposed to recite the prayers as you carve your pumpkin and it tells you what shapes to carve things in - for instance you are supposed to make the jack-o-lantern nose into the shape of the cross. I think it's great that churches are ministering to the nice children and families who happen to be at church inside the church participating in this church activity.

Breakfast this a.m.
Shhhhh.....I made hot cocoa for my kiddo out of soy milk. I watched him take a drink. I thought maybe his bein' raised on the whole milk from a cows teat suitable for baby cows might have made him overly sensitisized but he did not notice. Score one for mom! But don't think I am entirely evil because I also made him those Pillsbury rolls and I always cut them in half and make them itty-bitty because everything tiny is not only cuter, it's more delicious.

-Robyn...more delicious and did I mention I can still wear my prom dress


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top of the mornin' to ya!
Well it's 4:30 and I'm up on a Saturday morning. Blogging. Sadly, you have no idea how long I laid in bed before I got up.

If I hadn't just passed a drug test, I'd think I was on crack.

Went to the Greek Festival last night. I was with a rowdy bunch, and think we might have come precariously close to being kicked out. Did we consume large quantities of ouzo and act up? No, we decided to open the door to the sacred altar while the Sunday School teacher was watching who specifically told us to not touch the doors to said sacred altar. Sunday School teacher also said the large icon was a picture of Mary. That was one ugly looking Mary. I thought it was a guy. Sorry Jesus.

Sorry, not feeling very inspired at this wee hour. There is no coffee! (gee Robyn, I wonder why you cannot sleep) Going to french tip my nails. I may have insomnia, but I'll be quite pretty.

-Robyn...would someone please bring me a white chocolate mocha, non-fat with whip?
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it's lonely at the top
why I make such a horrendous single person

1. For dinner, I can eat peanut m&m's.
2. I can't get the lid off of my Starbucks commuter cup, and that just pisses me off. I need a big, strong, burly, lid-removing man. Or woman.

But on the plus side, I get to have all the shoes I want and the whole closet is just for me me me!

Yesterday was my first day at my new job. I will just have to assure all that I looked very cute. It's too bad someone couldn't have taken my picture, with you know, a digital camera, to commemorate my day. Like those "first day of school pictures". Nobody gives a rats ass about you when you are a grown up.

I made my first decision today. I told an employee she could work through her lunch. It's lonely at the top. But I knew that it was likely people wouldn't like me.

I have never been very good at the whole taking my lunch thing. I try to be well organized in the mornings, and this is just one thing I can do without. I try to make all decisions the night before because lets face it I don't start to think until I've had coffee. But I'm thinking hey....fresh new start....fresh new job.....I'll start taking my lunch! So I packed my yogurt and my granola bar and I walked off and forgot it. Damn....so I had to go to Pei Wei.

I used to save all my "fortunes" from fortune cookies. I can no longer do that unless I intend to start wallpapering with them. I also have a nice supply of soy sauce and hot mustard packets. That very well may be my emergency food stash. The whole Pei Wei thing is completely out of control. Someone stop me please. Stage an intervention or something.

I went to Beth Moore bible study last night with Mom. You learn cool stuff at bible study. Like the holy spirit is represented by oil in the Old Testament. Some people say this is crap though. My Mom (thankfully) doesn't go to the part of bible study where the ladies sit around and talk - just the part where they play a video of Beth Moore. That's good, because I don't care much for the sitting around and talking part. There's always one person in the group who won't shut up, and one crazy in the group. Sometimes they are the SAME person, and that's too much.

Bananas for the Homeless

Thinking of starting a charity. Here's what I do. On the rare occasion I go to the store, I always buy bananas. Then they turn brown/black on my counter. Wouldn't it be cool if I could arrange to donate my banana money to the market, and they could just give the bananas to someone who needs them and will eat them and not let them sit around and rot?

off to work on my halloween costume

-Robyn

p.s. tomorrow is the Greek Festival! Opa!

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nugget mania asian food frenzy hocus pocus good friend
The marquee at Wendy's says it's "nugget mania". I had no idea. I bet the chickens don't think so.

I have a real sickness. I have eaten at Pei Wei every day but one since it opened last Monday. And on that day, technically I could have eaten Pei Wei leftovers, but I didn't. I did reheat them up for a friend though. My fortune cookie today (even though they are not really fortunes but more like philosophical saying cookies) said people find it hard to resist my persuasiveness. Ha!

I got a job! I got a job! I got a job!
I was unemployed for exactly 6 days.

I am so glad to be done with the whole interview thing. It is so corny. Those silly questions:

"Where do you see yourself in 5 years?"
Gee. I don't know. If I could go back five years in my time machine and answer this question, I certainly would NOT have said in five years I hope to be divorced, sharing my kid, renting and unemployed.

"What is your dream job?"
"Dream" and "job" are two words that just don't mix. When I "dream" about work, it is generally not a good thing that working has invaded my sleep pattern. Someone paying me to sit around and drink lattes. That would be lovely. Pay me to be with my kiddo. Paint my fingernails. There is absolutely no "dream job" in the insurance industry. It simply does not exist.

"Do you like to work more in a team environment or by yourself?"
Well, that depends. If I like the people, and/or if they are pleasant to look at or bring me food I like to eat, I like to work in a team environment. If the people are crazy sociopaths, I more prefer the whole lone wolf thing. Sometimes even if the people are psychopaths, I do prefer to work with them ever so briefly so that I might pass work off to them. Delegate.

"Why should I hire you?"
Because I really don't want to go dance at the Red Dog Saloon or live with my parents again.

So what are you really proving in the interview process? Yes, I can think of clever responses which sound good, very quickly. I am able to say things which I really don't mean and you know I don't mean in a fast and coherent manner in order to hopefully convince you to hire me. Also I have proven that it is WAY easier for attractive people to get hired. Te he he.

As I was getting dressed for church this morning, struggling to get ready in time for an 11:00 service since I didn't get out of bed til 9, I thought gee I'm going to have to be on-time, even early, to work because I am a boss. Holy moly.

When they called to offer me the job, they went into much detail about the benefits. They apparently have a wellness program, and will pay employees $5 for every pound they lose. The HR lady who was explaining this to me apparently had not seen me when I came in for the interview. For 80% of the local population, yes, you should be explaining this. But I am in the sick/twisted .000001% of the population who has issues with eating and you have just further encouraged me to starve myself so that I can buy myself a new outfit, size 4, financed from losing weight! Anywho, they don't pay this out in cash, the HR lady said they pay it out in the form of Target/Wal Mart gift certificates. I told her that probably made more sense than say a restaurant gift certificate. "Congrats on losing 10 pounds, here's your Outback gift card!"

I had to go get drug tested. Apparently this company feels like their employees work better when they are not under the influence of barbituates, etc. I slightly resent this, as I have never taken drugs, I don't know what my work product would be like - it could be better if say I smoked crack. Plus, that's one way to keep your employee's weight down!

I learned a lot about myself in the few short days I was unemployed. I didn't like what I found out. Turns out, I am a big spoiled baby. But my former husband probably could have already told you this. Giggle giggle giggle. All kidding aside, I live my life way too comfortably. Yep, I was concerned that I needed a job because there is no one to take care of me and I need to pay my bills, but I was also thinking about how lush my life is and how I wasn't going to get to continue to drive around in my brand new car and be able to do stuff like get a manicure, eat at Pei Wei's, go to Starbucks. How sad is that when there are so so many less fortunate in the world and how blessed my life is.

I'm glad the whole job search thing didn't have to go on for too long. Definitely would have required zoloft. As part of my week of interviewing/job search blitz, I went to a "job fair". Don't let the "fair" part fool you. There was NO cotton candy. At this job "fair" I had to take a typing test and another sort of data entry test. I made zero errors on the data entry part. The recruiters were amazed. I typed 85 words a minute. While it was somewhat fun to observe the other "applicants" watching my fingers fly on the keyboard, it was also very sad. The minimum requirement was 25 words per minute, and some people were having to take and re-take the typing test to try to get their speed up to the minimum required.

There is nothing in my refrigerator. I have cheese slices, the same cheese slices I've had in there for a very long time. Milk, which is sort of questionable. The date is ok, but it doesn't smell good. But I don't drink milk, so I don't think it ever smells good. And when I get up from this computer and put my leftover Pei Wei in the fridge, that'll be in there. I think I'm actually going to go to the grocery store.

Hocus Pocus
My son is TOTALLY into magic. He has a magic set which came with a video and he knows several magic tricks and card tricks. I cannot tell you how painful it is to watch an 8 year old do magic. He is trying so hard, but if he messes up on a trick, he has to start over. And tricks can be long and rather involved. Then when he is done, he wants to tell me how the trick works. I don't want to know! I keep telling him he shouldn't tell the audience, but he seems to think I should know because I am the magician's mom.

How long do you have to date someone before you are no longer introduced as "friend"? Is there any other term besides "boyfriend" and "girlfriend" that sounds a bit more appropriate when you are a grown up?

-Robyn...typed by your good friend at 85 words per minute while drinking Chai Tea from Pei Wei
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hi
Hi. Here I am. It is I.

Apparently when you have a phone number, like 555-0000 it is better to say five-five-five-zero-zero-zero-zero instead of five-five-five-oh-oh-oh-oh. More professional sounding. But I only have one zero in my phone number and I said zero instead of oh so I didn't screw that up.

I don't like negative sounding things. Like "divorce", so I say "dissolution". Or "ex-husband" so I say "former spouse". Or unemployed. So we will just say I'm on sabbatical or holiday or in a transitional period or on hiatus.

My hair looks fabulous, so I've got that going for me.

Hooray for Pei Wei

Pei Wei opened up Monday. So far I have gone Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday. It will take me a while to work through the menu and figure out what is my favorite thing. I had edamame today which I totally dig because I am so tacticle and like to touch stuff and you get to eat with your hands.

Finished my book: "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time". It was a good read. Quick.

www.stupidvideos.com
go to shirt folding
this is what I'm going to learn in my new-found spare time.

love you bunches

-Robyn...off to pluck my eyebrows

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unemployed, no ice cream & I smell like a skank...
Random things I think about as I find myself suddenly unemployed:

1. more time to focus on my charity work
2. no $$$ = no food = great way to lose a few extra pounds
3. I can always join the Army. Wait - the pretty girls go Air Force. I'm way too hot for the Army.
4. unemployment is one more thing I can blame on George W. Bush
5. no rushing to work means I'll save tons of $$$ on speeding tickets....wait a sec...I NEVER rushed to work....so how come I get all those tickets?
6. can get job at Starbucks and I'll get my coffee for free and probably come out ahead
7. finally have the freedom to go back to school and join that sorority I always want to join
8. there's always Hooter's
9. More time to blog! Hip Hip Hooray! Hip Hip Hooray! Bonus: blogging is totally free!
10. it'll be fun to dress up for all those interviews and I'm especially excited about the pantyhose
11. I will never, ever, ever again have to sit on hold with American General Insurance Co. for 20 minutes listening to their crappy hold muzak
12. let's face it....no coffee pot, no fridge, no food on-site - it was a crappy job
13. who cares, I got a poncho
14. great opportunity for me to "eat up" the surplus of food in my fridge & pantry te he he
15. so what, I've still got plenty of Zoloft left over from the divorce
16. helllooooo.....no job - do ya think I can finally get some child support here? huh???
17. it's too difficult to submit to a sugar daddy as long as you are working...and it's way to hard to type with a big diamond ring on your finger
18. Live life with no regrets. Seriously.
19. still have a room at my mom and dads
20. my car already looks like a homeless person might live in it
21. can now become praise singer for Oral Roberts ministry
22. finally will have time to house train the puppy

I'm sitting at home drinking a Mocha that I made with my very own espresso machine, thank you very much, because that's what poor unemployed people do. I also went to church this morning, and that's free. I did not get there early enough for the free donut holes, and that's a shame.

McDumbasses

I went to McDonald's yesterday. My son and I were having a fun day together, and for some reason it seemed like a logical thing to do with a small child. I mean, why else would you go there, if you didn't have a kid? We were hungry and drawn in by the $1.00 double cheeseburgers. And that's what poor people do. They eat crappy, processed, unhealthy, cheap food.

Here's what we ordered. Two small drinks. Two small fries. OK pretty simple so far. Here's where we totally jacked around with McEmployee's. Two double cheeseburgers with NO MEAT and NO ONIONS. And two double cheeseburgers with KETCHUP and CHEESE ONLY.

Our receipt 100% accurately reflected our order.

Here's what we got. Two small drinks (technically we did make these ourselves so the McEmployee's could not have screwed this up with the exception of not giving us our McCups) and two small fries. So far, so good. Four double cheeseburgers with MEAT AND CHEESE AND KETCHUP AND MUSTARD AND PICKLES. So they left the onions off. I had to go back to the counter. And explain it again. These were white, blonde girls with ponytails. I was BETRAYED BY MY OWN PEOPLE! I walked away from the counter and I overheard one of the girls say..."oooooohhhhh, she must be a vegetarian!"

Quote from Nathan, "I hate McDonalds". So I may be a big unemployed loser, but at least I have raised my child properly.

And to top it off, their ice cream machine was broken.

Oops I did it again....I smell like a skank.....

Went to the mall yesterday (to see Shark Tales - ehhhh). Cut through the perfume counter at Dillard's and was accosted by one of those perfume sample people. Wait maybe I can get that job. The fragrance: Britney Spears Curious. So I acted like this was just the BEST THING EVER. I acted so very excited, not only did she spray some on me and give me one of those cardboard smelly things, she reached behind the counter and gave me a FREE SAMPLE too, and anything free at this point is good, right? I hate to admit this, but it actually smells very good on me and not at all skanky. And hey, maybe if I wear it, I TOO can be married twice in one year.

-Robyn...welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order?

- posted by Robyn @ 11:36 AM 2 comments

 
bootylicious

breakfast is the most important meal of the day

Needed a little pick-me-up this morning. So in addition to the sugar-free-vanilla-non-fat-caramel-macchiato I got the pecan diamond bar. A treat "loaded with pecans" according to starbucks.com.
490 calories.
37 grams of fat.

oh. my. goodness.

The nice little girl at Starbucks helped me to justify this. She said, "oh, you have the whole day to work it off"! Nuh-uh! I'll be sitting on my fanny at work all day! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, there's a lot riding on it, because when you start out like this it's potentially all downhill! No doubt by day's end I will be a big, fat heap on the couch eating macaroni and cheese and crying into a bag of potato chips. I might as well start eating meat again! Just go get a big mac and large fries already! OK, I just went and looked - a Big Mac has 560 calories but only 30 grams of fat. And maybe if I'd had that I wouldn't be so hungry right now! But hey, no cow had to die for my pecan bar.

confession

I like Destiny's Child waaaayyyyyyyyy too much. Bootylicious. Bug-a-boo. Survivor. Independent Woman. Really cheers a girl up.

purse

Not so much a purse, but rather a bag I use to haul around lip gloss. I have 7 different lip products in my purse right now. Sadly, not even my personal best. I think I've gone as high as 11.

cheese makes everything better

Contemplating my weekend plans. http://watonga.com/cheese/

The last time I went was in 1987. I had just recently gotten my driver's license, my grandparents had a brand new gold Ford Taurus. I think they wanted me to go so I could drive. My cousin Chase went too. My Grandpa screamed at me the whole time I drove. And encouraged me to pick up hitchhikers. It was so much fun I haven't been back but the cheese curds are delicious and Nathan would probably have fun...but he's a kid and doesn't need me to drag him around to this kind of stuff to be entertained.

woo-ing

boy story #1
Smoker boy just informed me on my way back into the office that he is taking me out to lunch next week and he is NOT taking no for an answer. That' s always a great way to propose any sort of interaction between a girl and a boy don't ya think?

boy story #2
Got flowers. That was very, very, very nice. They are just beautiful. I've only had roses twice in my life, and that was preceded by jackass-like behavior. It's very nice to get flowers "just because". Now if only I weren't such an ill-behaved witch...

That's all. Oh - one more -
apparently no one is responsible for their actions
http://www.downedbikers.com/faq.html

-Robeyonce'



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untitled
Just slightly cranky. Sometimes I think I sleep too much...like last night I probably fell asleep about 10:15 and I didn't get out of bed til 6:30. I woke up once during the night - 2:30 a.m. Had a text message on my phone. I read it, tried to decipher what time it had been sent. Military time is confusing at 2:30 in the morning. Went right back to sleep. So I had 8 hours of sleep yet I am still groggy and in a fog.

Today is donut day. That's good. French Cruellers* make things better.

Tiger Woods got married. Shucks. There goes my brown sugar daddy. He married a nanny/model. I want to be a something/model. Can you be a case manager/model? Office manager/model? Insurance worker/model? I could perhaps work on this if 1. I had an actual job title to put with the /model. 2. I could actually be a model (I'd have to give up the French Cruellers* and exists on air, coffee and cigarettes and remove about 18 years from my actual age.

*Note: When you spell check "cruellers" it brings up "crawlers". Ick.

I am allergic to everything outside. This is the time of year when you just start praying for a freeze. Dear Jesus, please freeze all the crap outside to kill it because I cannot breathe. I am cheap and poor so I sleep with my window open and then I wonder why I cannot breathe.

Today is Oct. 6 which means 1 month til my half-year birthday. Which means 7 months til my actual birthday. In case you want to start shopping now:

http://www.tiffany.com/
http://www.prada.com/

I always go to the Greek Festival. Cannot remember a time in the past 11 years or so that I've missed it. Anywho, there are 15 days til the Greek Festival. However, I discovered a Greek restaurant this week which means technically I could eat the Greek Festival food anytime I want, which kind of takes away some of the fun out of the Festival. But anything with the word 'festival' in it is a good thing. Plus the Greek restaurant doesn't have the greek pastry sampler pack (which I usually scarf down one or two of these during the festival weekend) and I'm pretty sure they didn't have the Greek coffee - small cups of burnt coffee, full of grounds and sugar.

It is a bit chilly. I dragged out a long sleeve t-shirt and full length jeans but I do still have on the flip-flops.

I rented Romeo and Juliet at the Library last week. The original movie, from the 70's? It was due back yesterday and now it is late. I'm not happy unless someone is charging me late fees. I am not taking it back until I watch it. I also got Pride and Prejudice because Colin Firth is in it. How sad is that. Not because it's a classic, but because Colin Firth does something for me.

Here are some random sites. I figure if you are out here reading this blather you really need some sort of entertainment. Like I should have to be responsible for you! Go!

http://www.globalrichlist.com/
http://www.joebravo.net/tortilla/tortilla.htm
http://www.arandamusic.com/
http://members.tripod.com/talk_jewish/id19.htm

-Robyn


- posted by Robyn @ 12:00 AM 2 comments

 
Slaughtered animal flesh and manicures

the things we do for like

I went to the Bar-B-Q place to get take-out for a boy. Not for me. Hmmmmm. I am a vegetarian. I thought maybe I was going there because I secretly have a desire to eat a big 'ol bar-b-q beef sandwich and maybe I really wasn't being nice and thoughtful. But once I got there, and saw the clerk take out a big 'ol side of beef and slice it up, and then serve out some chopped beef, I decided it must really be like because no, I did not have any desire to eat the slaughtered cow even though the bar-b-q place is olfactory-ily pleasing to me. In my effort to be nice I also managed to spill cole slaw juice all down the front of my dress, but oh well. Also flirted my way into a free Mountain Dew, even though I do not drink Mountain Dew. Hmmmm! So either the strange feeling in my stomach is (1.) butterflies or (2.) queasy-ness over the whole beef experience.

I figure:
1. If your choices are to either be nice to someone, OR go the gym and work out, it's much more fun to be nice. Save the gym for when you are really pissed off at someone.
2. By attempting to fatten others up, you can feel thin in comparison, a smug non-meat-eater, therefore you need not go to the gym.

attacked by pumpkins

My son and I went to Small-Mart yesterday to pick punkins. My mom always puts a jillion of these orange orbs on her front porch even though they will no doubt be destroyed by pumpkin-smashing hooligans. She bestowed upon Nate the honor of picking the pumpkins. My job in the process was to (1) take Nathan to Small-Mart to do this. (2) be the one to crawl around and dig through the pumpkins. So, when Nathan pointed his little finger, I would move pumpkins around til we could get that one. When you start moving pumpkins around, other pumpkins start rolling around and piles of pumpkins start collapsing when you pull a pumpkin out. So, there I was, in my Old Navy Linen capri genie style pants and my pink flip flops with my mani and pedi being attacked by pumpkins and hoping to god I wasn't going to see a mouse amongst the pumpkins and hay.

please allow me to drop everything and work on your problem

Lovely interaction with the former spouse this weekend. Now that I can look back and reflect, let me put a positive spin on it. Because that's what I do. Once you have made a decision, one that was perhaps difficult to make, it's very nice to have things to reinforce/reaffirm that you made the right decision.

Style

My son took the dog for a walk yesterday. When he was walking out the door, he told me he was going to wear my poncho (which, by the way, I am wearing every chance I get). I was in the other room but could see him put my poncho over his head and mutter under his breath "stylish". Yep, WAY, way way way way way too much time around Mom. This is also the sort of thing that happens when you allow your 8 year old son to have a mani.

Yep, when I went to the Asian manicure place on Saturday, I dragged him along with me. Let me preface this to say it was special, extenuating circumstances that predicated my doing this. I would normally not take him to do this with me even though I have made sure he dang well knows how to behave at the Nail Salon, Starbucks, restaurants, etc. etc. etc.

He asked if he could have a manicure. I said sure. His nails were long and in need of a clipping, which I end up having to do with much trauma & drama involved. So, it was TOTALLY worth the few bucks I spent while I was sitting in the pedicure massage chair, for someone to wisk my child into another room where I could not see him or hear him and clip his fingernails. Plus the nice Asian lady apparently doesn't clip the nails as close as mean, mean mom does so this method appears to be favorable to Nate as well. All involved experienced happiness. I'm sure once his dad finds out we were getting our nails done while he was at the OSU football game, well, I'm sure he'll experience happiness too.

-Robyn...reeking of rancid cole slaw juice but hey, the sun ALWAYS shines in my world.






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