Politics

I have decided I am going to make a label specifically for politics. I think I am going to have a lot to say regarding the upcoming election over the next few months.
As I was channel flipping tonight, I ran across the live Democratic debate on CNN. For the first time, I can truly say I have faith the government will change if Hilary or Obama becomes our next president. Maybe my hopes will be crushed, but at the same time, maybe they won't be. These two candidates are so passionate about politics. Does that mean they're going to tell me what I want to hear, and then let me down once they're in the White House? I certainly hope not. I feel the scrutiny from the American public would be far too harsh. Obama stated that the percentage of voters turning out for the primaries has more than doubled during the current caucuses. I feel that if they're campaign is getting people motivated to become involved, then the American public will not tolerate another ridiculous presidency like we've had to endure the past seven years. Both Hilary and Obama were so civil with each other. It was almost as powerful as when they were close to tearing each others' throats out a couple of weeks ago. Hilary made a comment that had me laughing. She said it "took one Clinton to clean up after the first Bush administration, and it's going to take another Clinton to clean up after the second."
If you haven't been following the campaigns, I strongly encourage you to start. It's a long ride ahead for all of the candidates involved, but I am optimistic the country will finally get the comfort in knowing they will have a strong leader when the ride is over.

Whoops!

My laziness is preventing me from writing about things I think are brilliant. Last night, as I was lounging on my couch, relishing in the silence after little-man was in bed, I had an epiphany of something great to write about. This morning..I got nuttin.
The next time I think of something great to write about, I am going to pick myself up, and write...cuz having nuttin isn't as much fun as having sumptin!

I was reading the comments on a friend's blog, and I absolutely love what someone said "If you think so much about where your life is going, you'll miss where it is right now. :)" I totally feel like that is my life motto right now.

Fingerprints can be forever...mwhahaha

In an attempt to pull myself out of a funky mood, I have decided to blog again...for the second time today! (hehehe) Blogging is definitly theraputic to me, especially since I don't keep a written journal at home. Most of the time, I try and put a little bit of thought into what I write. Sometimes, my thoughts are so sporadic, that I start writing without thinking....but usually I think about the topic of the day for an average of five to ten minutes before I let myself go crazy with my words.
About two weeks ago, I was having a helluva time printing out labels for some sets of dividers I was making. It took me over three hours to get these labels to print correctly, and another solid hour to make sure the divider topics were in the right order (yeah, I know it sounds like it should have been easy..but it was extremely daunting!).
Today, I was asked to make new dividers using our company tabs, instead of the original white dividers I had worked so dilligently on. I felt like I had wasted a lot of time, but I have to remind myself that it was an excellent learning experience on many levels.
I collaborated with a coworker to get the appropriate template, typed up the labels, printed them on white paper to make sure they lined up (I learned the last time that this is an important step...especially when your labels are limited), and then proceeded to print the labels out successfully (even making an extra set in case I flubbed up a label or two).
As I was sitting at my desk, happily applying my labels, I started thinking about some crazy things. The main thing that keeps popping back into my head is the fact that we leave our fingerprints just about EVERYWHERE we go. I'm going to risk sounding like a psycho conspiracy theorist, but in this day in age, leaving personalized dna-type info makes me worry, but at the same times gives me a small sense of pride. I keep having weird flashbacks of episodes of CSI I used to watch late at night. Since we aren't on this earth forever, I smile at the fact that my fingerprint will be on this label until the demise of the label itself..and for all I know, that could be tomorrow, or it could be 100 years from now...it's pretty cool stuff!

If I could turn back time...

Lets rewind:
Six years ago. I met a boy in a class at a local college and became friends with him. He's a nice guy, the friendship was completely platonic.
Five years ago. We both went to different colleges, in different states. We kept in touch randomly over the internet (gotta love aim).
Four years ago. I decided to drive to his school to visit for a fun friday night. We went to the bars, spent less than 20 dollars between to two of us, and had the best time. I'd never experienced a great time quite like that before. We walked back to his place, and jumped in every single puddle on the way home (it was a warm november night, and yes, there was snow on the ground).
Three years ago. I ran into this boy at the state fair. He was with another girl, and I was with another guy. I could tell he wanted to talk (as did I), but the entire conversation was a bit awkward. We said hi and bye and went our separate ways.
Eight months ago. I ran into another old friend from high school. She gave me the current number of this boy who I hadn't talked with since our run-in at the fair. I called him, we talked, and I told him about how much my life had changed since our fun night out. He told me about how his life had changed too. We hadn't talked in such a long time, but it felt like it was just yesterday that we were gallavanting around town, having the best time.
Last night. I received an email from him about how he is busy. He is always busy. He has been busy since the eight months ago when we started talking again. I am hurt that he is always busy. I take it personal. I know I shouldn't, but I'm such a girl and extremely sensitive when I've been putting effort into getting together with him and all I hear is "We'll get together soon, I'm really busy right now." Maybe he's just not that into me as a friend. Maybe we had our chance at a friendship, and for whatever reason, things fizzled and I won't be able to bring us back to what could have been. This shouldn't hurt so much. Our friendship seems to have always functioned disfunctionally...but it saddens me.

Snooze

I've always wanted to have at least three children. After having little-man, I know I want to have one more with my (hopefully/cross your fingers) husband, and adopt one.
The past two nights little-man has been waking up around the 3-4am hour. Sunday night, he was feeling under the weather, and last night he woke up to play. I wouldn't have been woken up last night, but he had dropped his much needed blanket and was shouting at it in hopes it would magically float back into his crib. I went into his room, gave him his blanket, told him to lay down and go night-night (to which he replied "nigh-nigh"..only your own child could make you smile at 4am).
Hopefully, when it comes time for my family to expand, it will be a lot easier to deal with a newborn the second time around, right now, the thought of doing it alone again is dauting...
...I don't even know why I am thinking about this..Lets chalk this one up to lack-of-sleep-insanity!!!!!

Get a Room!

I don't know how to phrase this in a way where I don't come off as a total prude..but at this point, I don't care.
I live above a nympho....and he's not very quiet about it. He is the type of guy who overcompensates with what he doesn't have by always making sure he's driving a brand new car. He drives me up a wall! And what ticks me off even more is the fact that he always brings home these RANDOM girls and f@#ks them....loud....at 11pm....what an ass. I say F@#K because that is the only thing you can really label it as....these girls let out these fake ass screams, and it's right below my bed.
The worst part about it is I'll see him as I'm walking to my car, and tell him to keep it down...and all the asshole does is snicker. I really can't wait until he moves out, or until I do, because the live porno soundtrack is going to drive me nuts more sooner than later. I am restraining myself from banging on the floor, but I think that would only boost his ego, and I am NOT about to do that....grrrr

Detailed Weekend

Happy Monday Morning! (I will confess, I am writing this on sunday night, but I'm going to take a risk by skipping a little ahead of myself with the monday greeting).
I am having a major case of the "oh crap! I have to go to work tomorrow and I have so much to get done and it's already after 10pm!"
If you don't already know, I am the QUEEN of procrastination. If procrastination was an olympic sport, I'd be the reigning champion of the world, and have a trophy case full of gold medals to prove it. (please excuse my horrible comedic side...I just got done watching some hilarious Dane Cook stand-up, and I feel mislead that his wit has rubbed off on me)
ANYWAYS....I have been off of work since last thursday. Yeah, i've had a really looooong weekend. I had only planned to take Friday off, but ended up coming down with a nasty case of food poisoning to which I will spare everyone the details....in a nutshell, thursday was spent sleeping and trying to recover from my abrupt illness.
Friday was a bit productive. I got my license renewed, stopped at the library, had lunch with my dad, had every intention on going to see an early movie before I had to get little man (but I messed the time up and ended up partaking in an hour and half target trip), came home and put together the new shelves and organization thingy for little-man's room, picked up little-man, ran into two of my softball teammates at chipotle totally accidentally, and then called it a night. (I don't know why I felt the need to write out my ENTIRE day, but it's done now....sorry bout dat). Saturday, I took little-man to the children's museum with my niece and my niece's mom (no, for those of you who know me and the situation with my niece's mom, your eyes are not mistaking you...we actually did go to the museum together...hell must have frozen over!). After the kids were worn out, we went on an adventure together to figure out how we were going to redecorate the kids' room at my mom's house. It was quite the excursion. The day turned out to be busy, somewhat productive, and we both survived without getting into a fight with each other and maintaining our sanity....which leads me to today...
I haven't done a darn thing all day. I've thought about doing laundry. I've thought about going outside to enjoy the lovely weather. I've thought about a lot of things...but I honestly couldn't get myself to do ANYTHING....so, an hour ago (9:30) I decided I should kick it into high gear and clean some clothes. As I sit here, waiting for a load of clothes to dry, I cannot believe this day went by so quickly. It seems like the entire month of january has flown by at 100mph.
I am actually too tired to conform my current thoughts into anything intelligent right now...I know I had a reason for being so detailed about the past few days..but right now things just aren't clicking...stay tuned for updates....