Nine Things You Never Knew...Or Wished You Didn't...

Random Things About Me (and a couple of random rants):

• I cannot tell you how much I want this presidential election to be over. I absolutely HATE politics. I also hate the fact that when I vote this year, I will basically be choosing between the lesser of two evils. I don't really like either candidate and I wish we could have a do-over.


• When I went outside earlier tonight, it smelled like it was going to snow. I love that. People don't seem to believe that I can smell snow, but I can. I swear. I can smell it coming.


• Um...the city has torn our entire street so that it can be repaved. For about a month now, there have been ruts and holes and giant rocks littering the street and they're just now getting to the point where they're leveling it all out. Apparently it will be another two weeks before they actually pave it. In the meantime, they keep leaving burms of gravel right in front of our driveway. Which is not really a problem since, you know, we don't plan on leaving the house in the next month anyway...ha. Good thing we have a Subaru so we can put that All Wheel Drive to use.


• My daughter dances every time she hears the theme song from The Office. Which makes me think that she's probably seen entirely too much of that show for a one-year-old...


• Every year, around the middle of the summer, I decide that I cannot take it anymore and I must get a haircut. By the time snowboarding comes around, it's at the awkward stage where it's too short to really put up, but if I leave it down it tickles my neck. I am at that stage now.


• I have issues with things touching my neck (see above). I can't stand turtlenecks (not that I would wear one anyway...), and I can't really wear regular t-shirts to bed because the get all bunched up around my neck. It weirds me out when other people touch the front of my neck, and I usually react somewhat violently (not purposely, I can't help it). But really. Who goes around touching someone else's neck anyway? Choker necklaces are out of the question, as are scarves usually. And don't even get me started about when the doctor checks my lymph nodes...aah. I have to sit there and pretend I'm not a freak that is about to punch them in the eye...I don't know. That's my weird little phobia (well, one of them).


• My husband and I are going to start playing hockey this November (to take out some of that post-election aggression) in a town nearby. I'm really excited. I used to rollerblade A LOT when I was younger, and I've ice skated a few times, so I'm pretty sure I'll have this hockey thing in the bag. Riiiiiight. Except for the fact that I will be one of the only females and I have absolutely no muscle mass to speak of...okay, maybe a little in the arm area from lugging around my pleasantly plump little Jabba the Hut.


• I feel like pregnancy stole my brain. Seriously. I was a little ADD before my daughter came along, and now it's just ridiculous. I can't seem to concentrate on anything. I forget things all the time (one of my biggest pet peeves in others), I lose my train of thought or fail to come up with the right word...Hence the ridiculous list style blog. It's pretty frustrating. Especially for someone who used to pride herself on her vocabulary skills. I can multi-task like a pro now though. I guess that's a plus.


• Besides being a stay-at-home mom, I also sell apples on the side. Meet me at the corner later and I can get you some of the good stuff...But really. I work at an apple stand that is owned by my step in-laws, and I love it. I don't know why. Maybe it's because this babymaking thing has turned my brain to oatmeal and it's all I can handle. But it's fun. It's so old-fashioned. There are people who have been coming there since the orchards were planted (in the 50s).

Okay...really. That's enough of that. Hopefully, someday, I can come up with a post that is coherent. It might be awhile. So, in the meantime. Here's my little blue-eyed baby (and her runny nose).

"Umm, I think I like the white shirt better.

Yeah, it's-it's more...

Pensive?

Damn, I was going for thoughtful."

--Ten Things I Hate About You