About

You may know me better as that anti-Stepford wife, Robinella, not to be confused with the singer RobinElla. As usual, come on in and enjoy my hospitality. There’s no telling what I’ll talk about next.

Before you go, have I told you how I became Robinella?

A few moons ago, I was in the Navy. I worked as an Air Traffic Controller. Yes, it is a cool job and I enjoyed myself very much. If I had been single, it would have been a job with perks! Pilots! But, alas I had no need for them because I was already married to the hottest man on earth. And don’t bother leaving messages about how yours is hotter because I would just leave another message calling you a liar. Sorry, but it’s my site and my rules…

So, I’m in the Navy and stationed on a little island and we were a very small group. When you sit for hours couped up in the Tower or Radar trailer, you get to know one another, so naturally we talked and revealed personal stuff. We were sitting around talking about where we were from and something came over me. (All while aircraft were flying and in our care) I don’t know what it was but I blurted out that my real name was Robinella. Of course, that was met with “Nahs” and “Reallys?” and I backed it up with factual information that made it conclusive. You see my sister’s real name is not Doodah, it’s $ella and my cousin’s name is $&ella. After I mentioned their names, everyone believed me and I then became Robinella.

I let this play out for about 3 months before I told them the truth. Unfortunately, it stuck and I was Robinella until the end of my tour. ( I was also called the Porch Goddess in bootcamp and that stuck too, but that is another story.)