Blatherings of an Extroverted Bookworm

The fact that these paintings have been stolen have feeling emotionally nauseous. I'm just glad that at least the fucker didn't cut them out of the frames.

Milo has had a runny/stuffy nose since Monday early in the evening. He's now coughing. Ya'll I'm not ready this! He isn't either. My poor baby :(. Any tips from the parents out there on how to best deal with his cough? Thanks!

I think I'm developing an ear infection. Pity me :(.

Finally cleaned out a box of old clothing I've been meaning to tackle. Picked out some stuff to go to Goodwill. In the pile are 2 pairs of jeans I've been hauling around for 10+ years...the "I will lose weight and fit into these jeans again!" jeans. Depressing. I wore these things 100 pounds ago, just about. All these years of having them stored, and I've just gotten heavier and heavier. I might have to accept that I will never be that size again. But I still need to work on losing weight. In the meantime, I'm releasing those jeans. No point in dwelling on how I used to look, have to concentrate on how I want to look in the future.

Probably the most depressing thing about looking at those jeans is how I thought I was fat then. Amazing.

fings and I went for a physical earlier this week, and we are depressed about our weight, concerned about our blood pressure, etc. We have got to stop feeling bad and DO something. We have to get healthier, for our own sakes and for the sake of our son. Oy gevalt.

I've been procrastinating like a mofo on condo association crap, and it's going to bite me in the ass. Or rather, it's biting me already. I suck. I don't want to deal with this stuff. Wah! One of those times when being a grownup is overrated :/.

I didn't get to sleep until about 6am. I was polishing the cedar chest at 5am. I was alternating cleaning and watching "The Countdown" w/Keith Olbermann and "The Rachel Maddow Show" on MSNBCtv. I slept on the recliner until 11:15am, the longest I've ever been able to stay sleeping on that thing, LOL. I crawled into bed until noon, and then fings and I showered, dressed, grabbed a folding chair (just in case, we had no idea if there would be a very long line, and I didn't fancy standing for an hour or more. stupid flat feet! we didn't need it).

Finally voting was just great. I must say however, I miss the old school voting machines where the switches you moved for your vote kind of clicked, and then you pulled the lever with a very satisfying "ka-chunk!". Afterwards, we went to Cafe Rumba for some damn fine Cuban food.

We got home and I napped a bit on the recliner. I woke up rather cranky. I was feeling utteryly wiped out. Now I'm just really tired. Both mentally, and physically. I guess the stress of it all has taken a bit of a toll. Thank goodness this day is finally here, and we will know one way or the other what the frigging outcome is, already! My stomach is in knots, and I've already cried a little. I am hopeful, very hopeful.

We are expecting thudthwacker and eafm in a short while, as well as my oldest nephews. We'll eat, play some games, order some food. And maybe have the MSNBC.com live coverage on :D.

And yes, our apartment is cleaner and neater than it has been in weeks and weeks. HUZZAH!!! Now we need to work on the small room (so full of stuff and junk) and neaten up the guest room. Oh, and lots of damn paperwork to sift through, file, shred, organize. I need to draft one of my nephews to help move a lot of stuff to Goodwill. Oh, and we especially (ok, I need to) make sure the current level of clean and neat gets maintained as much as possible.

As a result of having crazy pre-election day jitters, nerves, and anxiety--our apartment is cleaner than it has been for WEEKS! LOL. By tomorrow night, it should be *BEAUTIFUL* in here, haha.

Security Expert Warns of Rigged Election

Um, uh, yeah. Hoping like hell shenanigans are kept to a minimum this election. There's more I could say, but I think I'm going to hide under a blanket for a while. OK, maybe not, but that's what I feel like doing. I despair, I despair...

Tuesday can't come soon enough. Wednesday, too, for that matter.