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Too close to call
Nov. 2nd, 2004 07:59 pmIt's absolutely crazy, but here I am on November 2, second-guessing myself on Nanowrimo. I'm trying to convince myself that it's not too late, I could get started today.. I mean, they said no plot no problem...Argh. Seriously, I know better. I'd probablyl be quite unhappy if I tried to do it this year, but it sure was fun. After it was over. That probably means that I should start working on a darned book without trying to finish it in one month. I ruined last year's book by writing it too fast, so I should probably realize that if I did it again, the same thing would probably happen.
It doesn't make it any easier that I just had an idea that I'm really excited about.
But no, I'm going to focus on other things instead. Like getting reacquainted with my exercise bike.. we had a little chat this afternoon, but the question is just if I can continue having these meetings or not. I played with Illustrator long enough to come up with a page full of decorated stars, which I cut out and laminated--yes, I'm a dork--in order to implement some sort of system. The idea is that we get one star for every work-out in any given week. (The goal, to begin with, is just three stars.) Sounds like something you would come up with to get children to behave, doesn't it? A similar plan--stickers--worked for M when he quit smoking, so I figure that there's a chance it will work for us. M wanted to know what happened if we didn't have those three stars at the end of the week. I'm still adjusting to the idea of working out again, though. I don't think I'm ready to introduce punishment into the mix.
M picked me up when he got home from work and took me to vote. This is the first time I've voted here, of course, and although I knew where I needed to go, I didn't know exactly where it was. I was supposed to vote at Bellepoint Baptist Church. We had a bit of a laugh as we slowed down in front of the first church we came to--it was indeed called Bellepoint, but the lights were off and no cars were outside. We figured out pretty quick that it was just the wrong church.. Bellepoint Community instead of Bellepoint Baptist, but.. you know. With all the shenanigans happening this year (correction.. publicized this year) we were jokingly wondering if perhaps we had been sent the registration card by one of those vigilante groups. But things progressed fairly smoothly. It was badly managed, but without incident.. There was no connection between the two women manning the single voting machine and the man with the book. M stood in line with me, and he could definitely have voted if it hadn't been unethical. They simply weren't paying attention. I've been saying that it was very important that I vote; I vote for two since M can't. It's actually not, regardless of what people have been telling me today. Just as expected, Bush is winning Kentucky bigtime, for generally, Kentuckians care not about the rights of women or the rights to have the freedom of speech that everyone is so proud of--Kentucky cares about God and guns. Please don't take that the wrong way--I also care about God. I just don't want my esteemed leader--the one who admitted to using cocaine and having multiple DUIs--to hear His voice in his head.
I guess we're heading downstairs in a few minutes to watch bits and pieces of the democratic process unfolding (and also, Lewis Black on Comedy Central). This election night makes me remember the last one, which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. M had been here less than two weeks.. we weren't married yet, or living together either. There were a lot of big plans and preparations going on, and we spent most evenings at the trailer, cleaning and fixing things up. The previous renters had left a television, and we already had the couch that my parents bought for us. Neither of us really liked politics, but we somehow got caught up in the whole experience. (Probably helped that we were rooting for the same guy... you know, the one that won but isn't president.) It was such a nice, cozy night--the first one we really spent together like it was actually our home. And more than that, it was when we both began enjoying observing the political process. (Enjoy is really not a good word here since we typically are complaining more than anything, but you know what I mean.) I hope that this year's results aren't a repeat of that time, but other than that, I'm expecting a nice, quiet night with my most favorite boy in the whole world, just like last time.
It doesn't make it any easier that I just had an idea that I'm really excited about.
But no, I'm going to focus on other things instead. Like getting reacquainted with my exercise bike.. we had a little chat this afternoon, but the question is just if I can continue having these meetings or not. I played with Illustrator long enough to come up with a page full of decorated stars, which I cut out and laminated--yes, I'm a dork--in order to implement some sort of system. The idea is that we get one star for every work-out in any given week. (The goal, to begin with, is just three stars.) Sounds like something you would come up with to get children to behave, doesn't it? A similar plan--stickers--worked for M when he quit smoking, so I figure that there's a chance it will work for us. M wanted to know what happened if we didn't have those three stars at the end of the week. I'm still adjusting to the idea of working out again, though. I don't think I'm ready to introduce punishment into the mix.
M picked me up when he got home from work and took me to vote. This is the first time I've voted here, of course, and although I knew where I needed to go, I didn't know exactly where it was. I was supposed to vote at Bellepoint Baptist Church. We had a bit of a laugh as we slowed down in front of the first church we came to--it was indeed called Bellepoint, but the lights were off and no cars were outside. We figured out pretty quick that it was just the wrong church.. Bellepoint Community instead of Bellepoint Baptist, but.. you know. With all the shenanigans happening this year (correction.. publicized this year) we were jokingly wondering if perhaps we had been sent the registration card by one of those vigilante groups. But things progressed fairly smoothly. It was badly managed, but without incident.. There was no connection between the two women manning the single voting machine and the man with the book. M stood in line with me, and he could definitely have voted if it hadn't been unethical. They simply weren't paying attention. I've been saying that it was very important that I vote; I vote for two since M can't. It's actually not, regardless of what people have been telling me today. Just as expected, Bush is winning Kentucky bigtime, for generally, Kentuckians care not about the rights of women or the rights to have the freedom of speech that everyone is so proud of--Kentucky cares about God and guns. Please don't take that the wrong way--I also care about God. I just don't want my esteemed leader--the one who admitted to using cocaine and having multiple DUIs--to hear His voice in his head.
I guess we're heading downstairs in a few minutes to watch bits and pieces of the democratic process unfolding (and also, Lewis Black on Comedy Central). This election night makes me remember the last one, which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. M had been here less than two weeks.. we weren't married yet, or living together either. There were a lot of big plans and preparations going on, and we spent most evenings at the trailer, cleaning and fixing things up. The previous renters had left a television, and we already had the couch that my parents bought for us. Neither of us really liked politics, but we somehow got caught up in the whole experience. (Probably helped that we were rooting for the same guy... you know, the one that won but isn't president.) It was such a nice, cozy night--the first one we really spent together like it was actually our home. And more than that, it was when we both began enjoying observing the political process. (Enjoy is really not a good word here since we typically are complaining more than anything, but you know what I mean.) I hope that this year's results aren't a repeat of that time, but other than that, I'm expecting a nice, quiet night with my most favorite boy in the whole world, just like last time.
