At 10:00 a.m. this morning, I'm meeting with a school administrator for approval of my daughter's homecoming dress; they don't want trollops and tarts parading around the football field, so approval is necessary to avoid stirring up those high school "lusts of the flesh".
I'm pretty sure if a girl wore a potato sack there STILL would be a few stirrings.
Anyways………instead of returning home, I hit my local Starbucks to blog a bit. After trying unsuccessfully to login to my hotspot account because I don't have the monkey sense to establish a UNIVERSAL USER NAME AND DAGGUM PASSWORD, I called customer service, spoke to various people in various countries, only to realize it was a case-sensitive issue.
Soooo…after too much wasted time but finally securing login, I gained access to the world wide web, pulled up gmail and Typepad, ready to tackle both.
Then Charles snuck up on me. I've blogged about ol' Chas a few times, he's a once-in-a-while PENSIEVE commentor and his wife is one of my favorite peeps in the world.
He headed to his breakfast meeting and I returned attention to my Next Great Post*.
Then Stephanie and her darling pre-schooler, Emily Grace saw me. I don't really "know" Stephanie, but we've met often enough to exchange pleasantries, and her butterfly-adorned daughter HAD to tell me that she was having apple juice and something else in toddle-speak that exploded my heart though I have no idea what she said.
Returning again to my now-struggling Next Great Post, David & J.B. walk in. David is one of the guys preaching while our church is in search of a pastor (we've been without one for a few years) and I've attended a Precept study B.J. leads; we've met but don't know each other well. David is quite the jokester and looked over my shoulder to see "what games I was playing".
Me? Playing on-line games? I gave that up three years ago when blogging commenced! GAME.ON.BLAWG!! Forget Hearts or Spades or Solitare when there's laundry and dusting and vacuuming blogging and Twittering and Facebooking to be done!
BRIEFLY I explained what I was working on, showed 'em my post which looks uber-spiritual with a big, ol' honking picture of my feet on it and we talked about freaky fet*shes and leper feet and about a book (?) B.J. is workin' on that discusses quite candidly (from what she told me) issues about s*x with Levitical perspective in mind. It appears God has something to say about s*x–a few somethings.
But that's another story.
Anywayssssssss….their friend arrived, they parted company and I was focused once again on a laptop screen.
It was at this point my friendly Starbucks barista got my attention and said, "Can I ask you a question…WHO ARE YOU?" 'cause he observed that "everyone" who walked in apparently knew me–that I was a "common denominator" in his words–but none of these people seemed to know each other.
I explained I was a ROCK STAR, how did HE not recognize me, and did he want an autograph?
It was then I noticed the big, round polka dot of caramel macchiato splashed on the center of my white camisole, smack dab in the center of my cornflower blue v-neck sweater, flashing like the nerd-alert neon sign it was for everyone to see who had stopped by to speak this morning.
Rock star ego leveled in an instant.
You gave me a great laugh this morning, Robin!
*passing Robin a Shout wipe*
🙂
We could be the SAME person…OMG, can I tell you how many times that very thing has happened to me…no, really…almost exactly…Well, at least you have to laugh about it!
xoxo,
Melissa in Mel’s World
You are a ROCK STAR!
May the force be with you, inspired one.
You’ll always be a rock star to me;)
Your friends may have thought that the stain was the latest fashion craze – I’ll bet they were dabbing coffee on themselves as soon as they were out of your sight…
You trendsetter, you… ;D C[]
That is hilarious. Thanks for the smiles this morning. You are a rock star and everyone should know your name! You have such a great presence and are so easy to talk to in person 🙂
Maybe you should have showed him Twitter, and said “look, I have even more peeps in the box!” 🙂
Awww man! that would so happen to me. It’s like “oh I am looking cute today….good hair…cute outfit” and then my husband tells me that I have something in my teeth. Boom! Confidence shattered 🙂
Nothing like a good coffee stain to keep a girl humble.
Dang.
Just when you had ’em guessing….
That reminds me of a story. A hilarious story told by Antique Mommy.
That’s too funny, Robin! God sure has a way of keeping us humble. In which we just have to laugh. Of course, you’re a rock star – you totally ROCK and you STAR in your own blog. LOL!! Thanks for the laugh this bright and happy Monday morn. 😀
Stain or no stain, you’re totally a rock star. People don’t care about that stuff. (I would have told you, though, cuz I love you.)
Hilarious! I’m totally laughing with you, not at you. Even Rock Stars dribble coffee occasionally, right?
Heehee. Sounds like me…
So, did you give him your autograph? You will be rich and famous one day…and he’ll be so glad he met you. =)
Oh. NO…
Well, if I was there, I’d have helped:
Me – “Um, excuse me, this is Robin?!? Oh, don’t TELL me you DON’T. KNOW. ROBIN?!? I’m sorry sir, you need to keep your distance from Ms. Robin – I need you to back up please, thank you.” 😉
Jeni, which in turn, gave me ANOTHER SMILE :).
Melissa, you’d think I woulda changed clothes by now, wouldn’t you (it’s afternoon here).
Sarah, Ooooo! You’re channeling Yoda!
Kelly, we could almost start a band. A l m o s t ;).
Susan, y e a h…THAT’S it ;). BTW, what the heck is that last symbol thingy you typed??
Lisa, when you talk “Twitter” with “non-believers”, they look at you like you’re crazy. Or at least, they look at ME like I’m crazy! 🙂
Ashley, ha! I think in from my perspective the spot is 300% larger than it actually is…it’s all I see when I look down :/….
LL, you speak the truth!
Kelly, it’s almost as bad as a missed button or spinach in your teeth.
Dianne, I love AM so I’ll check out the post. For now, oh, how I appreciate how you see things! 🙂
Lisa, see? We coulda laughed TOGETHER AT me!
Heather, crud…I just realized now I need to do laundry!
Headless Mom, kindreds :).
Phyllis, nope, but maybe if I keep showing up and I “plant” people to “talk” to me, he’ll REALLY get suspicious!
🙂
Amber…I missed you! You sound like a GREAT wing man. Or wing woman. Or something 😉 :).
Re: that symbol thingy – it’s supposed to be a coffee cup.
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I thought I learned that one here about a year ago – maybe I’m remembering it wrong :\
Been there. Nothing says “I just spent $3.82 on a tarted up cuppa coffee” like a big ol’ blob on your shirt! I think macchiato spots are the new toilet-paper-on-the-shoe..
You must haved spewed your CM after we spoke cause I would have gladly “helped” you out. That is too funny though. No one said anything? You know, come to think of it, they probably didn’t even notice because you captivated them with your charm and ROCKSTARNESS. You are the BOMB!
haha – At least you didn’t have toilet paper stuck to your shoe.
You crack me up.
I would be appalled for you if I had not sashayed through my hometown dragging my pantyhose out the leg of my britches. I thought all the stares was because I was “looking good” in my new outfit–not because I had a dangling participle.
Take heart Sanguine friend your flamboyant reputation remains unspotted!
Thanks for being so much fun!
I still think you are a rock star! And this post proves it.
Don’t all rock stars have to have some sort of coffee leftover on them? I thought that was part of the uniform. I believe it adds to the cachet and aura of the individual star.
Perfectly turned out is so boring. Next time, start with a drip and mix in some messy hair, to boot!
That never happens to me. *sigh*
Except for spilling crap on myself. That happens to me all the time.
It could have been spinach between your teeth.