7.28.2007
cracking up
I'm not dead, and I haven't been scared away by an anonymous commenter, I just haven't had a computer. My Mac has a crack and had to go to the shop.
7.24.2007
just desserts
Having desserts at my favorite restaurant last Friday night. I'm a sucker for anyplace with twinkle lights.
7.23.2007
waterproof mascara
I'm sad about Tammy Faye.
If anyone can appreciate a pastor's wife who doesn't outfit repeat and likes the eye make-up, its me.
If anyone can appreciate a pastor's wife who doesn't outfit repeat and likes the eye make-up, its me.
7.20.2007
caffeinated coke and clothing concepts
I have got to cut back on the caffeine.
I mean, do I really need to be awake and writing at 5:15 a.m.? I don't think so.
Last night, the Pastor and I went to eat Mexican food and I guzzled my 3 huge diet cokes with dinner, because if I get a diet coke at a restaurant, the Pastor is going to make sure I get his $1.50's worth. Only yesterday we actually ate dinner at more of a dinner time - 5:30, instead of our customary 3 o'clock. That much diet coke so late in the day doesn't work for me. It's like I'm on crack.
So now I will be going to Starbucks here as soon as they open, and I will start the vicious cycle all over again.
The SK's are leaving today. The Pastor and I are going out tonight and I will need to be more like Nancy Nazarene and less like myself. I haven't figured out what to wear. The Limited is gone, but many things in Macy's Inernational Concepts line have been 75% off so I am not without choices, many of which look like they have been consuming too much caffeine when I need more of a de-caf look.
I have this little number, which would make me an outfit repeater:
this dress I haven't worn yet, which I totally thought had an Asian look to it, and of course they have an Asian model in their picture:
I know it's not appropriate for tonight, but I wanted to show it off anyway. So as long as I'm at it, here's one more of my clearance finds -
I also got an peach/brown dress which I can't find a photo for, which is a possibility AND one of my friends will be very glad to hear yes I did buy one of those floor length dresses, because I only had to pay $12 for it (It had been $122!) and I had my tailor cut off about a foot from the length.
OK, if you are still with me here and care about what I wear tonight, then you might as well help me decide for later this weekend too. The Pastor and I are taking the traveling Pastoral road show to Vici, Oklahoma. No, I don't even know where that is, so I googled it to find as of the last census, Vici had 688 residents and 97% of them were white. If you're one of them, be on the lookout for a very stylish woman this Sunday. I will be searching for the nearest cup of coffee and will probably be wearing that purple dress and eye make-up not becoming of a Pastor's wife.
I mean, do I really need to be awake and writing at 5:15 a.m.? I don't think so.
Last night, the Pastor and I went to eat Mexican food and I guzzled my 3 huge diet cokes with dinner, because if I get a diet coke at a restaurant, the Pastor is going to make sure I get his $1.50's worth. Only yesterday we actually ate dinner at more of a dinner time - 5:30, instead of our customary 3 o'clock. That much diet coke so late in the day doesn't work for me. It's like I'm on crack.
So now I will be going to Starbucks here as soon as they open, and I will start the vicious cycle all over again.
The SK's are leaving today. The Pastor and I are going out tonight and I will need to be more like Nancy Nazarene and less like myself. I haven't figured out what to wear. The Limited is gone, but many things in Macy's Inernational Concepts line have been 75% off so I am not without choices, many of which look like they have been consuming too much caffeine when I need more of a de-caf look.
I have this little number, which would make me an outfit repeater:
this dress I haven't worn yet, which I totally thought had an Asian look to it, and of course they have an Asian model in their picture:
I know it's not appropriate for tonight, but I wanted to show it off anyway. So as long as I'm at it, here's one more of my clearance finds -
I also got an peach/brown dress which I can't find a photo for, which is a possibility AND one of my friends will be very glad to hear yes I did buy one of those floor length dresses, because I only had to pay $12 for it (It had been $122!) and I had my tailor cut off about a foot from the length.
OK, if you are still with me here and care about what I wear tonight, then you might as well help me decide for later this weekend too. The Pastor and I are taking the traveling Pastoral road show to Vici, Oklahoma. No, I don't even know where that is, so I googled it to find as of the last census, Vici had 688 residents and 97% of them were white. If you're one of them, be on the lookout for a very stylish woman this Sunday. I will be searching for the nearest cup of coffee and will probably be wearing that purple dress and eye make-up not becoming of a Pastor's wife.
7.19.2007
yes, and no
No - the YMCA's response to my demands that they make me "Camper of the Week."
Yes - the step-children's response to my inquiring if they had peed in the pool. (Gross!)
No - my response to Loretta (step-daughter #2) asking me if I had "ordered her dad off the internet."
Yes - my response to the guy at Starbucks today who asked me if I was married, in front of the Pastor.
Yes - the Pastor's response to my persistent questioning via text message "do you want to kiss me?"
Yes - the step-children's response to my inquiring if they had peed in the pool. (Gross!)
No - my response to Loretta (step-daughter #2) asking me if I had "ordered her dad off the internet."
Yes - my response to the guy at Starbucks today who asked me if I was married, in front of the Pastor.
Yes - the Pastor's response to my persistent questioning via text message "do you want to kiss me?"
bikini mission
After reading Nora Ephron's book "I Feel Bad About My Neck" earlier this year, I vowed that this summer I would wear a bikini every chance I get.
My plans have only been foiled by the fact that it rained every day continuously for way too long. And the whole point was to wear them at the pool/White Water/beach, etc., and not just around the house! But the sun is finally shining and I can start working on my lofty goal. Below are a few of my suits. And I must say, this is a nice change from the suits I used to have to wear in July - skirts, jackets and pantyhose - back in the day when I had to dress "corporate." Ick.
And if any of my friends need a swimsuit, let me know. I have quite few! Maybe this could be a new mission field for me.
My plans have only been foiled by the fact that it rained every day continuously for way too long. And the whole point was to wear them at the pool/White Water/beach, etc., and not just around the house! But the sun is finally shining and I can start working on my lofty goal. Below are a few of my suits. And I must say, this is a nice change from the suits I used to have to wear in July - skirts, jackets and pantyhose - back in the day when I had to dress "corporate." Ick.
And if any of my friends need a swimsuit, let me know. I have quite few! Maybe this could be a new mission field for me.
7.18.2007
soap dish
dirty little secrets
Passivist Pastor: What happened to the soap in our shower?
Renegade Robyn: Uhhhhhhh, it broke???
Passivist Pastor: Did YOU break it?
Renegade Robyn: Uhhhhhmmm, yesssssss.
Passivist Pastor: Did you break it in the shower when you were mad at me?
Renegade Robyn: Uhhhhhh, yes. Sometimes I like to take things and throw them and turn them into smaller things when I'm mad.
Passivist Pastor: You break things?
Renegade Robyn: Yes.
Passivist Pastor: What else have you broken?
Renegade Robyn: Well, have you ever noticed how often I need hairbrushes?
Passivist Pastor: Hairbrushes? Wow.
*****
At this point, I'd like to blog in my defense about the fact that I've had a spider on my bathroom windowsill for two weeks, which I have not killed, and I peek in on it every time I go to the bathroom (when I'm not breaking brushes) to see what it's doing. But then I realized having taken on a pet spider doesn't make me appear less crazy. And also in my defense, the Passivist Pastor was asleep this morning when this occurred:
SC: Robyn! Someone's gum is on the dining room table!
The dining room table! I personally spent more time and effort getting that table than I did birthing my bio child. I nearly spent as much of my life looking for that table as the entire gestational period for Nate (who is at camp, btw, so it's not his gum). It is my only new, nice, purchased piece of furniture.
I have to brush my hair now.
Passivist Pastor: What happened to the soap in our shower?
Renegade Robyn: Uhhhhhhh, it broke???
Passivist Pastor: Did YOU break it?
Renegade Robyn: Uhhhhhmmm, yesssssss.
Passivist Pastor: Did you break it in the shower when you were mad at me?
Renegade Robyn: Uhhhhhh, yes. Sometimes I like to take things and throw them and turn them into smaller things when I'm mad.
Passivist Pastor: You break things?
Renegade Robyn: Yes.
Passivist Pastor: What else have you broken?
Renegade Robyn: Well, have you ever noticed how often I need hairbrushes?
Passivist Pastor: Hairbrushes? Wow.
*****
At this point, I'd like to blog in my defense about the fact that I've had a spider on my bathroom windowsill for two weeks, which I have not killed, and I peek in on it every time I go to the bathroom (when I'm not breaking brushes) to see what it's doing. But then I realized having taken on a pet spider doesn't make me appear less crazy. And also in my defense, the Passivist Pastor was asleep this morning when this occurred:
SC: Robyn! Someone's gum is on the dining room table!
The dining room table! I personally spent more time and effort getting that table than I did birthing my bio child. I nearly spent as much of my life looking for that table as the entire gestational period for Nate (who is at camp, btw, so it's not his gum). It is my only new, nice, purchased piece of furniture.
I have to brush my hair now.
7.14.2007
out of the mouth of the Pastor
"You don't LOOK maternal."
What a nice compliment. I can only assume that is because I don't wear ball caps and mom jeans.
Good. Then I don't have to take credit for kids. Maybe people will think they don't belong to me. My plan is working, and I look fabulous.
And I'm quite certain, if you ask the children, I don't act maternal either.
What a nice compliment. I can only assume that is because I don't wear ball caps and mom jeans.
Good. Then I don't have to take credit for kids. Maybe people will think they don't belong to me. My plan is working, and I look fabulous.
And I'm quite certain, if you ask the children, I don't act maternal either.
7.11.2007
munchausen by proximity
These stories would be hilarious.
If they were happening to someone else.*
*someone who is not me
Overslept, because I stayed up too late watching movie from the redbox (greatest invention EVER). Movie, Breach, was excellent, however was forced to watch preview for scary movie. I don't do scary movies. Before I could fast forward through the stupid preview, I found out there is this thing named Mary who has no children, only very scary dolls, and she'll rip your tongue out. Also, I am reading a book about this woman who was raised by crazy Munchausen-by-proxy mommy. The book is not scary, but it makes me THINK about "The Sixth Sense" movie, because THAT movie had a Munchausen-by-proxy mommy in it. "The Sixth Sense" is the scariest movie ever. Scary movies freak me out.
Anyway, I overslept. Kids are up, but have they taken their Miramax or had their fiber or had their breakfast? The cereal and yogurt I explained to them last night last thing before they went to bed they could have for breakfast? No, they have been up and haven't done any of these things even though just last night we had discussion that THESE ARE THE THINGS YOU DO WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING.
Try to take kids to Harry Potter today. Trying to be fun step mommy who has good relationship with kids. But because kids weren't dressed and hadn't had their fiber and pooped, I'm stressed out before I even get out of the door.
I had a decision to make. Be late and stop for Starbucks, or don't stop for Starbucks and still have the potential to be late depending on line at movies. In the end, I was not late and I got my coffee, therefore the bright shiny spot in my day.
After movie, take children to noodle restaurant. All I want, please God, all I want is to take children to restaurant and not think that I have brought wild wolves with me.
While I am paying, yes in the time it takes me to swipe my card at register and sign the ticket, less than the time it took me to just type this sentence, one child convinces another child they must, absolutely must SMELL THE BOTTLE OF LOUISIANA HOT SAUCE. You know, the hot sauce that comes in the convenient squeeze bottle.
Yes, you are correct if you guessed the ending of this story involved the child accidentally getting hot sauce squirted up their nose.
Now I can see why Mary only had scary dolls and no children. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad movie after all.
If they were happening to someone else.*
*someone who is not me
Overslept, because I stayed up too late watching movie from the redbox (greatest invention EVER). Movie, Breach, was excellent, however was forced to watch preview for scary movie. I don't do scary movies. Before I could fast forward through the stupid preview, I found out there is this thing named Mary who has no children, only very scary dolls, and she'll rip your tongue out. Also, I am reading a book about this woman who was raised by crazy Munchausen-by-proxy mommy. The book is not scary, but it makes me THINK about "The Sixth Sense" movie, because THAT movie had a Munchausen-by-proxy mommy in it. "The Sixth Sense" is the scariest movie ever. Scary movies freak me out.
Anyway, I overslept. Kids are up, but have they taken their Miramax or had their fiber or had their breakfast? The cereal and yogurt I explained to them last night last thing before they went to bed they could have for breakfast? No, they have been up and haven't done any of these things even though just last night we had discussion that THESE ARE THE THINGS YOU DO WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING.
Try to take kids to Harry Potter today. Trying to be fun step mommy who has good relationship with kids. But because kids weren't dressed and hadn't had their fiber and pooped, I'm stressed out before I even get out of the door.
I had a decision to make. Be late and stop for Starbucks, or don't stop for Starbucks and still have the potential to be late depending on line at movies. In the end, I was not late and I got my coffee, therefore the bright shiny spot in my day.
After movie, take children to noodle restaurant. All I want, please God, all I want is to take children to restaurant and not think that I have brought wild wolves with me.
While I am paying, yes in the time it takes me to swipe my card at register and sign the ticket, less than the time it took me to just type this sentence, one child convinces another child they must, absolutely must SMELL THE BOTTLE OF LOUISIANA HOT SAUCE. You know, the hot sauce that comes in the convenient squeeze bottle.
Yes, you are correct if you guessed the ending of this story involved the child accidentally getting hot sauce squirted up their nose.
Now I can see why Mary only had scary dolls and no children. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad movie after all.
7.10.2007
Parsonage, or circus tent?
Ahhhhh. Child sitting in chair at desk, working on computer.
That's not scary, is it?
Child sitting in chair, at desk, working on computer. Other child sitting on shoulders of child sitting in chair at desk, working on computer.
But don't worry about the Pastor. He was protected from this scene, peacefully asleep in our bed.
That's not scary, is it?
Child sitting in chair, at desk, working on computer. Other child sitting on shoulders of child sitting in chair at desk, working on computer.
But don't worry about the Pastor. He was protected from this scene, peacefully asleep in our bed.
7.09.2007
today sucked
It started with the Pastor waking me up from a dream involving cupcakes, cookies and kissing (no dream interp needed there!).
It went downhill from there.
Seriously downhill.
It went downhill from there.
Seriously downhill.
7.03.2007
my second evil plot of the week
Evil Robyn is busy this week.
You know how the Pastor LOVES loves loves to shop at Goodwill?
I've found a way to break his spirit.
Now instead of criticizing his Goodwill shopping, I am embracing it. Now I insist on going. And I am really quite skilled at the second-hand shopping. I put the "good" in Goodwill. I find the stuff new with tags, and designer labels.
So now instead of his happy, meager Goodwill visits, I managed to spend a whopping $72 the other day. Do you have any idea how much stuff you have to buy at Goodwill to have a $72 purchase? It's a whole basket full of stuff!
I am sensing a decrease in his desire to go to Goodwill. I figure soon he will either not want to go, since I insist on tagging along and tripling his purchase, or he'll have to start sneaking off to shop there . . .
You know how the Pastor LOVES loves loves to shop at Goodwill?
I've found a way to break his spirit.
Now instead of criticizing his Goodwill shopping, I am embracing it. Now I insist on going. And I am really quite skilled at the second-hand shopping. I put the "good" in Goodwill. I find the stuff new with tags, and designer labels.
So now instead of his happy, meager Goodwill visits, I managed to spend a whopping $72 the other day. Do you have any idea how much stuff you have to buy at Goodwill to have a $72 purchase? It's a whole basket full of stuff!
I am sensing a decrease in his desire to go to Goodwill. I figure soon he will either not want to go, since I insist on tagging along and tripling his purchase, or he'll have to start sneaking off to shop there . . .
7.02.2007
my middle finger
I slammed my finger in the closet door tonight. Why was I that eager to shut the closet door? What was I afraid would happen if I looked at my clothes for a few more seconds?
The Pastor and I will be alone on the 4th. It truly will be an independence day.
But by then, he will probably have seen the Discover card statement and know that Macy's had I.N.C. 25% off, then take 40% off the lowest marked price!!!!! How could I refuse?
Maybe that's why I hurt my finger tonight? Maybe the Pastor has somehow used his spiritual magic to put some kind of spell on my closet to reject new clothes?
The Pastor and I will be alone on the 4th. It truly will be an independence day.
But by then, he will probably have seen the Discover card statement and know that Macy's had I.N.C. 25% off, then take 40% off the lowest marked price!!!!! How could I refuse?
Maybe that's why I hurt my finger tonight? Maybe the Pastor has somehow used his spiritual magic to put some kind of spell on my closet to reject new clothes?
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