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I’m going to use the effing Ped-egg on my feet despite my better judgement about the ickiness. Yes, I’m sure it does work wonders and all. I guess I will soon find out so I don’t have to humiliate myself showing a pedicurist these beasts.
I finally got around to coloring my hair and may even go as far as shaving my legs and slather on some more self tanner. Why, you ask? Hot date? No. I just spent 4 hours running errands in my pajamas. Without even the bother of throwing on deoderant or doing more with my hair than a crazy headband/bun motif. I need to make myself feel better.
Don’t let this happen to you. Change your clothes, make the effort. I probably met my soul mate today at the grocery but he thought I was homeless woman spending my last dollar and wondered if he should slip me a few bucks.
I’m attempting to wear lipstick. Every so often I get bored and start playing with the eight truckloads of makeup, unused and taking up both vanity cupboards in my bathroom. Lipstick is kind of fun and makes you sort of look finished. I know this isn’t a new concept ha just not one I’ve bothered with unless it was formal occasion.
Soon I’ll be spazzing about needing to put on my lips like my mom who can’t function in the morning without coffee and lip color. It’s happening folks, becoming your mother comes on like a virus, and once it’s in the system, well…
Braiden couldn’t have been more thrilled with the Inaugural events of this past week after jumping on the bandwagon during the election. He thinks our new president is the coolest, in exact words “he rocks, mom.” Indeed, he is probably more hip than the past leaders, as long as he can keep being a family man, then I’m all for him being the coolest.
I’m now in search of a “rocking” poster, as much as I love all the magazine cutouts taped up on the walls I think we’re going to have to trade.
I served my time at my former job, frustrating as it seemed to tone down my usual stubborness and walk through those doors again. I ended up having to work only 16 of the requested 40 hours to earn my layoff and severence so in the long run it was less painful than I imagined.
I must enjoy the little things, like my boss’ embarrassed look when there was no real training left for me to do and signing the package agreement staring the dollar amount in the face knowing I currently had $18 to my name.
Now I can give my new job the proper try, as much as I’m not liking things – at least I’m not pulled in two directions and stressing. It’s a job and another income. This can only be good.
from the array of baby and child rearing resources. Maybe something titled “How to best survive grandma: Or you’ll end up being dragged to horrible things like the circus”. Braiden’s grandma is his favorite person in the world, and no I’m not even jealous. She brings him home and says things like he ate cheesesticks and doritos for dinner or buys him McDonald’s. She’ll drive 30 minutes out of her way to take him where ever his heart desires. No, I’m okay not being like that.
She’s currently planning a summer vacation. See, I told you I couldn’t get out of it. I thought we had the dates all figured – it worked for all of us. Now it’s changed to the most inopportune week she suggested. She also insists on offering to come over anytime to my “trailer”, as though it’s Craphole Island, to watch Braiden so he’d never have to stay alone here. He’s done great learning to stay on his own and has been excited to do this. This did not go over well with me, I don’t need her presence interfering and making him feel afraid rather than a ‘big kid’. Nor do I want a kid who doesn’t know how to do anything for himself or behave without hovering supervision – that’s her parenting not mine.
Sigh. I never thought my own mom would seem so easy to understand and get along with someday. Maybe if this new job doesn’t work out, I can write the above book with the first chapter titled: Move Far Away.
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