toast is hard and bar-b-q sucks
movies
the last three I've seen:
1. Hotel Rwanda
2. Maria Full of Grace (Spanish - subtitles)
3. A Very Long Engagement (French - subtitles)
(all within the past week - no wonder I'm so depressed)

1. Hotel - everyone should see this film. When your kids are "old enough"...they should see it too. We will be in Iraq forever, yet we let almost a million people die in Rwanda.

2. Maria Full of Grace
This film moved very slowly, yet it was good. Definitely worthy of watching. It's about a young, pregnant Columbian girl who becomes a drug runner, swallowing balloons of cocaine.

I don't see how anyone, who has access to go to/rent either of the movies above will be able to even remotely think about complaining about one ounce of their luxurious life. (Unless, of course, they tried to make Hello Kitty toast this morning or ever tried to figure out the complex male psyche.)

3. a very, very, very, very, very long movie
It was ok. Ehhhh. Parts of it I liked very much. But I swear I felt like I was in the theatre for 6 freakin' hours! If you are planning to see the movie....warning.....I'm talking about it here....
It's about this girl who goes looking for her *missing* fiance after WWI. She goes here. Someone says he'd dead. She goes somewhere else. Yep he's dead. She hires a private detective. She looks here. He's dead. She looks there. He's dead. Then after about 6 hours of this guess what? He's alive. But by then I found myself no longer caring.

product update
I used the Hello Kitty toaster. Frankly, I was a bit disappointed at first. I had some of that swirly, cinnamonny bread, and I tried it first. No distinguishable face of Hello Kitty on the toast. Tried another piece. Cranked the heat setting up more. Nope. Tried potato bread. OK, that worked. I was glad because I was starting to panic and get a bit agitated. After all, I was doing this in the morning. It is not good for me to try to do such complex things before I have had coffee.

Today we are having a lunch at work. The theme is Mardi Gras. Yet the luncheon is bar-b-q. Strangely though, I have never associated Mardi Gras and slaughtered animal flesh before. I hate bar-b-q, and here in the land where people slaughter their own pet cow Bessie and stick her in the deep freeze, people just don't get it so they are always trying to force the bar-b-q on you.

-Robyn...no chipped beef on my Hello Kitty toast
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ewww premarin
http://www.hsus.org/pets/issues_affecting_our_pets/equine_protection/the_facts_about_premarin.html

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token single white female
Welcome to our Church family!
Have two church type incidents I must chat about.

church incident #1
One of the churches I attend is very large and is big on members attending small home groups in order to facilitate personal relationships within the church family. I've tried to land a small home group before, but I've never quite found the right one. When I was going through the dissolution of marriage I did not feel like I belonged in a singles group, and I didn't want to be around a bunch of happy marrieds.

Recently the pastor did a 4 week series and encouraged this small group involvement during the series. The church said you could sign up if you wanted to participate in a group...and you would be contacted by a group leader. I did this twice and was never contacted so I didn't have a group for that series.

Anyway, we are starting a new message series and the church is encouraging everyone to find a small group for the 6 week devotionals. It's a bit different this time as you can get on their internet site and search for a small group. So you have to put yourself out there and contact the group leader instead of a group leader contacting you. So I got on-line, searched and found a group. I emailed the group leader and received a very warm response - we're just starting up our group, we're very excited, you're one of the first to contact us, you'll be part of creating this group.....blah blah blah

But here is the kicker...the group leader said they weren't limiting the group and all are welcome - marrieds, singles, people with kids, people with no kids, all ages.

So last night the leader of the group calls me again to let me know that I am the only single person coming and she wanted to make sure that I wasn't going to feel uncomfortable. Well, no I wasn't, at least not until you made sure that you have pointed this out to me. Uh, but now I will. So I told her that did not make me uncomfortable and she said "good, it will be nice to have the perspective of a single person". Sigh. So now it has turned from something I was semi-excited about to me feeling like some sort of patronized, ostracized freak.

church incident #2
I went to a women's bible study last night. I try to do this things so I can socialize and then I always feel like I don't belong. The bible study is two parts: first group discussion then watch a video. I was the only person at my table who didn't take my bible with me. I was also the only person not married. During the group discussion part they completely deviated from the topic at hand and started talking about babies. This is not a particular topic of discussion that I'm comfortable with so I decided to take a bathroom/get more coffee/send text messages break. I want to watch the videos, I enjoy those, so next time I will just skip the first hour which is the group discussion.

Here's what really bothered me though. There was a pregnant lady at my table (PL#1). Another pregnant lady (PL#2) in the room walked up and started a conversation with her which I could overhear. PL#2 was obviously fairly new to the church, and in a delicate situation without a husband. PL#2 asked PL#1 about the small home group PL#1 attends. PL#2 was apparently, like me, looking for a small home group for the new study. PL#1 told PL#2 "well you can come if you like but you probably wouldn't feel comfortable because it is all married couples".

The pastor espouses that we be a church that doesn't restrict to people who look like us act like us dress like us....and the congregates bob their little heads up and down, but when you break it down into individuals and small groups it seems like I always see something entirely different.

Sigh. I feel like a giant bitch already. There is this older lady who offices on one side of me....she's not in my area and I really haven't spoken to her. But today, all of a sudden, she had her computer set quite loud so that every time she hits enter or something it bakes a "bing". Finally, after enduring this for a couple of hours I realized I might go insane or have some sort of outburst or incident so I asked her to turn it down. If you've ever seen that movie Office Space it was similar to the way that one lady answers the phone... I am only capable of drowning out so much. Anyway, I feel really bad that the only interaction I've had with her is telling her to make it stop.

-Robyn...you would be in a small home group with me, wouldn't you, even if I told you to turn the computer down?

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completely insecure about all things except the Hello Kitty toaster and the 25th day
"I Love You" sightings:
1. A couple of months ago, Mr. Poodle Hater accidentally told me twice "I Love You". One of those deals where you are getting ready to walk out the door, getting ready to hang up the phone and the words just slip out. So I let those slide.
2. Then we had the whole incident where I got the text messages that I thought were from him but they were actually from a small child belonging to him who has an unbelievable grasp on cell phone technology. Ugh. We still don't want to talk about that one.
3. I've gotten lots of "I'm falling in love with you's". Or, "I think I'm falling in love with you". Or the "I am trying to figure out what it means to love you". I also got lots of "I like you". Or "I heart you". Yes I would literally get a text message on my phone that said "I heart you".
4. Then right around the new year, we were at church and lots of other people were standing around. Right in the midst of this he leans over and whispers in my ear "I Love You."
5. Since then, he told me "I Love You" once on the phone when we were getting ready to hang up. I also got another "I'm trying to figure out what it means to love you". Huh? Did he mean it when he said it? Did he change his mind?
6. Then the other night night, he stops by, takes my car to fill it up with gas (score!) and drops my keys off and tells me he loves me before he goes. I know when he said it I made a face at him....crinkled my nose at him.....just because it's so sporadic and caught me off guard. Then I wonder when I'm going to hear it again?

And yet it is puzzling to him why I would be completely insecure about our relationship. A Hello Kitty toaster only gets you so far.

explanation of the female body
Just to clear things up for some of you men who think that women only get their periods once per month. Actually, no. I got my period on January 1. And since I get my period every 25 days, I will actually have two periods this month. If you do the math....365ish days per year divided by a period every 25 days...it actually comes out to 14.6 periods per year. Sigh.

former spouse fodder

Talked to my kiddo last night. Nate said that him and daddy might be moving because Daddy has found a house to buy. Nate was quite serious when he told me this. I told Nate I was very happy for him and his dad and I hope it all works out. Then after I hung up I was very sad. I started going down this path that I don't like...the how come he is in a position where he is able to buy a house and I am going to be paying rent for the rest of my life... I try to be a person who is not concerned about what other people have that I don't and find contentment with my life. But I gotta admit this one got to me.

But then I remembered. I remembered just this past Saturday when Nate's glasses were broken and former spouse took them to the eyeglass place to get them fixed. It cost a $10 co-pay. Former spouse told me the eyeglass place also offered to replace lenses for additional $10 co-pay. Nate has had glasses for probably close to 7 months and while he is careful with them, he is after all a kid and there are scratches. Former spouse declined to do this. So I called the eyeglass place and asked them to go ahead and replace the lenses and I would pay for them when the glasses were picked up. Then I called former spouse and told him I'd done this, in case he happened to pick glasses up. I just told him I had requested new lenses, didn't tell him he needed to pay, didn't enter into any discussion about payment, etc. Then he said....well I don't know if I can pay for that or not. Mind you, when Nate got the glasses 7 months ago I was the one who took him to the doctor. I was the one who paid for the exam and I was the one who paid for the glasses. Didn't ask for anything from him.

So I'm ok now. All better.

-Robyn..."words of love so soft and tender won't win a girl's heart anymore/if you love her you must send her somewhere where she's never been before" (The Mamas and The Papas)
OK, perhaps more effective when actually sung by Mama Cass and not typed.
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me and poodle hater/signficant other/special friend/boyfriend/hello kitty toaster buyer at Bingo Night
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bad attitudes will not be tolerated
Arrrrgh!

What a day. It should tell you something that I am at home on a Friday night, it's not even quite 9 as I start to type and I am in pj's drinking Tazo tea with the Nater-potater.

Had to tell Nathan approximately a billion times to put glasses on, etc. this morning. Then when we got to Grandma and Grandpa's house, told him hey next time Mommy won't ask. You are a big boy. When Mommy's ready to go, we are leaving. And if your little ass is not ready, you are going barefoot, no glasses, in your panties, etc. OK, so I am paraphrasing but you get the picture.

Nato potato. The poor kid broke his glasses today. Oh well, they know us by name at Lenscrafters. Kiddo doesn't feel well. Due to strange dissolution arrangements, I am responsible for paying for medical stuff, yet former spouse is responsible for carrying insurance. Only he changed insurance this year, has provided me with no cards (yes I've asked), I have no idea about providers, facilities, co-pays etc. Am not a happy camper. If Nate is not feeling better in the morning, former spouse has agreed to take him to the clinic.

Apparently James Dobson of Focus in the Family is now picking on one of my absolute faves, Sponge Bob Square Pants. My bathroom is decorated in the happy little sponge. Apparently Dobson thinks it is not right for Sponge and his friend Patrick to hold hands. And Sponge is happy all the time. I let a lot of this kind of stuff go right by, but now they are hitting me where I live. If I recall correctly, Dobson also said that if a member of his church won the lottery, he would not take 10% of the money. So if I win the lottery, I'm buying one of those giant Sponge Bob's on E-Bay and sending it to Dobson.

-Robyn
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what's behind door number 2?
I don't know what to write here. There's no thought process people!!!

I am trying to get my name changed with the Social Security administration. Turns out that it would be easier for Mom to re-birth me and apply for a new card. Was explaining this dilemma to Mom yesterday. I told her, hey, I'm in no hurry. So she made the comment that time goes by so fast that it'll be here before I know it. So I explained that I will probably get married dozens of times before I retire. Dozens! Geez! I am never changing my name again. I don't care if I get remarried and we ALL have different last names. Not going to do it.

Older brother just turned 36. That is very distressing to me because that means that I will be 34 on my birthday. 34 is ok, but I'm telling you right now I am going to freak out about 35. Dad keeps finding great humor in pointing out to me that I will be 40 in six more years. Oh holy jeepers.

I have been working sporadically on my New Year's resolutions. No hurry here. Here's what I've got so far. 1. I'm reinstating my old tradition of making Thursday night manicure pedicure night...put on the pjs, watch something mindless and do the nails. 2. I toyed with the resolution of not going to McDonalds, not like I go there very much, but then I started to think of summertime and dipped cones and thought that might not be a good resolution? 3. Not step on a scale the entire year. Unless required by a medical professional. C'mon do you really need an exact weight to write me an Rx for amoxicillian and sinus medication? You can't eye-ball it? Pahhlease. Anywho, if the doctor makes me step on a scale I will but I won't look at the number and I won't ask.

No updates on Mr. Poodle Hater. Did I mention I got the Hello Kitty Toaster? He implied that he had a Valentine present for me. Don't ever tell me you HAVE a present for me, because I will probably hound you until you give it to me. So I told him that I thought Valentine's Day was a completely stupid holiday, when in fact I really wanted him to just give me my present. I fully intend to act as though Valentine's IS in fact a big deal.......and he should take me out to dinner, buy me a card/candy/flowers, etc. etc. We'll show HIM who can be vertiginous!

Anyways, the aforementioned present was the Hello Kitty toaster. I have not used it yet. I actually do have a loaf of bread, I bought some of that cinammony bread for Nate the Great, but I have not used the toaster yet because it is so stinkin' cute and it's all new and pristine.

Mr. Poodle Hater bought me a lovely antique brooch for Christmas. Quite pretty. Only, when he gave it to me, he was disappointed because one of the stones had fallen out. And I was disappointed because it wasn't my big diamond ring but we'll just keep that as our little secret. So last week when I finally had a couple of hours off at the same time the jewelry store was open, I trucked across town to have it fixed. Had it repaired, had all the stones checked, and I'll be damned if another stone didn't fall out of it yesterday. The jeweler will not at all be surprised to see me again, because I am totally all about high maintenance jewelry as I am bringing the charm bracelet in about every other day.

Poodle hater said that he felt bad about it, he shouldn't, but he said he would take it back and get me something else. I don't want something else. Perhaps a pin with stones that fall out is symbolic of our relationship? Or should I let him take it back and see what's behind door number 2?

I think all of the inauguration stuff is completely stupid. I think each president should only be allotted one inauguration celebration. If you are elected two terms, yes we can swear him in again and what not, but we don't need a bunch of expensive hoopla. Since he was prez before, wouldn't it have been cool if he would have said no inauguration stuff, let's donate a big chunk of change to feed the homeless, tsunami relief, SOMETHING.

Nate made the talent show at school. He's going to do magic tricks. Try outs were yesterday, so Nate and I celebrated last night with an Oreo Pie. I don't like Oreo's, but this was delicious. And just so you know, we would have celebrated with pie even if he hadn't gotten into the talent show. We would have just had a pie party for no good reason.

TOTALLY treated myself to PF Chang's the other day. Got the steamed veggie dumplings and Shanghai cucumbers. Total yummy.

Well, I guess it turns out I had quite a bit to write for someone who didn't know what to write. Must go. You see, I'm a very busy and important woman, and I have a meeting to attend. It's to discuss a printer, for cryin' out loud.

-Robyn...Shanghaied with the Hello Kitty toaster
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red streaks, nocturnal emissions and the deuteronomist
Outfit of the Day
It's blue jean day. As I rule, I really don't like jeans. But I make them look good. I have on my favorite Old Navy faded jeans. Size 6, so that makes us happy when we can fit into something size 6 from Old Navy. I have on a yellow oxford shirt from The Gap. Untucked. Then this grape-purple wool blazer. Shoes: black and white houndstooth kitten heels with patent leather bows. Super pointy toes. People, we don't always have to be so matchy-matchy. Sometimes it looks smokin' hot to not color-coordinate.

I do look really good but I'm not proud of the fact that I have on a plain white bra. Granted, it's a plain white bra from Victoria's Secret, but I feel so blah.

My hair looks awesome. My brilliant hairdresser put some red in place of some of the brown. Just had it streaked last night. My red-headed grandmother would be so happy with the way my hair looks. I feel super sassy with my darker hair, but I'll always be a blonde on the inside.

the men in my life

Poodle
OK. I saw something happen the other night when Okie was sleeping. I'm not quite sure what it was. Either he was having a seizure or a nocturnal emission. Is it possible for doggies to have nocturnal emissions? Some things cannot be un-seen. That's all I want to say about it.

Special Friend/Significant Other/Man of God/Boyfriend/Snog Partner
Well they are pretty much the same, aren't they? Whether, when becoming bored with you, they turn on ESPN, or pick up a book on Moses and the Deuteronomists.

justin time
I now have three watches that 1. have working batteries 2. display the correct time. I, as a rule, do not wear a watch. This is due to the fact that I was married to a watch for the better, or worse, part of a decade and it was completely unnecessary for me to know the time because he always let me know. He's one of those INSANE people who's definition of being on time actually means being 1/2 and hour early. But I had to go to the jeweler yesterday, you know, cuz the stone fell out of my big diamond ring, so I grabbed some watches out of my giant draw o' watches. I kind of toyed around with the idea of watch-wearing being a new year's resolution. Yep, still working on those. Anywho, Nate was not at all impressed with the watches. He informed me that even if I had a watch in my body I would still be late. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is precisely why the child is in the gifted and talented program.

Tomorrow is deluxe pedicure day. Woo-hoo!

-Robyn...what is a "deuteronomist" anyway and how can it be more exciting than my red high-lights?


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submitted for your approval
Apparently when you get "serious" with someone who is pastoral they have to go in front of the ministerial board.

I'm wondering, if in fact you get serious, if perhaps a joint meeting could be conducted with the Archdiocese processing my anulment. Perhaps I can be annulled and disapproved/approved in one giant swoop. Maybe we can take it one step further and bring in some representatives of the Church of the Jumbotron as I've not yet renewed my membership there. Maybe Kirk Cameron could officiate.

Anywho, what does the ministerial board need to do anyway? You'd think if anyone could hopefully make a wise relational choice it would be a pastor (Jim and Tammy Faye). Maybe the ministerial board could more wisely use their time with other sad saps who probably met their special friend significant other dog hater at someplace stupid like divorce support group or Walmart. Oh.

What would the ministerial board do? Are they going to want to make some sort of determination regarding whether someone's underwear is Nazarene enough? What do you do if they don't like small sweater-wearing dogs?

And if things ARE getting serious, somebody needs to go before MY board. I'm not sure who would be on it, but I bet Mom would like a spot.

I'll submit some things for your approval:
*The people at Starbucks can vouch for me.
*I don't have any tattoos. Willing to get one of a sock monkey if that would help.
*I've already been to miscellaneous Methodist, Assembly of God, Catholic, Baptist churches AND the Jewish temple. C'mon guys, let's be fair. Nazarene is the next logical choice!
*I have a lot of slips (even though I seldom wear one). Mom buys me a new slip every year. (Like slips can go bad?)
*I have a fabulous sense of style.
*I have a collection of Cherished Teddy figurines.

For your disapproval:
*I hardly ever check my post office box.
*My car is somewhat of a giant trash can.
*I told all of my employees today that if I can hear them talking they are entirely too loud. It has been the loveliest, quietest afternoon ever though.
*Last night for dinner, I had popcorn and lemon pepper seasoning. I'm not going to tell you if I actually put the lemon pepper on the popcorn. Today I have eaten part of a scone and some cheese nips.
*I cannot sleep and have major dark circles under my eyes.
*I secretly like Eminem and the smell of cigarette smoke.
*My pumpkin from Halloween is still sitting on my patio. It's now more of a scientific experiment than a decoration.

-Robyn

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plucking petals
he loves me, he loves me not
he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves Rat Dog not...he loves Rat Dog not....

I'm going to quit plucking the petals and just enjoy how pretty the flowers are and how nice they smell. Will save the plucking for my eyebrows.

Movie review
Saw "Finding Neverland". Good movie. I wanted to see "The Aviator" but I never have any sort of plan when I go to the movie. I usually just show up and see what's next.

Rented "Tanner on Tanner". Sucked! Didn't even make it 15 minutes in the DVD player. Now that everyone has the movie pass at Blockbuster, they never have any movies.

Other DVD update: have watched the first season of "Friends" on DVD. Was a Christmas present. Takes me back to a time in my life when I too was in my early 20's and still had hope. Also watched "Love Actually" again! Sister in law Candace was kind enough to get this for me for Christmas. Now I can watch Hugh Grant dance anytime I want. If that doesn't give you hope, I don't know what will. And the good news about watching all these DVD's is that my toenails and fingernails look quite pretty.

-Robyn...french manicured
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proudly brewing cynical thoughts
Went to a local church last night to see a band. The church was celebrating the opening of a new building. I could swear it was a gym, but they called it "The Cube". Not to worry, they had an explanation of why it's a "cube". Because a cube is complete (huh?), just like God's love for us is complete. They had a scriptural reference, I think it was in Ephesians 3, but I didn't catch the verse. And all churches celebrate new buildings by letting secular bands play, right?

I have attended worship in this particular church in the past. The church recently acquired a new, younger pastor when their senior pastor of ten years left. Even though this church was easily identifiable in the past as a typical "Baptist" church (really it was about as Baptist as they come) now it is ultra-modern and not unlike some of the other non-denom churches I've been to. Seems as though churches are becoming as *Generica* as everything else, and we all know how Robyn feels about a Wal-Mart approach to anything. However the Baptist church now proudly brews Starbucks coffee, and hey that is just the thing to make me sign up.

more religion cleverly combined with tv update
New tv gets TBN or the Trinity Broadcasting Network or Totally Big Nutjoblookinghairdos. Nathan and I spent some quality time at home today. Nathan turned on the big tv and said hey mom, look this station is talking about Jesus. That's good, right? I was mesmerized as some program hosted by Kirk Cameron started. The premise of the show was 1. how many people do you know who are not saved 2. what are you going to do about it.

First Kirk and his co-host (I have no idea who this other guy was) were on Alkatraz giving us a history lesson on the prison. Then they talked about how sin is like a prison. Then they went to a bar and talked to people at a bar, because you know stuff like booze can be a prison. They talked to this guy who was quite a drinker. I think they were wanting to portray liquor as a prison and a bad thing, but honestly this guy looked like he was having quite a bit of fun. Given the choice of hanging with tattoo mohawk guy or Kirk, not sure who I would have picked. Kirk and co-host hung outside of the bar and asked people if they were "good enough to get to Heaven". He interviewed two girls, one wearing a playboy bunny jacket, and asked them if they were good enough. They thought so, then Kirk went through some of the 10 commandments to ask them if they had any violations. Sure nuf, they did. I quit watching. It really was a train wreck of a program.

I dunno. I certainly don't have all the answers. I think Jesus wants us to go forth into the world and spread the news, but I don't necessarily feel that it's our job to "save people". We can't even save ourselves. WWJD - I think Jesus would totally go hang with mohawk guy and playboy bunny girl, I think he would just have a different approach than Kirk. But hey, no judgment here, whatever Kirk wants to do with his "Growing Pains" residuals is none of my bees-wax.

must change subjects
In addition to religious programming, when Nate and I were at home, Nate spent some time giving Mommy a make-over. Nate had bought me a giant makeup set for Christmas and made it his goal to apply every single cosmetic to my face this afternoon. Once I looked like a common prostitute, he thought it would be a great idea for us to go to Blockbuster and was quite upset when I insisted on washing up first. I mean, you never know when you might run into Kirk Cameron and a television crew.

-Robyn...looking pretty darn cute on a Saturday

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slim not shady and can't snap on a lid
why I am not fit for manual labor

Attempted to clean the carpet at the condo. Borrowed Dad's steam cleaner. Mom got real irritated that Dad was just letting me borrow it. She was of the thought that he should just come over and do it for me. No! I have a college degree! I am a very important woman. I manage people for cryin' out loud! Surely I can use the 12 volt Silver Black & Decker steam cleaner! So I schleped the steam cleaner upstairs. (This was after I had schleped the sweater wearing accoutrement of a dog and all my other stuff upstairs. I haven't made it home until I've had a couple of trips up and down the stairs.) Now back to our story already in progress. I filled it with cleaner and hot water, as instructed. I steam cleaned my floor, so I thought, but then I went to empty the supposed dirty water out of the reservoir tank, and it was empty. So I called parents. Mom answered the phone and I said ok what'd I do, shouldn't there be water in here? Mom got Dad on the phone. Dad sensing the wrath of Mom, as he had not just come over and done it for me in the first place, quickly said "I'll just come over!!!". Dad came over and basically SNAPPED THE LID ON TIGHTER for me. Sigh. So close. Almost.

Do feel really, really good about the weekend and upcoming week though. The condo is immaculate and the laundry is done, so maybe I can get in some much needed beautification of me me me - brows, mani, pedi and catch a movie and get a new book go to the gym. Yea for me. Nate is totally fixated on this local band and we are going to go watch them tonight. That'll be good - let the kid watch the show and learn some new guitar faces to practice.

In case you are wondering about what's been going on with my TV's. No doubt you are. As you will recall the last time we talked about it I now had 3 televisions for my 900 square foot condo. The television which is now in my bedroom has not been plugged in and has sat, unplugged, on my dresser for a couple of weeks now. So you can see that it is vital that I have a tele in my bedroom. I was also shocked and dismayed to discover new tv gets MTV2. I found this out when they were having a "best of Eminem" special. Thank goodness it was a short program and not an all day marathon, because I was totally sucked in. I think Eminem is a total genius and the fact that I like him is a dirty little secret I am sharing with you . Yes, just you. They also show Beavis and Butthead on the MTV2 which could be a real problem for me.

-Robyn
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slick in spots
I am so looking forward to getting up and going to work every day for the rest of my life.

It is cold and icy outside so the world has practically come to a standstill. Some things I don't like about the cold. I don't particularly like bundling up. It makes me feel all fat to have on say a t-shirt and a bulky sweater. But today I have on a sweater and socks that match so I am all matchy-matchy and cute. Old Navy rocks. Anywho, I'm also tired of my hair having the static. I'm using anti-static stuff and hairspray "product" and what not, but I still get the static.

Baby Names

In the news today. The top 10 baby names of 2004 (vs. 2003)
(You can also refer to these lists as what you should NOT name a kid)

Girls' names
Emma (Emily)
Madison (Emma)
Emily (Madison)
Kaitlyn (Hannah)
Hailey (Hailey)
Olivia (Sarah)
Isabella (Kaitlyn)
Hannah (Isabella)
Sarah (Olivia)
Abigail (Abigail)

Boys' names
Jacob (Jacob)
Aidan (Aidan)
Ethan (Ethan)
Ryan (Matthew)
Matthew (Nicholas)
Michael (Joshua)
Tyler (Ryan)
Joshua (Michael)
Nicholas (Zachary)
Connor (Tyler)

Assembling my OWN list of top baby names.
in no particular order
Reese (girl)
Keegan (boy)
Keely (girl)
Quinn (girl)
Larry (but only for a girl)
Carl (boy)
Jennie (girl)
Addie (girl)
Carmen (girl) - this is probably my favorite
Justice (either)
Pearl (girl)
Rose (girl)

Dinner with the parents again last night. Mom made fried chicken. I was assembling a plate for Nate and had the audacity to attempt to put a chicken leg on my child's plate. Mom said "NO"..."he doesn't LIKE fried chicken, I made HIM chicken nuggets". I find this terribly amusing (NOT) as I was raised in a home by two parents, one of them who strangely resembled this nugget-woman, who would not let me have my 5th birthday party until I finished ALL of my scrambled eggs (guess who no longer eats eggs) and prepared such lovely concoctions for us kids such as liver and onions. My how times have changed. And Nathan WILL eat fried chicken. I've seen him do it on many an occasion. And and and I am not a short order cook. I fix it, you eat it or starve. Or more like, I get take out, you eat it or starve.

Always be prepared (that's probably why I have assembled aforementioned list of baby names). My birthday is exactly 4 months from today. I won't give too many more warnings about my special day.

-Robyn...yes please
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startling revelations in the church foyer
more Nazarene underwear

Went to church with nice church boy, preacher man, significant other, special friend, romantic interest. Right before Sunday School, yes Sunday School, nice church boy pointed out that my purple bra was showing. Yeah, so what's it to ya?

There is something so non pastoral about me.

man-icure

Can't believe I forgot to share this little story the other day.

Mom and I kidnapped niece Kitty Kat on Friday. I asked former spouse if I could borrow Nathan at the same time, since he was under former spouse's care, custody & control. Of course former spouse agreed.

Right after we picked Nate up, former spouse called on the cell phone. Actual conversation. "Would you please take Nathan to get a manicure while you are out". "Nathan says you take him to the manicure place, and now he won't let me cut his nails because he says I hurt him and it doesn't hurt to get a manicure." (No, it doesn't *hurt* as long as you are secure with your masculinity.) OK! If you insist! So that's how we ended up with pretty nails for the new year.

We won't mention this little story to romantic interest, boyfriend, etc. etc. I already have a few strikes against me: the sweater wearing accoutrement of a doggie, Nascar, my beauty and power intimidates others, blah blah blah. However my membership at the Church of the Jumbotron expired at 11:59 p.m. December 31st, so I do have that going for me. Must be on best behavior with the man because if it's gone on for this long I may as well try to make it til Valentine's Day.

Got my period on New Year's. That seems like a crap way to start the year, even though it is nice to know I am in reproductive good health. I'm not sure who I should be angry with? Mother Nature? Eve? I dunno. But I am pissed at somebody.

-Robyn...no I don't have any farm clothes

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