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thas’a right Ladies & gents, after a year of painfully stagnate living.  I’m a 100% certified, legal driver again.

And I heart it to pieces.

::::If you’re looking for a juicy story here as to why I couldn’t drive for a year, like a lohan-esque excursion, keep looking, I had mysterious, bogus toll violations that have been fought and conquered, moving on:::::

As much as I loved being the girl who walked everywhere and saved the ozone layer, every single, god loving, friggin day…I missed things, like Target.

The train doesn’t stop at Target, or at least, Super Target, and even though loving boyfriend, and incredible friends could bring me, it’s not the same. My one guilty pleasure in life, is waking up early on a Saturday morning, stopping at Starbucks, getting a Venti-Non-Plus-Something-in a cup, and aimlessly roaming around Super Target for an hour. (Half an hour was spent filling my cart up with oodles of things I didn’t need, and the other half was unloading them back to their respective place)
So Saturday morning, with offspring in tow, I did just that.  And loved every pointless minute of it.  Granted, the sun was shining, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the rest of South Fla. was at the beach….I was shamelessly at Target. And considering applying there.
Why?
Because I’m also unemployed these days. And working through my divorce finally.

Now…most people see the above two statements as negative.
I on the other hand, am at peace.
My agency: nightmare
My marriage: misjudged
Both agency and former suitor probably read this, so I decline to go into detail.
Who has two thumbs and is full of surprises these days?

::::image of me pointing at myself:::::

This girl

While on my high of excitement, I’m also masking a low that is looming in the rearview (car talk is fun when you have one). Loving boyfriend mentioned earlier…is leaving the country for months. Yes. Months. And I am torn.

There are many things I admire in a person, loving your job and being amazing at it, is one. Said boyfriend, is both. So… I bid him adieu with a wet hanky in hand and long for September when he returns.

While I am undoubtedly jealous of his Euro-trip, I look forward to things that I get to do on my down time….like….um…. long runs on the beach, tanning until I look Italian, finding the perfect shade of nude for my nails, and karate.

Karate?

Yes. But not for moi. For offspring. I ventured into …well…Target again today, it’s an addiction, I know, but help is just inside those doors, those squeaky clean, welcoming, sliding glass doors….ahhhh….*ahem, anyway, went into Target today with offspring, and saw other small child in karate gear.
“I wanna do kung foo too!” Offspring screamed
::::Mother of karate clad child winced at scream and then smiled politely:::

So… I look to google to guide me in the direction of local “kung foo” establishment and pray that Offspring  will enjoy…

I myself, can’t imagine anything being fun without fun shoes on…
But at least I get to drive him there
::::image of me pointing at myself and smiling:::::

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