What the heeeeeck?

This is the second time in a couple of weeks that I've written a nice, long post, only to have it deleted on me when I go to publish it. *Sigh*

And I just don't have the time or energy to do it all over again.

Maybe tomorrow.

No, definitely tomorrow.

Happy weekend. =)

I'm gonna kick some Kindergarten BUTT

So when I picked Gavin up from daycare this afternoon, he had a big red mark on the side of his nose... right next to his eye. When I asked him what happened, he said he was playing volleyball (turns out it was actually dodgeball) in gym class, and that someone threw the ball and hit him in the face. I think it's probably illegal for me to go after the little snot who did that to him, but that doesn't mean I don't WANT to.

When I asked Gavin if he cried, he said, "Nope! I was a brave boy!" And of course that made ME want to bawl. How did my baby get to be such a big kid so quickly??

*Sigh*

I went to JoAnn Fabrics this morning to pick out some things that I can't tell you guys about because they have to do with Christmas presents for my sisters, and one of them reads my blog on occasion.

Anyway... when I was signing the receipt, the cashier looked at my signature, and said, "Wow, you write really small." I nodded and smiled, because I get that all. the. time. But then she added, "You know, the size of your signature is supposed to be an indication of your self worth. So you should start writing bigger."

On-sale craft supplies AND a free psychological evaluation all in one trip... Score!

In addition, Bill brought me roses today. I haven't gotten flowers in... well, in a REALLY long time, so this is totally news-worthy. He also brought me bacon. (Yes, bacon.) And it was delicious. =)

The end.

And the winner is...

Ok, I swear to God this is my last post about the presidential election, for two reasons. 1. Because I'm fairly certain everyone and his or her brother is blogging about the election, and 2. Because everyone else really knows more about it than I do anyway.

That said, I'm glad Obama won. Really I am. Partly because now I get to hold it over the heads of my entirely Republican family, but also because he seems like a good guy (and please please please don't prove me wrong here, Mr. Obama). Also, my kids were rooting for him, so it was fun to tell them this morning that he will be our next president. My 5 and 7 year old are much more aware than I was at that age, and I think that's a great thing.

There is, however, one draw-back to Obama winning the presidency, and it is this: I live in New England, and Yankees don't know how to talk. I love my dad to pieces, but if your name ends with an "a" he will automatically add an "r" to it. I'm pretty sure that's why my sisters and I do NOT have names that end in "a," but my double cousins all do. So Andrea, Sonia and Victoria become Andre-er, Sonyer, and Victorier. Unexplainably, Yankees also tend to subtract the "r" from a word that is SUPPOSED to end in one. "Car" is "caah," "bar" is "baah"... you get the idear (sorry, couldn't help myself). And while I've worked hard to keep the accent out of my speech as much as possible (although my friends from the south say it's quite obvious), the old-school Yankees do no such thing.

So anyway, after learning this morning that Obama had won the election, and after hearing my boyfriend (another born and bred Yankee) say his name out loud, I've decided I'm just going to have to get used to him being referred to as "Obalmer" for at least the next four years.

Sheesh.

ELECTION day

I don't know why I called it "voting day" yesterday, when I could have been intelligent and used the correct term. Chalk it up to the fact that it was Monday, and that my brain doesn't really start working again (after a weekend of laziness) until Tuesday.

So anyway, today we vote. Or, some of us do anyway. I'm heading over after work to cast my vote, and then I'm not going to talk to anyone about politics for a long, long time. Because it seems like, with this election more than any other, people get ANGRY when they're talking about the candidates. Like, ANGRY-ANGRY (I've actually heard an old lady berate a middle-aged man for his presidential candidate choice... and this was in the LIBRARY). Anyway, I don't do angry-angry. I do discussion, but I don't know enough about politics to argue about much of anything, so I'd really rather not even try. And since the rest of my family seems to consist of staunch Republicans, I really need to steer clear of any type of political discussion with them, period.

So, happy voting, everyone... just don't talk to me about it. =P

For the love of God, hurry up voting day.

Oh my word. If I never hear another political ad, it will be FAR too soon. Thank goodness tomorrow is voting day.

Also, can I just say that (and yes, this is an obvious statement) being in the beginning stages of a relationship is awesome? Even better, though, is being in the beginning of a relationship, and not having to worry one little bit whether the guy will call when he says he will... or if he really wants to be spending as much time with me as he is. Those are things I'm used to. I have to say that dating a guy who makes things easy is SO much better. Phew.

I already suck at NaBloPoMo. Just so you know.

Oh my. I already missed the first... what? Two days of NaBloPoMo. And even worse, I'm not even sure what day it is! I may have only missed one day, which would be SO much better. So yeah, let's go with that.

I don't want to bore you with Bill talk, but as we've spent the entire weekend together, that's really all I've got at the moment. I met his friends on Friday night, and they were funny and warm and kind and just plain delightful... much like Bill himself. I was nervous, but not as shy and quiet as I COULD have been. I introduced Bill to MY bff, but as Bill was a TEENSY bit drunk when that happened, we decided to have a re-meeting the following morning, so we met at Starbucks, and laughed over coffee and inappropriate text forwards. Ahhh, boys.

Aaaaanyway, I suppose I should post a picture of me in my lovely dress, shouldn't I? I think it will appear above, but on the off chance that I actually manage to get it where I want it, yay me!

Boooooo

For Halloween today, I'm dressed as my mom. Circa 1975. I'm not even kidding. She said she bought (or was given... she can't remember) the dress when she was a teenager, and when she and my dad moved to Florida last year, she handed it to me, saying I might be able to use it for a Halloween costume or something one day.

So I wore it today. And people have been complimenting the thing like it's some currently fashionable dress. Craziness. Just... craziness.

Tonight, I'm off to Bill's house for a party. Not a Halloween party (which means I have to go home and change out of the dress first, which is fine by me), just a party-party. I'm meeting a bunch of Bill's friends for the first time, so I'm kind of nervous. I tend to be really, REALLY shy around new people, and especially around a great big GROUP of new people. Yikes.

Tomorrow starts NaBloPoMo... weeee. Let's see if I can actually keep up...