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Name: Robin
Location: Baton Rouge, Louisiana, United States
Birthday: 12/20/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: puppies, bettering myself and the world, tx, roadtrips, good food/ discovering restaurants, tall men, kids, LSU, LSU football, sleep, LSU track, girlie drinks- especially a good appletini...and mojitos have been kind to me lately, lsu basketball, my favorite man
Expertise: being the badass that i am, as well as being a great ear to listen and shoulder to cry on despite the fact i am no longer going into counseling
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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AIM:  robina2185
MSN: robina2185
Yahoo:  robina2185
Member Since:
10/31/2004
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| It's been kind of a rough month. I didnt feel like I could post right away...
My grandfather passed away a few weeks ago. It's still hard to think about and most of the time I think it isn't real. Okay actually i dont feel like i can talk about it right now. will i ever be ready? now isnt the time.
I am very fortunate though that the Benton's took me under their wing. Austin was away at a track meet when i found out and my flight to San Antonio wasn't until the next day.. So every member of the Benton's immediate clan called and talked to me, offering kind words and support and just being who they are. Additionally, Austin's dad, brother Denver, Denver's wife Alicia, and Austin's Dad's girlfriend (and my boss) Sheran took me out to dinner with them and to Barnes and Noble and to get ice cream and chill out and they made me feel so loved and supported.
Who else in the world rallies together to support each other like that? especially when it is their relative's girlfriend and he isn't even in town. They are very special and super human and I love them all.
Onto the school front. I graduate May 18th!! I'm super excited although the next 2 weeks will be a little stressful. I have a Spanish test, a quiz, and an oral exam all this week during dead week...some dead week. Then both of my finals are next tuesday, may 8th and then I am done done done with undergrad! It really flew by but so much happened and so many memories. I'll wax nostalgic on that at a near by time. But why not wait until i'm emotional and graduated lol.
Ok, I think I'm gonna allow myself to relax a bit. I worked 15 hours straight yesterday with no break and i am rest deprived.
Good luck these next few weeks!!
Love and kisses and hugs and smiles and sunshine,
Robin | | |
| so i don't even remember putting that you know you're from houston- thing on here. maybe i didnt and it comes automatically because i am originally houstonian. or maybe it has just been that long since i have posted. i sit right now on the old grey couch in my parents house just thinking. thinking a lot.
My parents and I went to dinner with my friend Meghan who i have known since i was about 6 along with her mom(who used to work with my mom) and her "little" now six ft 4 brother Alex. It was sooo good to see Meggo again and catch up and I also chatted with Mercy for a bit a few minutes ago. It really got me thinking about how i miss my good friends from Houston. well texas in general really. i mean maybe that is what makes these friendships so special. that we dont see each other often and yet can pick back up and be there for each other always. I am also going to Austin tomorrow (my Austin is running in texas relays:) but he doesnt run until saturday so i am meeting up with friends there tomorrow) I am super excited to catch up with Lanie and Shelley and Sarah and Stewie and anyone else I may encounter downtown lol. I wish Ng was gonna be there but shes off being a whore with her boyfriend. jk i know she needs the beach vacay but just wish she was coming. Sometimes I feel like I live in two worlds. and i guess i do.
Houston doesnt feel like home to me really anymore. and my parents house definitely doesnt (man i hope it sells soon). but when i am here i am sad for the people that i am not around much-my parents, my old friends.. and i enjoy coming to visit but i dont know, sometimes i feel like i left my old life here. maybe its like the cross canadian song- you're always 17 in your home town. Like I feel like i make the most of my time and the few times i have gone out in midtown ive really had a good time,but this city feels truly like my teenage stomping grounds. Like I almost feel like when i look around I see a ghost of the troubled teen , of the person I used to be.
The past few years I have become really mellow, more easy going. more myself but less the person people knew. people say i changed for the better which i know i did, but it was odd tonight when my mom said i should be a crusader for something professionally- details on this topic to follow, but part of me had to laugh inside, i used to be such a fighter. and not that i am not still opinionated, i am... but i am indecisive at times, laid back, i dont like things standing in my way, but i definitely dont like to ruffle feathers. I don't see myself as the crusader i once was (lobbying for a later curfew at age 14)
The reason the topic of me and careers came up is something that has been a source of some anxiety for me lately. what do i want to do with my life? i know this does not need to be an immediate decision, but i wish i had some sort of path or plan for myself. I have really been enjoying working for the speech pathology office and i am not ruling it out as a possible career path, but inside me a little voice screams that i should find other options to look into. probably not a bad idea before i commit to going back to school for something anyway, but it is just odd not knowing what my calling is. I think part of it too is that i really want to be incredibly successful and also have a flexible schedule and set my own hours. The clinic i work for is really successful, but i wonder how much money they really make. not that it is all about money. it isnt by any means, but i want to be able to make enough money so that i dont struggle and I live with peace of mind and my future children can live well. That's one thing that i am positive i am passionate about..i want to have kids and be a very tuned in mom, never missing a soccer game. someday. dont worry im not in a rush lol. but when i think about my future aspirations, being a great mom is on the top of the list. i also want to have a great career, but one that i can put family first.
Some people wait until the latter part of their twenties or even thirties to freak out about what they want to do in life, but not me. there is one thing about me that has always and i suspect always will be a part of my character. I ready myself for the next life challenge and live beyond my years. I did everything in life early, which may have been stressful at the time, but it made me a stronger person, a more focused person, a person who has constantly had to prove herself.
To some it would be accurate to tell those in my position to relax, they are young, they dont have to have it figured out. I am not those people. I cannot be told to chill out because of my age or status in life. I am an ambitious college graduate who needs purpose...and needs to make a living. To tell me to act as others graduating from college do or others floating along in search of career is almost degrading. not because there is anything wrong with that but because it is not me. I feel like I want to jump start my life, I am just waiting for the right key.
I am patient, but i feel like i need to figure out some other possible options so that i can be proactively finding that path.
One thing that I am sure about is that I am a very lucky woman for the man who supports me every step. Austin is such a loving and motivating force and I feel like he betters me as a person and makes me want to strive to accomplish all that I can. I am also deeply in love with him and find great comfort every time my hand links with his. This is the kind of love that I wish for all people. The love that makes you feel alive and free and safe all at once.
Speaking both of Austin and finding one's purpose..I am incredibly proud of my man. He took an idea that he had and now he is starting his own company! He is incredibly driven and I really see potential for his business to take off. He was also really smart about it and took out a loan just for the bare essentials so that his company can grow based on what it generates.
Okay enough of my ramblings!! have a good night!
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| So I'm slowly getting over the shock of the other day. There are a few ways I could look at it, numerous really, but I am choosing the route of patience and hope that things will become more clear. Living in the moment is fine, but Lisa is right, that won't fly forever.
In other news.. life seems to be in full swing for the semester. Classes are... classes. Social work is decent in its simplicity- all stuff i learned in classes before- happens when you are a comm minor and psych major. Spanish sucks but I am working at it. I really wish I had taken it before so I would not have to suffer with it now.
I am working 2 jobs nowadays. One is in the office of a speech pathologist (Austin's dad's lovely girlfriend Sheran). I started last week and actually had a lot of fun! Everyone there is SO nice and the kids are astronomically cute. I am hoping to really take to the field so that I will know what to go to grad school for! I look forward to work tomorrow.
I am also waiting tables at Buffalo Wild Wings. It's nice because I missed waiting tables..yes i am weird. But it is fun for me and I am somewhat in control of my own money making. So just so y'all know I will be there this week Thursday lunch, Friday night, Saturday lunch, and Sunday lunch. So come entertain me and give me good tips!!
When House is over Austin and I are looking into where to go because his mom is giving him her timeshare to use as a graduation present.. I am super excited. I am savoring this semester but really academically I am just so done. I have to summon all I have in me to actually study and do homework and focus in class. I am ready to move on to the next phase in life (even though more school is probably in my future..) but I am ready to work and begin to stand on my own feet and save money and start a real future. It will also be interesting to see what Austin decides to do after graduation. I think he has a really good thing going with this company he is starting. He has a ton of potential with whatever he does. I know it will be bittersweet for him in may/june because he will really miss being on the track team. Hopefully he can really give it his all this season and go out with a bang.
Okay.
.. enough for now. come see me at work later this week!!
love and laughs and hugs and such
~~Robin | | |
| In a weird mood.. it's hard to not be able to fully grasp certain things in life and then when you try it doesnt always go the way you would hope. | | |
| 5 months and 13 days til graduation!! (senioritis just a bit) | | |
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HOUSTON
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You're on your way to work one February morning and suddenly you're trapped in a traffic jam caused by a chuck wagon and fifty horses -- with riders -- and you look around to see that everybody in the cars around you is wearing a cowboy hat.
The "farm-to-market" roads have seven lanes.
If you want to be a snob about your grocery shopping, you can go to a Randall's Flagship, a Kroger Signature, a Rice Epicurean, or soon, an HEB Central Market to buy bread and milk (but you have to dress up!)
You have to turn on the air conditioning in January, two days after a low of 29 degrees.
You have a Roach Story: You opened your flatware drawer to find a roach the size of the Taco Bell chihuahua. He stood up and looked you in the eye. You closed the drawer, bought new flatware -- and stored it in the oven.
When you see your neighbor dancing around the front yard, you don't think he's won the Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes; you know he just stepped in a fire ant bed.
The name "Bud Adams" makes people snarl, and "Bum Phillips" doesn't mean a bad screwdriver.
"Luv ya Blue" still makes you smile, even if you did run the Oilers out of town.
You know that the Astrodome will always be the Eighth Wonder of the World.
You come to work in short-sleeves and walk out at noon to find that a "blue-tailed norther" has blown through, and the temperature has dropped 40 degrees in a matter of minutes.
Your neighbor's Christmas yard decorations look like a re-creation of the gunfight at the OK Corral, complete with a ten-foot tree decorated with boots and cowboy hats, and a Santa Claus who looks a lot like Wyatt Earp.
You wander into a section of town where you can't read the street signs because they're written in Asian characters instead of English, but you don't care because you can get great prices on fake designer merchandise there.
You go to an art festival on Westheimer and you're almost run down by two cross-dressers on roller blades, holding hands.
The "Killer Bees" are not stinging insects.
You hear everything but English spoken when you go to the Galleria to window-shop.
You know that "Dad gummit" has nothing to do with your father's failure to practice good dental hygiene.
You think "Y'all" is perfectly good usage if you're referring to more than one person.
For a Chili Cookoff, you'll use anything from armadillo to frog's legs, but you know that the only GOOD chili is made with chopped -- not ground -- beef, and it has NO beans and NO tomatoes.
Spring is not the season, Katy is not the lady, and 1960 is not the year.
Society matrons of "a certain age" still sport big hair, and faces that have gone east, west, and north rather than south.
You can leave your house, head out of town, and an hour later you still haven't left the city limits. (During rush hour, you haven't left your neighborhood.)
You've never seen I-45 in any condition other than under-construction -- and you've lived here for 20-30 years.
If the humidity is below 90 percent, it's a good hair day.
You know that "Clutch City" has nothing to do with automobile transmissions.
"The Dream" is not a fantasy.
The only real Mexican food is TeMex.
A 747 with the Space Shuttle riding piggyback has actually flown low, right overhead, and nobody paid any attention to it.
You know that while saving you money, "Mattress Mac" has amassed more than the U.S. Treasury has.
You're happy to have beaten Los Angeles out of a football team, but you'd rather that they keep the title of "Smog Capital."
You see nothing unusual about an 80-something former sheriff's deputy who wears a white pompadour toupee and blue sunglasses, mispronounces names, allows televising of his frequent plastic surgeries, seems unnaturally obsessed with slime in the ice machine, and screams, "MAR-VIN ZIND-ler, EYE-witness news" into a television camera every night.
"Luv Ya Blue" still makes you smile, even if you did run the Oilers out of town.
You wander into a section of town where you can't read the street signs because they're written in Korean instead of English, but you don't care because you can get great prices on fake designer merchandise and great food.
You think y'all is a perfectly good word when you're referring to more than one person.
You see nothing unusual about an eighty-something former sheriff's deputy who wears a white pompadour toupee and blue sun-glasses, mispronounces names, allows televising of his frequent plastic surgeries, seems unnaturally obsessed with slime in the ice machine, and screams "MAR-VIN ZIND-ler, iiiiiiii-witness news" into a television.
You see your neighbor dancing around the front yard, and you don't think he's won the Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes; you know that he just stepped in a fire ant bed.
You're on your way to work one FEBRUARY morning and suddenly you're trapped in a traffic jam caused by a chuck wagon and fifty horses with riders and you look around to see that everybody in the cars around you is wearing a cowboy hat.
You have to turn on the air conditioning in January, two days after a low of 29 degrees.
The name "Bud Adams" makes people snarl, and "Bum Phillips" doesn't mean a bad screwdriver.
You come to work in short sleeves and walk out at noon to find that a "blue-tailed norther" has blown through and the temperature has dropped 40 degrees in a matter of minutes.
You go to an art festival on Westheimer and you're almost run down by two hand- holding cross dressers on roller blades.
For a Chili Cookoff, you'll use anything from armadillo to frog's legs, but you know that the only GOOD chili is made with chopped (not ground)- beef, and it has NO beans and NO tomatoes.
You know that Spring is not the season, Katy is not the lady, and 1960 is not the year.
You know that Society matrons of "a certain age" still sport big hair and faces that have gone east, west, and north rather than south.
You can leave your house, head out of town, and an hour later you still haven't left the city limits (during rush hour, you haven't left your NEIGHBORHOOD).
You've never seen I-45 in any condition other than under construction, and you've lived here for 20-30 years.
You think that the humidity being below 90 percent makes it a GOOD hair day.
You know that "Clutch City" has nothing to do with automobile transmissions.
The Dream" is not a fantasy.
The only REAL Mexican food is TeMex.
You've seen a 747 with a Space Shuttle riding piggyback flying low right overhead, and nobody paid any attention to it.
You know that while saving you money, "Mattress Mac" has amassed more than the U.S. treasury.
You're happy to have beaten Los Angeles out of a football team, but you'd rather they keep the title of "Smog Capital."
You know that the Astrodome will always be the 8th wonder of the world.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Houston.
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