Everyday Randomness

Halloween this year was exciting for us, Emilee’s dad and I.  In years past, she was always more excited to hand out candy than she was to get her own.  This year, however, that changed. She trick or treats at my house every year, and every year her dad comes over and we all walk together. MoonDoggie included.  Or, we use to. This year she walked with some friends from kindergarten and her dad and I were pretty much ignored.  And it begins … regardless, she was happy as can be and must have hit over 40 houses.  We were blessed with nice weather and she didn’t even need a coat, which made her happy as she was concerned how her wings would fit with a coat on.

In other news, I was sick this past weekend with a cold, a pretty good one at that. Em spent the night at her dad’s house Saturday night, so I was able to relax and get some sleep.  I’m feeling better today but do have a very bad cough.  Hopefully I’ll kick it soon.  I took enough medicine to decongest a small farm animal so I’m sure that’s helping a bit.

I’ve been so caught up in my Chicago Man fairy tale, I’ve not mentioned Irishman of late.  He is doing fine and well, we are in contact still – and it’s on a friendly basis and I’m so pleased with that.  His contract was renewed for another few years at his pub and he is very excited about that.  We talked over the weekend and while he does leave the door open for future romance between he and I, he knows of my Chicago Man and respects that.  He’s a good man; some woman one day, will be lucky to have him.

And in typical QTMama fashion and because weird things always seem to happen to me … Saturday after Em headed to her dad’s, I headed to CVS to look for some cold medicine.  Feeling as badly as I was feeling, I didn’t do much with myself other than blow dry my hair.  I had no make-up on, my eyes were swollen, my nose was red from not having good tissues in the house, etc.  You get the picture I’m sure.  So, I threw a ball cap on my head, put on a sweat shirt and my yoga pants that somehow are now too short and look like capri’s but are not … and headed out.  I’m standing in the aisle staring at the thousands of medications that promise to help with your cold when I hear someone say “Excuse me”.  I stepped forward to let the person pass and then I hear … “QT? Is that you?” and I turn … who is standing there?  The Scientist. He is the one that wanted to get serious almost immediately with me, and I ran away from that as soon as humanly possible.  As I stared at him in absolute mortification, I can see his eyes roaming over my face … because in all honesty, I looked like shit.  Why is it I can never run into people when I’m out looking fabulous, may I ask that??  I reached up and yanked my ball cap down a bit further, tried to not cough all over him and said, “Hi Scientist!  How are you?” and then I sneezed.  He responds with, “Oh, you’re sick!  Here …” He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a packet of tissues.  He pulls one out and hands it to me, and then says “Take the whole pack, you look like you need them more than I do.”  GEE THANKS.  In my mortification, I wanted to run away (just like I did when I was dating him!) and I thanked him, turned around, and made a bee line for the exit.  I hear him say loudly from behind me, “But didn’t you want some cold medication?”  I continued to the door and drove myself to another drugstore.

Tomorrow being election day, we have the day off of work.  Emilee and I are spending the day together for some Mommy and Me time, and she doesn’t know it yet, but I’m taking her to Build-A-Bear where she can freely spend some of my hard earned money.  I love going to the mall with my girl.

Random Esquire sent me a text this weekend, as RE took the lovely Besos to see Jersey Boys.  I received a text from RE saying that if I was there, I’d be throwing my granny panties at the stage.  I replied with “They are BIKINI CUT dammit!”