When I was in high school…. I rode the bus. My brother drove or was driven by a friend… but I rode the big yellow dork machine. My brother, by the way, was older and far cooler than his little sister.

The school I went to was fairly affluent…. my family was not… but the school was a regional school that served some very high rent districts. I generally went to school to smoke in the bathroom and attend my art classes. Never really feeling like I fit in with one particular group… well… maybe the girls who smoked in the bathroom in lieu of eating lunch. (FYI: I have since quit smoking). I kind of always felt out of place… like the kid on scholarship.
Sometimes, I still feel like I am the scholarship kid.

I was running late this morning… the cowboy got up early and I went to bed late the night before… so I had no time to get ready for the day. Quick…hair in pigtails and out the door.

I had an orthodontist appointment this morning… enough said. Adult orthodontia is no laughing matter. So the image you should be getting is… BRACES, hair in pigtails… denim skirt and linen kaftan shirt. Oh boy….

I made a pedicure appointment at the RED DOOR SPA last week knowing that it is difficult to accomplish much after my ortho guy does anything to my dentition. So off I go to my appointment in the ritzy outdoor shopping venue that is reminiscent of the outdoor malls in California. You know… the ones with boutiques instead of stores? Yeah, that one.

Boy, did I get the looks. Every shop that I walked in to I was greeted with the WTF??! look.

And… funny that… I didn’t care. I went to get the best damn pedicure that I have ever had… met some really nice people in the chairs near me… and cashed in one some precious time that I did not have to think about potty stuff. (THANK GOD! He is doing great… but I am so damn tired!)

Thanks to my wonderful D. for a gift certificate for Mother’s Day. I had enough left over to subsidize next month’s visit. ( I even got to cash in my Victoria’s Secret Gift Card from Valentine’s Day)….

I like pigtails…. I tolerate my braces… and I just don’t give a damn anymore about feeling out of place. So… that club that I always felt like I didn’t belong to? Yeah, I renamed it.

It’s the Rat’s Ass Club. Meaning, I don’t give a rat’s ass about stuff that doesn’t matter.

There are many, many memberships in my club. We are always welcoming new members. Wanna join?