I have a pretty serious sephora.com addiction.  This is amusing cause… have you seen me?  I leave the house with wet hair every day and my only concern when it comes to clothes is that they be clean.   But damn if I can’t drop a days worth of work at Sephora in twenty minutes.

Ever since I had that pesky stroke thing in December it has been the family joke that I am older then my Grandma.  Eleven months later and you would think as I go through the recovery process this would become less and less true.  I’m able to work full time and I no longer take more pills then her, but there has been another development.  I am watching QVC, for pleasure.  It started with the make up shows.  And now it’s expanded.  Pretty soon I’ll be buying jewelry and ridiculously expensive body wash and I will officially have turned into my Grandma.

Swamp Ass died in his sleep last night.  He is preceded in death by the many other pets that have died in my care (All of natural causes except that suicidal fish.).  He is survived by Killer and Tux, his feline siblings who never once realized in the year he lived with us that they could EAT him.

Services will be held tomorrow wherein I will most likely get drunk by myself and cry over a rodent.  A rodent that I only adopted because I was cranked out on anxiety meds but who made the last year hella more enjoyable.

Forever and a moon ago I posted a video of my oldest nephew and some of the phrases we had taught him.  The crazier segment of the Internet has found it.  Boy do they have some things to say about racism, bad role models, and quite a few who think that my nephew must be an out of control hellion with a potty mouth now that he’s older.  And then there are the people who see it for what it is, hilarious.  I find myself wanting to respond back to the commenters with the reality that you can’t know from a few seconds of video.  One, Zachary is an exceptional kid with pretty fabulous manners, and is in fact doing nothing but obeying his elders in that clip.  Two, we aren’t racist, and don’t have hang ups about race so race never occurred to us when teaching him those phrases.  Three, those are so not the worst words he knows, and yet he knows that he’s not even allowed to call his cousin “stupid” because we have managed to teach him right and wrong.   And four, most importantly, holy shit it’s hilarious to make children do your evil bidding.  You don’t even want to SEE the hand gestures we’ve taught him!

This is one of the best physical manifestations of what I feel like most days.  And I’m okay with that.

(This was taken at Mikey’s going away party.  Since he was moving to Kazakhstan, home of Borat, we some how ended up forcing everyone to wear mustaches.  Good times.)

I’ve always been interested in politics, more then my peers.  But this year I have, admittedly, gone crazy overboard.  I’ve been listening to podcasts since the primaries.  Almost two years.  Two LONG mostly ANNOYING years.   I can’t tell you the number of times a particularly annoying statement has caused me to SCREECH out loud at my desk.  I’m the crazy girl with earbuds in yelling at her iPod.

It feels weird knowing that today it ends.  The anticipation of this is more then anything I have ever experienced in my life.  While I’m some what confident the outcome will be to my liking I’m also so very, very nervous.  Just a shot of the Virginia polls moments ago made my stomach lurch.

This is especially bad because I have ingested a large quantity of chocolate today in order to keep my nerves under control.  The night may end in puking.  Let’s hope it is of the celebratory variety, if there is such a thing.

Three incidents of dorkdom:

One, I have my own website.  Check.

Today I checked the CNN mobile site from my cell phone (Which I do 19 times a day, minimum.  Even while I watch CNN.) and they had switched over to the Electoral Count in preparation for tomorrow’s election.  I squealed with joy.

Sentence I actually uttered while in a discussion about Facebook “I’ve thought about joining only because there is a show on NPR that I love that has a page…”  About that time I trailed off leaving silence to settle in over the dinner table.  I am a nerd, and it’s become impossible for me to hide it.

The best part of my weekend was getting to talk to my friend Mikey, who joined the Peace Corps and shipped off to Kazakhstan over a year ago.  I miss him.  A bit more then I even expected to.  I’ve tried a few times to write about him, or what talking to him now is like and I can’t.  It’s too… something.  There’s no distance from it.  We have another year of him living on the other side of the world to get though.  And after that it’s all still unknown.

The physical distance was bridged a bit because he got himself a webcam.  This time I got to see his smirk when he called me a geek for blogging every day, see the light in his eyes while everyone joked like we used to, and see the seriousness I’m not used to when he talks about life there, and away from here.  Even better then seeing the boy I miss so much is to see how he’s changing.

It is DAY ONE of NaBloPoMo and I almost forgot.  It’s been so BUSY.  I had to wake up, read a book, take a nap, watch The Office, go on a walk with the neighbor.  Now I’ve forced myself to actually get out of my pajamas and go to a party.  God.  So busy.  Without me to hold down the couch I’m not sure what would happen.  The earth would spin off it’s axis.

So, thirty days, thirty posts.  We’re going to try this again.  I hope I have the stamina.  I’ve aged 58 years since last November.  I had to use a calculator to do that math.

This is not going to go well.