The Presidential election has finally come and gone. I can say truly that it’s a relief to have it all over with. I will admit though, that I am not pleased with America’s choice. But what can I do? I educated myself on the candidates, I chose Kerry/Edwards and I went and voted. Along with a gazillion other folks. I guess 51% of us see things differently. That was somewhat depressing. I knew it would be cut throat, but Bush won? Oh my. I am scared to see what his re-election means for America. I can tell you this much- I was watching news coverage on T.V. about the election and the news people were interviewing people in another country who also couldn’t believe the results. Some of them just expressed shock. More of them were laughing at what they deemed our ‘stupidity.’ I stand amongst those of the latter group. But alas, it’s over. Now we can all just sit down, kick back with our beverage of choice and reap what we have sewn. I’m interested to see how much shit one country can harvest in the next four years.

I weighed myself today. I could have bawled right then and there on the spot. Now mind you, I haven’t weighed myself in two weeks or so. I Haven’t wanted to become obsessed. And it actually happens to a lot of post-op patients who have had the RnY Gastric bypass surgery. Now I know why. Wanna guess how many pounds I lost? Go ahead, take a stab at it! I lost… two. Two fucking pounds. They said that after losing so much so fast, to be prepared to plateau off for awhile. And I listened, but I guess I just thought that it wouldn’t happen to me. Heh. I should have known better! But I now have the membership at Powerhouse Gym. I went Wednesday and rode the one exercise bike for 20 minutes. When I was done (finally!) I was half dead and had sea legs. And a little disappointed that I hadn’t achieved the endorphin high. In it’s place I got nothing more than a bad case of sea legs- but the highs will come in time I’m told. And I am looking forward to it- really.

I bought some more scrapping supplies this week. Shawn is really having a coronary about it all. It’s sad! The guy practically begs me to get a hobby to keep me busy, so I did. And now he tells me he’s glad I did, but can’t I pick a cheaper one? I swear- MEN! Every time I pick up new gadgets, gizmos, stickers and paper I get to listen to him whine about how expensive it is and do I really need all this stuff? Well buddy, I sure as hell didn’t work two seven day work weeks to not spend money! Get over it! LOL!

And to top it all off, I have P.M.S. twice over. Pre-Menstrual Syndrome and Putting up with men’s shit. Sucky, sucky.

Simply,

Sara