Election Day Blues

I remember being a kid and going with my mom when she voted.  It was always something special, and I couldn’t wait to grow up and be able to vote myself.  I’ve voted in every election since I was 18 and eligible.  I’m proud that I live in a country where I can make a difference, and I exercise that right.  I research candidates and issues, and I make informed choices.  I’m not Republican, I’m not Democrat.  Just a girl trying to figure out what’s best for her country.  I like to tell people I’m staunchly independent.

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Sleep needed. And more hours in the day.

I’m tired.  Just flat-out pooped.  So much going on at work…there doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day.  It’s a good job, though, and I am enjoying what I’m doing (while running about like my hair is on fire).  And, thankfully, I work with great folks. I know just how bad a bad job can be, and I’m about as far from that as a girl can get.

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13 Years

Happy anniversary, my sweet M!  13 years of wedded bliss.  Okay, not always blissful, but always, always worth it.  Everything we’ve been through has made us who we are today, and I wouldn’t change a single thing.  (Okay, I might change the emergency appendectomy timing so it didn’t coincide with Zozo’s baptism…maybe put it off a week or so, and I’d probably insist you do the torn labrum surgery before we had a child, but, you know, that’s about it.)

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