Vote or STFU

No more sleeping pills for me.

I have been bowing down to the pharmecutical gods here and there in the form of a sleeping pill every so often. It reminds me of that scene in Weeds where Celia's yuppy attorney husband looks over at her while they're getting ready for bed and says, "I need extra good sleep tonight. Should I take 2 Ambien?" She then proceeds to crush 2 more up and put into his water. When he passes out, she shaves his head for screwing his tennis pro.

I'm not screwing the tennis pro, but I'm starting to have incredibly vivid dreams that involve plane crashes and future children. Perhaps some bedtime tea will suffice.

Ross and I had our 2 year anniversary this weekend. 2 years! That's as long as some high school relationships (considering I had no relationships in high school, this is big). We went to Idaho Springs to have Beau Jo's. For those not familiar, they make these pizzas with thick, doughy crusts and super fresh ingredients. I was reminded how quickly ski season is approaching.... It was already packed with the diehards who will risk death by skiing in awful condtions just so they can say, "I went skiing this weekend". Did you know that only 10% of children who grow up in denver will EVER ski? It's 20% everywhere else in the state. That's how expensive it is. Something that accounts for the biggest chunk of our revenue (tourism) is a sport most children who are actually natives can't even enjoy. Yes, I know. Your heart bleeds with sympathy for these children who will never destined for ski snobbery.

Anyway, we then headed to the outlet stores at Colorado Mills (Erin, you have GOT to go there. It is now my favorite place... in the world). I got a pair of skinny Gap jeans for $12.50. If I play my cards right, I will be just fat enough to not be able to button them by Thanksgiving. All in all, it was a great day. Papa Bear, thank you SO MUCH for my ring and it has been a fabulous 2 years. Actually, thank you for making PMS chocolate craving runs to the store at 10 pm and tickling my back to help me fall asleep and putting up with my attitude when I quit smoking and just being the great man that you are.

SO.

I've decided that I in fact need some superficial motivation to stay at my desired weight. Yes, I will do my post Christmas juice fast and will keep pushing towards running goals. But at the same time, it was a hell of a lot easier when I was working towards going to the beach and running around in a two piece. Hopefully, the "skinny" jeans will serve the same purpose. Yes, I know that 140 is perfectly acceptable and yada yada yada, but I have to refer back to the extra cheese pizza theory. It just doesn't feel good.

Time to get back to running today. I've gotten into the habit of not working out on Mondays so now I'm down to only 4 days a week of working out (not including weekend activites). Not good. 4 days turns into 3 and so on and so forth and we are back to double digit pant sizes and a bloated face.

PS: It's Election Day. If you didn't vote, I do not want to hear your opinions on gay marriage or domestic partnerships or those damn illegals or how marijuna (said like "Mari-jew-wanna") is the curse of the devil you lazy bum, you.

By the way.

I'm against the gay marriage ban.

I'm for domestic partnerships.

I believe in fines for businesses that intentionally hire illegal immigrants (and no, that does not mean I think we should round 'em up and ship 'em off)

I believe that less than ounce of marijuana in your possession should not be a punishable offense.

I believe that the minnimum wage should be raised.

I believe that at least 65% of classroom expenditures should go towards classroom instruction.