A few things I've been thinking about.
The seatbelt law. I understand the premise, but isn't it sort of presumptuous of the government to insist that I protect myself whilst driving? What's next? No running with scissors? No chewing on pencils? Maybe a special secret police to monitor people at work who climb on their chairs to reach upper shelves? Ohio is putting a huge emphasis on seatbelts lately. I wear mine every single time I'm in a vehicle without fail. Hell, I won't drive until my passengers buckle up. I don't like being told by the government that I must wear it or I will get pulled over and ticketed. That is bullshit. People do way more dangerous stuff (bungie jumping?) that isn't illegal.
The whole not smoking thing SUCKS. I'm terrible at it. I know I have to quit, I absolutely must. It is like asking someone not to breathe. OK, that's a bit dramatic, but those of you out there who smoke and have tried to quit, or even those reformed smokers, totally get where I'm coming from. Perhaps the government should do something about this! Why is it legal for me to purchase cigarettes when it knows all of the health risks but it is illegal for me to ride in my hooptie without a seatbelt? Bullshit. Anyhow, if you find yourself sending up prayers to the big guy, throw one in for me because I'm going to need the help. Here's the kicker. I go ALL day at work, over 8 hours a day, without smoking. Add to that the 8 hours I sleep at night without smoking. Why are those precious few other hours so hard? Anyway, I quit smoking. Again. Forever! One day at a time, eh?
Work. Yeah, still sucks worse than plucking nose hairs.
Weight? Yeah, still not going down, unlike that slut Nick.
Hair? Still red but got it cut short. Whatever, you know you were curious.
We mulched our flower beds and planted flowers. The yard looks fantastic. I even mowed the lawn two weekends ago! I'm now set for like a decade with lawn mowing. I did get a great farmer's tan though.
We go on vacation next month to the Outer Banks - Corolla Beach, NC. I cannot freakin' wait. There will be a total of 14 of us. I'm driving down with two of my girlfriends. The hubby, et al are flying down. We already have a Drunk Olympics Planning Committee. I have graciously agreed to be the Beer Wench. Hey, I've got experience. Now I just need an outfit or uniform to wear! Perhaps a different one daily? I'm thinking said uniform will include shorts and a t-shirt.
Well, that's what is going on here. I would apologize for my absence, but I am sure you all understand. It happens. It doesn't mean I don't love you anymore. I do.
