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I can't believe how stressed I am about this election. I don't even want to talk about it, I just wanna say "ACK! I'M LOOOSING IT!'
I might not even watch for the results.
I might keep my tv and car radio off and just hear it from the real world.
Ugh.

I have had a horrible past few weeks. Not for any really good reason. I just feel a little stalled. I don't like where we've moved, I am torn on moving again because I have a child in school. We have moved quite a bit in the past and she is at an age where she is really making connections with other children...On the other hand, our family life has taken such a negative turn since moving here. Enough, that it may cancel EVERYTHING else out.

Oh. Did I mention I'm turning 30 this month?
I didn't think I'd care but there is a significant nervousness brewing. I no longer feel invincible. Hehe. You know.
Anyone else feel like that around this birthday?
Yes it is still young, but there's also a feeling of playing catch up with health.
The body, in my mangled opinion, starts shutting down at this point and you've got to work double time to keep it running well.

Wow.
Shut me up.
heh

Rainbows, puppy dogs, sleeping babies, ice cream, happy, happy, happy

A PS3...my house is full of useless stuff.

Did you watch the baseball game or the debate last night?

I watched John McCain trying really hard to not roll his eyes all night. He has very little self control. Oh! I'd like to give a shout out to Joe the Plumber.

Ok.
How hilarious is it that "Big Pussy" from The Sopranos is in a daytime soap opera. Normally, I don't have the TV on aside from 8-10am when Golden Girls and Sesame St. is on.
I recall a while back, seeing a commercial with Vincent Pastore (BP) talking about how much he enjoys watching General Hospital.
This is hilarious to me because I've always found daytime soaps to be LUDICROUS! I know many people have gotten a start via G.H. and AMC...whatever else...
But to be in a great show like The Sopranos and then play the same old character on General Hospital? The Port Charles Mob. HA! I smell desperation. You know this guy thinks he is a real life gangster, right?

Have you ever volunteered for something? If so, what?

When I was much younger I helped a politician's campaign. He is now in prison.Two not related.

This weekend, while at the crappiest mall on Earth, I decided to get one of those massages. You know. The guys that have a kiosk in the middle of the mall near the Fake Hair Kiosk and Fake Coach Bag Kiosk.

I've had their sample massage while standing and that seemed to be really amazing. I told myself I was gonna stop back sometime for a "quickie"...massage.

I was particularly annoyed with my husband last Saturday. So, while he was traipsing through the mall looking for Aqua Di Gio bodywash..............................I abandoned him with the kids and ordered the "special treatment" massage. As far as I know, it's all elbows and full body weight because it SUCKED! He tore into my shoulder blades and really concentrated on one spot for so long I was one stroke away from getting up and smacking him. I told myself that he must really feel some knots and when I stand up I'm gonna be in heaven.

No.

I felt like I was in a car accident.

Here I am, Tuesday morning, rolling all over the floor because my back it killing.

What did you think about the Vice Presidential debate?

I started out puzzled at Palin's speaking style. She would make a great principal...I can't stand people that wink while talking to you. I got bored quickly and left the house. My husband caught me up later.

I had to do a late night run to the store last night. Usually, I try to avoid Wal-Mart. There are about 10 different reasons why I dislike Wal-Mart but I'll only get into one.

Considerate, aren't I?

This ONE reason, I have to admit, is the quality of people as opposed to Target or Other Neighborhood Grocery.

My first stop in the store was the isle where they keep the hairbrushes, headbands, stuff like that. I was then 99.5% sure I was sharing the isle with a prostitute.

Fine, fine. Hookers need barrettes, too.

While I was shopping the hairstuff... I heard a disgusting tearing, popping noise. This woman, with hair near dreadlocks from neglect, had picked up a brush and starting raking it through. Her hair was very, very long and naturally dark, but had obviously been bleached a couple years ago. Half of it was nicotine yellow. I could barely concentrate because she was literally ripping hairs out, but when she stopped and put the brush back on the hook, I could not help myself from giving her my famous glare. All snobby, squinty, curled lipped, crossed arms...very attractive. I fully expected that to start some kind of verbal altercation, as rough as she looked with her neck tattoo and big manly hands. She made eye contact, grabbed the brush, and took off around the corner. I was all grossed out.

I took what I had to the self checkout because I had decided to go to the grocery store a few more blocks away. Standing behind three loud women, I was trying to ignore their nasty conversation. Cussing, jumping around, and NOT checking out, I was ready to just drop my 2 things and go. The tiny one of the group stopped and announced to the store that she needed to go get "a test". The medium sized one asked her "Why, to see how many babies you have in that little belly?" This was HILARIOUS to all three. The skinny one was quite far away, walking towards the prego tests, so she had to yell her response, "YEAH, TO SEE HOW MANY BABIES I NEED TO GET RID OF!"
Now, I don't care who you are. You could be one of those people that think it's wrong to bring ANY child into this world- abortion is STILL a sensitive subject. I am personally against abortion so my stomach was turning. It is a tough subject to be hard one way or the other...I'm not going to get into that.
At least the chunky screamed back, "BITCH, YOU AIN'T GETTIN' RID OF ANYTHING!"
Voice of reason...