That is my motto! I even have it engraved on a bracelet. Saturday and Sunday I will be sitting in a hotel lobby in downtown Seattle while Hayley dances at a convention and competition. We will be there from 7:45 am until who knows when at night! I have to meet her every few hours to feed her and do the Mom thing so there is really not enough time to drive home. Which means unlimited and prime people watching! Woo HOO! I wish I could find a job where I could just watch people and comment on what I see. I think I would be great at that!
But also all this time on my hands this weekend could spell trouble! Because when I get bored I find something to entertain me! Uh Oh. I do have to find an outfit for the Heart Ball in a week. I am a volunteer. I thought I had a great red outfit ready to go from all the Go Red Appearances but I found out volunteers need to wear all black. So today there was no school I took my kids and a friend to the movies in Bellevue. I bought them tickets to the IMAX showing of Mars Needs Moms, dropped them off and went shopping, returned before the movie was over. Love that they are old enough now to that. I am surprised they did not get kicked out or that I didn't get a call from theater management. They were the only bodies in the showing, so they had the entire IMAX theater to themselves. They mentioned playing tag and hide and go seek before the movie started. That's my girls! Already marching to their own drummer. My son liked to point out that he was "being a good boy like you told me and sitting in my seat". I told them that I had planned the whole thing for them, that they were so special that I was able to reserve a private showing for them. Yeah, they didn't buy it either.
I had time to try on dresses at Macys. When you are many sizes larger than the last time you had to buy a dress and at least two sizes bigger in person than in your own imagination, shopping is surely depressing. I tried on about 20. The salesperson kept bringing me more to try. I kept saying that they didn't look like "me", but she kept insisting I try them. Finally I just had to say that what she was bringing me "looked way too old, and matronly". Do you know what she said to me? "Well honey they are flattering and age appropriate"
Now the pre-forty high strung me would have had such a comeback for her that she surely would have not forgotten me any time soon. But the new more mature forty year old, just smiled and shut the door in her face. I think I was just too depressed to tell her to shove her grandma dresses where the sun don't shine. I did find one that might be a possibility. I would have been 100% for it except when I came out to look in the big mirror, she said "Wow You have some Curves" . To me that was code for "Wow your ass is JLo Big" or "Wow you are fat". Isn't "Curvy" the same thing as saying "Big or Fat"? Like saying "she is really opinionated" is the same as "Man, she is such a Bitch". So the dress did not go home with me. More than likely I will end up wearing slacks and a blouse. Maybe I will be able to wear a size 8 hot little number next year. So what did I do after this experience? Took the kids to Burgermaster, where I had a shake and a burger and a fries. And left my lights on and had to have them jump my battery. It was a sign I am certain.
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