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I’m not a very political person.
Don’t get me wrong, I have my views. Strong views.
And, I’m a voter. I’ve voted in every election since I turned 18 (well, except for that one election when I was in college…when I was too lazy to get my absentee ballot. I know. For shame).
But I’m not one to get, you know, involved.
CK is a different story. He was totally a part of it all this year, and I’m really proud of him. He spent all day yesterday (seriously, ALL DAY…from 6:30 am to 6:30 pm…all while sporting a seriously solid cold) driving elderly folks to the polls. Folks who couldn’t - or shouldn’t - drive themselves. He also ran absentee ballots back and forth to people who weren’t well enough to leave their homes.
I know. Did I get me a solid fella or what?
By the end of the day, he’d worked so hard that the guy in charge of the campaign office gave him two tickets to the Obama celebration party (well, I’m sure it wasn’t actually CALLED that at the time…it was probably called the Cautiously Optimistic End of the Election Party until about 10:00 pm or so) at the Marriott Waterside in Tampa. Sweeeeeeeet.
So, for the first time, I actually felt like I was a PART of the election…of the success…of the change. Truth be told, I’d never voted for a winner before. It was really moving.
I met so many people. Excited people. Elated people. I met a soldier back from four tours in Iraq who showed me his bullet wound and told me he was supporting Obama because he wants his friends to come home alive. I met people in from all over the country who came to campaign in Florida because they knew how critical a state this was.
It was awesome. The excitement in that room when the election was called…I can’t even explain it.
Unfortunately, my pictures are weak. Sorry.
The size of the room was just too much for my baby flash to take, so all I really have are dark shots of a crowd. Here they are though! Just, please humor me and picture much more light…and much, much more excitement. We were too busy to take pictures during the exciting parts, what with the jumping around and all, but you’ll just have to trust me that it was there.
Come on, January!!
Posted on 5 November '08 by colorcodedc, under The Live-In. 1 Comment.
Ok, am I the only one who thinks that Softsoap smells like crap? Back me up here?
I guess it smells clean or something, but it doesn’t smell good.
This is just a theory I’m throwing around, but I think guys like to use Softsoap because, deep down, they’re concerned about cleanliness or they’re somehow interested in creating a certain lack of bacteria in the house.
Oh, ha ha ha. I just cracked myself up.
What I REALLY think is that guys put Softsoap out because they like other people (and by “other people” I mean “women”) to think they wash their hands…and it helps that it’s basically free. I mean, they’re practically GIVING it away at Sweetbay.
Anyway, I’m generally happy that they’re giving this impression and, in the case of some outliers, are actually washing their hands.
I guess what I’m saying is that maybe I shouldn’t be so sad to see my delicious Bath & Body Works soap demoted to “not close enough to the sink to be the soap we’re going with but not far enough away to actually be considered part of the recycling bin.”
Retaliation will be mine…
I have a touch of OCD.
I know this about myself.
The WebMD site says a common symptom of OCD is the “need for order, symmetry or exactness.” Check, check, and…
…yes, check!
Ironically, I’ve moved in with a guy who has virtually no need for order in his life*. AT ALL. Imagine it….
No, sorry. I can’t either. I don’t get it.
*(Actually, I take that back. Oddly, he has the exact same love of spreadsheets that both my sister and I have. I mean, he keeps track of all the concerts he attends in an Excel spreadsheet!!! God love him. But, hang a towel back up after using it? Um, utter nonsense apparently).
It’s funny, too, because the very last thing my Mom said to me when we were saying goodbye before CK and I hit the Penske to drive down here. “Don’t drive him crazy,” she says. Good advice from the OCD creator herself!
And, I am trying. Seriously. I am. Stuff strewn about…and stuff out of place in general…just drives me absolutely CRAZY. And, I’m not even that clean a person. I’d rather do basically anything than scrub a floor or clean the shower (it’s why I need to invite guests over fairly frequently…the fear of embarrassment is about the only thing that can motivate me to break out the Scrubbing Bubbles). But, I have to have everything put away and in its right place. It’s a sickness, I know.
So, I’m working on not getting irritated by stuff that’s left out (I’m having “a sense of humor about it,” as my Mom suggested). I dutifully wander around the house and try to put away anything that’s getting under my skin (like, WHY must papers be left on the stove?? Fire hazard aside, it’s just freakin’ weird that it would be used as a storage space to begin with. And, why…WHY does the cell phone charger have to be permanently plugged into the wall with the cord dragging along on the floor right behind the chair where I sit to eat dinner so that my foot skids out from underneath me every SINGLE time I go to sit down there?!?!?!?! PLEASE ANSWER ME!!! Hoo, sorry. Holy run-on sentence, Batman).
Because I’m 100% sure the very fact that I’m putting this stuff away all the time is probably irritating the CRAP out of him (he’s got to be thinking, “Why, WHY does she have to put away my cell phone charger when I just have to get it out again in the morning to plug it into what must be the most super convenient location in the whole entire house?!? I don’t get it!”).
Like sands through the hourglass, my friends…
I just moved to Florida.
That’s not really the most important thing about me, but I’d say it’s the most significant thing that’s happened to me…possibly ever.
My boyfriend, CK, and I have been dating for about two years. Even though we’re both originally from Pittsburgh, he’s been living and working in St. Pete for more than three years. We’d known each other for years but, of course, took the most difficult route imaginable and didn’t START dating until we could do it with the longest distance possible in between us: Pittsburgh to St. Pete. We were committed enough to make it work, but we knew we couldn’t do it forever.
He owned a house. I didn’t.
He lived by the beach. I didn’t.
He’s a very persuasive salesman. I…
Well, you get the picture. Long story short…I moved.
I got here about a month ago and am still adjusting. Adjusting to the weather, to working from home, to the bugs, to the bug BITES, to the surreal feeling of living 5 minutes from a beach, to just the Florida-ness of it all. And, I’m finding myself with a bunch of free time on my hands, what with all my friends and family being more than 1,000 miles away now!
And so, Internet, I give you my blog.
