I try to stay away from political comments on this blog, mostly because I have no idea what I'm talking about. Truly, I read the news like any educated citizen and I am more than interested in the upcoming primary. But there's so much out there, and how do you know what's the truth and what is the media playing tricks on you in order to increase the amount of viewers? Regardless, and I know this is bottom of a large heap of issues going on, but what ever happened to believing you are the best one for President? It's lately become a war of words and who will win, not who is the best one to lead our country. Am I the only one who sees this? Maybe I'm not looking past the words.

Don't speed when driving. You could go to jail. Seriously. Oh, and don't do speed when driving, either. You really could go to jail.

Five things I say I will do, but don’t, and then hate myself for not doing

I often am inspired to post an entry when I see a blogger's list and then want to make the same list. A friend from high school posted such a list and now I am using the premise to create my own.

And therefore, here is the list:

1) Put more thought into giving creative gifts

2) Have a yard sale

3) Help N around the house more

4) Don't watch TV

5) Exercise More

And of course this list could go on. Pathetic really. We are too hard on ourselves. We (meaning me) feel we are never good enough. I want to stop feeling bad for what I don't do, and recognize what I do do...doo doo.

Monday Musings

1) Late yesterday afternoon, N and I began the daunting task of organizing the basement. I use the basement as a storage unit for items that I hope to sell at the never-happening yard sale. Also, since MMG moved, I have had to bring a lot of my childhood belongings to Charlottesville as there is no place in MMG's home. We have four categories - yard sale, one for keep, trash and school. I was going through my second box (only my second), when N warned me that he remembered a plate may be broken in the box. I came across the plate, and N and I picked it up. Either we each thought the other had it stable in our hands, or the plate was a magical jumping plate, but either way, the plate cut my leg open, and here I sit with four stitches in my calf. I know, only four, but I've only had stitches one other time in my lifetime, and I don't really remember it that well. All I know is that my mom had to lie about our last name cause the KKK lived by. She was afraid they would turn us away.

2) The doctor at Urgent Care was an asshole. As he was preparing the materials for the serious surgery, N asked whether the office stitched up a lot of people, and he responded "Yeah, too many. We don't have time for this crap." The doctor said that right there, with blood gushing out of my calf, and he doesn't have time for this crap. Believe you me, if I didn't need them I wouldn't have been there. You think I want to be getting stitches at 9 in the evening? I'd rather be organizing my basement, thankyouverymuch. And you know, stitches are not for preventing scars. They are for preventing infection you bozo! I don't give a shit if I have a scar on my calf.

3) Allgood festival two weekends ago was awesome. We took it easy Friday night, but danced our tushis off Saturday night. Moe, STS9, Bob Weir and Rat Dog, Keller Williams, Benevento Russo Duo, Lotus, Grace Potter - the list could go on. I saw a lot of potential clients at the festival too.

4) No more musings. Maybe more later.

No shit sherlock!

N finally came to the realization that we are getting married...preferably in the next year and a half. But that's how N is. I'll go on and on about something that needs to get done, or that is coming up, and he needs a certain amount of time for it to sink in. And then I walk in the door after a long day at work and he says "You know what, if we're getting married, we need to get on it." Oh, really? I didn't know that.

Good thing I'm aware of his needs.

So, we're thinking of going more traditional. And while I've always imagined, from the day I started planning my wedding when I was in the womb, of having bridesmaids, good friends standing by my side as I vow to love my husband forever, I think we might forgo that for our wedding. We are planning a more traditional Jewish wedding, and in a traditional Jewish wedding, there is no bridal party. Just the bride and groom. Not sure how I feel about this. Maybe we'll ask some friends to read something, or hold up the chuppah. Haven't figured this out yet.

Of course, I've been considering what I'm going to do about who will walk me down the aisle. Usually, it's both parents. But I'd like to have my mom and someone else by my side, to honor my father, so it will most likely be my cousin. He loved my father, he understood my father and he respected my father immensely. I mentioned it to him a few years ago at our cousin's wedding. Now I've got to dig up the courage to remind him of my request so long ago.

We haven't even decided where we are going to have it. We're contemplating between Charlottesville, NOVA and Baltimore. But one thing is for sure...it's not going to be a typical wedding. I just want a big party, commencing with the wedding ceremony. I am not sure I want a sit down dinner. I kinda just want a backyard party, with lots of drinks and music and some food so people don't get filthy drunk. But filthy drunk is also fine. Whatever works.

And again, she peed twice. WTF? Seriously, I don't know what's wrong with her. She has peed on the rug two out of three trips to the in-laws, and the main factor that wasn't present when she didn't pee was the presence of 2 cats, Bob and Bug. Are they making her pee? Are they stressing Steve out so much that she has to pee in front of them to remind them who's boss? Is she peeing multiple times because she smells where she previously peed? Does anyone out there in cyberspace have any theories as to why my princess doggie is peeing in the in-laws home?

Steve just peed on the in-laws year-old carpet. Good times.