Misanthropy Incarnate

but the Fam isn't here...nor are the UU-ers. Ah well. Back we come, where there are no ads...well, FEW ads.

This month's income does not match expenses. With a little juggle here and a juggle there, we'll make it, but it's going to be very tight. I hate to say it, but I need a new job.

Hey God, Y U No Exist?

o.. i've never dated. I've had friends who turned into relationships (and not many of those), but that just isn't the same. We've dated at least once a week, every week, since the beginning of the year. Our kids have met and played together, his friends like me, and we have yet to have a date lasting fewer than 4 hours. Today, he hesitatingly admitted that the topic of me has come up in his thoughts when considering a new job in Durham. This is getting seriouser, no?

RObyn helped me mow today!

So, at least 1X per week, maybe? I'm still dating Rob, and he continues to be wonderful. We are having a "family date" this sunday with the kids. There is a plan to go to Witherspoon art gallery and then come home and paint with watercolors and sculpt with play-doh. Very much looking forward!

Work is work.

Dog had diarrhea inside today, so that was fun to come home to. OF course, she was up all night whining to go out, so I got to couple cleaning doggie-diarrhea with having insufficient sleep.


Trying ot clean the house tonight and through tomorrow. My goal is cleanliness and decluttering in all major living areas and bathroom. We shall see. Laundry is being done now, several surfaces have been de-papered and said papers filed or recycled. Massive vacuuming is next. I am putting off Robyn's room which is messy because he has over-accumulated toys. Cleaning it will be more of a sorting process than anything else.

Had two dates over the weekend. The second on Saturday was very simple and enjoyable. I went to his apartment and played a game called Thunderstone with him and two of his friends. It's a game I would play again and his friends were very pleasant, enjoyable people.

I am about to go on a date. This is a semi-structured date. We have agreed to eat, but have not figured out where. We will wander "First Night" in Greensboro until a location suggests itself.

Yes, I am wearing make-up (well, for me. Lip shimmer and a touch of mascara. JUST a touch.)
Yes, I also decided to wear a cute top. But not cute shoes. I am not wandering downtown G'boro in cute shoes. Unlike so many other women, i actually like my feet and lower back. And knees. And ankles.

No, I really am. I need to journal. It's good for me. And FB is not a journal.

Robyn got his report card today. They finally gave him the 4 he deserves in reading. He's gotten threes in everything else, except a couple of behavior areas, and several of THOSE went from 2 to 3. I told him "be proud" and he said, "I am."

I am dating now. Not seriously or anything, because I've decided that it's going to be a long old time before I'm seriously involved again, but dating nicely. He's a very sweet man, very smart, very good father, very thoughtful, very caring. Also, a massive tabletop gaming geek. And a DSS lawyer. We are going to Fringe festival or to first night this Friday. I need a cute outfit or something.

Nakia has asked for a reduction of his child support payments. This is ridiculous since he currently pays absolutely zippo for anything for RObyn. Zippo. Nada. Nothing. I pay: child care, most food, almost all clothes, most housing, toys, travel to and from school, and all the little things like birthdays are my job. Nakia has him two nights a week and does nothing.

My job continues to be highly acceptable and low-paying. Good people, peanuts for cash.

And I will post at least once per day from here on. Seriously. At least for awhile...

I dreamed I was in a forced labor gulag in North Korea. There were a bunch of kids, then people around my age, and we were making wine with green and red grapes. You weren't supposed to mix the two, but I accidentally did. So they were going to send me to some horrendous torture or execution
Before I landed in there, I had met a man (in the USA) who escaped from N.K. with whom I felt an affinity. So, he shows up back in the gulag lines and together, we manage to start escaping through this series of pipes and a maze of dirty water (it was implied in the dream that it was offal and dead people, but none of that was visible). I woke up before we actually got out, but success was, again, implied.