There it was in bold letters: “8 Reasons Why Strong Women Face Difficulties In Finding True Love”. A friend I used to work with posted it this morning on his page and I sensed he had posted it because of me. I was correct in my assumptions. I’m not sure I consider myself “strong” per se – what constitutes such a person? Yet many of the reasons listed here I agree with; I’m not sure men are afraid of me, but I have long had difficulties asking a man to
do something which I am perfectly capable of doing myself. I am too selective and I’m not afraid to live on my own (at all!!!), and I don’t allow myself to be an option. Well – not since that last big fiasco (hence all this mess)` when I was the option. Man, that hurt like hell….
Ethan had orientation today at the high school at eleven and my orientation wasn’t til noon. I tried to coordinate a time with Eric and Shannon to pick up my GoPro from the Dead & Company show (don’t ask). I spoke with someone about the logistics of buying a house (we’ll see if that happens or not), and soon, I was off to find out info about my son starting high school.
It was really not that long ago when I walked into the Cedar classroom at CMP to find out information for my little boy to start his first day of kindergarten. The fact that this same little big boy often comments on how quickly time passes says so much to me. After our orientation was completed I walked out and soon found him standing alone, looking around, observing – yet differently than in the past. He was maybe alone, but he was in the center of the activity, watching those around him. I walked up to him and spoke with him briefly, reiterating that I needed to go – could he find a ride or walk? He answered in the affirmative and so I left, but not before I saw him interacting with some kids at a club booth – his whole face smiling, eyes and mouth, when he responded. My boy is going to do fine here, which is what L said as well when I relayed the happenings. Yep. He’s gonna be ok.
It wasn’t long before I was sitting with Nicole for my hair appointment. This is my treat 
every couple of months, though lately I’ve been getting a pedicure. There is just no way I could justify getting a pedi every few weeks, but now and again, why not? It seems I also need to “up the girly-ness” in my clothing ensemble, so…this will be a challenge. I notice when I am at a comfortable weight (for myself), I’m all over the place in wearing “more pleasing to the eye” attire. It’s when I’m at this weight that I like to “man” up. Now go chew on that psych-stuff for a while…
I brought Mags to Target for our last back-to-school shopping adventure and we had such a fun time. She is a pistol, that one. At home, Ethan and I talked about his day and the excitement glowed in his eyes, briefly again. He has planned out his last few days of summer with friends. Maggie has a while – 2 weeks? I’ll need to find out. As for me: on this day 6 years ago, I saw my first Hips show. My life has changed dramatically since then. Through this band I have found some of my closest friends – I sent Rob a note this morning, thanking him for introducing me to this band. I have 4-6 Hips events planned in the next 6 weeks. I hope they all pan out. It’s also Jerry Garcia’s birthday and Swiss Independence Day (since 1291!). What an awesome day “Erster August” is….
Pictures: My kids- Ethan at high school orientation and a convo with Maggie
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