I love my President. I love fact checking. I love Obamacare. Last night’s debate was a bit boring, but that zinger was great, and I think this makes it 2-1 BO. I am sitting at the edge of my seat these next two weeks, and will probably hop up on my soap box a few more times, so stick with me, if you can.
1. Fall is finally cooling down (although now that I say that, I bet it’ll get to be 90 again…)
2. This is my mug until November 6 (and for the next four years.)
3. Early Halloween Costumes.
4. Weekend adventuring, fabric stores, new plates for GMS, my first trip to the Getty Villa, birthday parties and early Halloween parties, soccer practice in the rain, dying hair, beers and pink lipstick and binoculars and SNL and the promise of a lovely week ahead.
5. This mash-up from Pitch Perfect.
I’ve kept quiet this election cycle much more than I did in 2008. I suspect this is because I have been busy in my personal life, in my blogging life over at GMS, and in my work life. But I have to take a moment to talk about last night’s debate, because these issues affect everyone.
I am voting for Barack Obama, and I am guessing this is no surprise to any of you. But I am not merely supporting the President for re-election because I support him fiercely (which I do) but because I am afraid of what a world would look like if Romney wins.
When this election cycle started, no one knew that it was going to be the election that was about not rolling back women’s rights, but that’s what it’s become. Romney and Ryan’s plans to limit my access to contraceptives, abortion (should I God forbid ever need it,) and general family planning is horrifying, and unacceptable.
In addition, I believe that we should take assault weapons off the streets. And the fact that Romney made a question about gun control about making sure that families have two parents (married, off course, a subtle nod that gay parents won’t cut it) was horrific. Or is there a study I missed pointing to single parents as the parents of most murders?
If I hear Romney refer to middle class as “middle-income” one more, I swear, I’m going to lose it. Because, in case you didn’t hear it, Romney defines middle-income as people who are making $250,000 a year – not actually the middle class OR middle-income in this country (which is, in fact, $50,000.)
And, by the way, they are illegal immigrants, not “illegals.”
My sorella wrote a lot about this today, so I’ll let her post speak to more points that asserted my belief in Barack. I believe in everything she said, luckily, and she beat me to the punch today, plus you guys probably read her blog, too, right?
I started my 10K training yesterday. I hadn’t run since the 5K race, taking a month off to catch up on things and pursue other exercise options (read: yoga and Wii fit.)
I have learned if I don’t have a training schedule, I will not run just to run. And so, I will train for something. I love structure, and planning, and organization, and a goal, so for me, this is perfect.
For those of you who know me, you know I have several reoccurring dreams: the one when I realize it’s three weeks into the semester and I’ve gone to no classes, the one where I have to retake high school math even though I have a college degree, the one where I am at the final soccer game of the season and realize I’ve forgotten my shin guards…but the one I have most is the one where I am running, my lungs do not hurt, I am running fast and free and far, and I am happy.
I’ve always wanted to have that dream, to be that dream. I thought it not possible, but I proved myself wrong by running two 5Ks. And now, I want to prove myself wrong by running a 10K. And maybe, someday, more. I realize in order to make this dream come true, I must baby step up to the plate. It won’t be easy, it won’t happen overnight, but it is absolutely achievable, and that’s what matters.
My sister posted this video on the book today (below), and I thought it was accurate to the way a lot of people feel about health; they’ve given up, accepted status quo, let their current health state define who they are. But that’s not right, that’s not how it should be. You must define your own path. You must believe in yourself. You must push yourself to be the best you you can be.
As Sara Bareilles says, “Compare who you are to where you want to be and you’ll get nowhere.”
In anticipation of our Train concert this weekend, I made Ana a mixed tape/cd/playlist of my favorite (and some of the singles) of Train’s career.
I started listening to Train circa 1998, which is when their first CD came out. They helped me through times good, and bad, and I have a soft spot for Drops of Jupiter, but equally love I Got You and Free.
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