Yes, that is me, a slacker. Seriously. Since I am barely holding myself and kids together, writing on here seems to be the thing that is hardest hit.
But some updates: Will made it safely to Iraq. This sounds silly. But hopefully he will remain safely on the base until he gets to come home.
My stupid brother is planning on REjoining the army. (He got out in February of last year, after two tours of duty in Iraq.) I don't know if that is common knowledge. I mean, he just got married and I thought we would get to spend some serious time with him. He plans to reup in in January. He told us all that at Will's farewell it took everything in him to now attach himself somehow to Will's backpack and join in. He was so jealous of them in their uniforms. I know he liked the structure of the Army, and his wife was Army, too and knows what to expect. I know they will be happy. I just need to make myself happy for them.
I voted already- sent in my ballot and I am sick to death of hearing about the candidates as well as the other items on the ballot. Why can't I just make that all stop. I have to remind myself- only two weeks until election day, and all these negative ads (Democrats seems to be winning in the crappy negative ads in Arizona. All I know about Sydney Hay is that she is a "corporate lobbyist" acording to the DCCC.)
About a month ago I started a 365 blog, "Take a picture a day for a year." I have not yet missed a day. And already I find myself enjoying the camera Will bought in July more. I carry it every where and have taken some great pictures, like this one and these weren't from that camera, but check out Hairball playing her trumpet! Go Hairball! So if you haven't checked that out, well, I have posted there more than here lately.
Friday night was spent at my old high school's homecoming. Now before you judge me as a total loser, um, well just know that I already KNEW I was a loser. Ok? I had a great time, smelling the smells of high school football. Taking in the sounds and feels and just totally reminiscing about my glory days. I loved it. But then again, I try to make it to homecoming every year. I am like that, I wear my dork patch clearly on my sleeve.
I also went and had my hair professionally dyed. Then I went home and added my lovely ultra violet manic panic strip to it. I think this is what Dooce would call septic tank poopy red the striped version. Luckily I like to go red once in awhile. Although I had fears of being Halloween head, when the hairdresser was trimming my bangs and it totally looked orange and black. I let out a big sigh of relief when it came out looking a lot less clownish. Then again, I can pull off clown, really I can.