Sorry for the lack of blogging of late. I wish it were for a good reason, or because I had some exciting news, but it's not. Here, I'll catch you up: work, commute, Zumba, mindless TV/internet entertainment, sleep. Repeat daily. Yawn. Now, aren't you glad we're all caught up?
Anyway. Today I thought I'd link up with E and bring you some sordid confessions. Or actually probably not sordid at all. But maybe you're more likely to keep reading if you think sordid-ness is ahead? Have you ever personally used sordid as many times in one paragraph as I just did? I thought not.
1. I get SERIOUSLY pissed at the new and
2. I didn't vote yesterday. And I don't feel guilty in the least (although I feel like I SHOULD feel guilty). I actually didn't even know there WAS any sort of voting until the day before, when they started setting up the machines and stuff in our school. Then I had to inquire to find out what we were even voting about. And then I had a big yawn and decided that I'd sit this one out, which isn't terribly surprising given my track record. The two primary reasons I didn't vote are: 1) My voting 'precinct' is 30-40 minutes away from my work, and I didn't get home from work/babysitting until 9:30pm...so I don't see how I could have voted even if I wanted to (although I suppose I could have early-voted or something). I swear. How stupid is it, though, that there is a precinct INSIDE MY SCHOOL...but no, I couldn't just vote there. I would need to drive two counties away and go to one specific spot...even though this whole precinct here saw like 200 people all day...it's not like they couldn't have handled the traffic of me walking through. I think the idea of precincts are really stupid. Anyways. Reason #2) I couldn't care less about politics or who wins a primary or whatever. I hear the people who say "if you don't vote, you don't get to complain!" and so I thoughtfully reflected on the last 11 years or so of my adult voting life, and have concluded that whether I voted or not, I have never once cared enough about politics to bother complaining, so not-voting shouldn't be cramping my complaining style. I have plenty of other things I prefer thinking and complaining about. I'm willing to forfeit my right to complain about politics, primarily because I avoid being around conversations about politics anyway. SO! The end.
3. I am going to be away from Mattie for FIVE NIGHTS next week when I go to the beach. This is humongous. In our entire marriage, we've only spent 2 nights apart-- last April, Matt went to his brother's bachelor weekend thing. So we made it nearly to our 4th anniversary without ever spending a night apart! And then it was 2 nights. And now it'll be 5. Next I suppose we'll be living in separate cities, who knows. What is this world coming to? Surprisingly, I'm not feeling THAT sad and anxious about it...probably because I'm the one going to the beach, while he'll be the one sleeping alone in our bed, going to work and doing boring things like that.
4. I am mad at myself that I didn't take more "before" measurements of myself in January. See, I didn't know that I was actually going to stick with this counting-calories-working-out gig for this long, or that it would be wildly successful. If I had, I would have been more intentional about getting before stats and pictures. Naturally, I assumed that nothing would happen and I would quit thinking about it in a few weeks, thus it would be better to have less evidence that I had ever attempted anything-- so, no pics or stats. As it is, a few weeks in I recorded my waist and hips measurements, because that's all that MyFitnessPal has spaces for. Now that I know that (as of last week) I've lost an inch on my waist and 2 on my hips, I really wish I had more measurements so that my "inches lost" could be inflated. Vain, I know.
I think that's about as many confessions as I (or you) can handle. And also I need to go pack! And work on Matt's surprises for the week! He will have a card and a present to open each day so that he will not be so sad. I guess you could count that as my 5th confession: I am the best wife EVER!