Now I'm getting political on your a$$

A summer full of a retarded schedule must equal to no blogging. I was about to write that I was unsure of why, but I think I know. For some reason, I have been in this weird depressed state over the summer, and I am trying to work through it. I think I wanted to work through it alone, and it has been working. Here's to progress.

So, I have some comments for the summer. First, I have decided that I need a May break, and an August break. I am exhausted, and school starts next week. The one good thing about it is that a) That means my fitness schedule increases so I can quit the crappy job I had and b) I will be on more of a set schedule so *maybe* I won't be so damn tired all the time? We'll see. I also backed off on some of my teaching, so I will be teaching about 15 hours per week instead of 20. I think that will help.

This semester will be really busy, but I am taking a lot of classes I am excited about, particularly biomechanics, the physiology of exercise, and Spanish. I hope that my reduced teaching schedule will leave more room for studying. We'll see how that pans out, since I'm such a lazy little bitch. ;)

My Olympic feevah is slowly subsiding. I want to keep Shawn Johnson in my pocket and let her out when I'm sad. Flip, Shawn! Flip! That would make me very happy. At the end of the day, it would be great to have her in the house, you know? You come home from a hard day's work, and she's there to flip and jump and twirl...anyway, enought about gymnastics. I would also like to marry Aaron Piersol. Backstroke to me, baby! So ladies, you can have Michael Phelps. I will take the backstroker any day.

Um, hi, Aaron. Um...are you wearing any pants? Well, they're really not necessary perse, I'm just asking:


But for real, I have promised myself that I will keep my options open with dating, and will try to not be such a scaredy cat. Ever since a BAD, BAD breakup last summer, I've been pretty closed off to opportunities and have exclusively tried to date guys that live out of town. I just need to get over it and be happy with me, and what I might find right in my own back yard. (But Aaron Piersol is a dandy alternative...even if it is a fantasy!)

Finally, to the theme of this post. I have finally gotten involved in politics a bit. For the first time in my life, I voted in the primary election. Even though my pick was not the ultimate winner (Hillary), I am still pleased with the result. Honestly, I was torn between the two, and my ultimate choice came down to health care. It seemed to me that Hillary's plan had a better chance of actual action compared to Barack's, but I am still hopeful for change. During my adult life, I have spent the majority of it uninsured, yet gainfully employed. I am tired of working my butt off while the unemployed individuals get coverage, and I don't get coverage because I'm not "poor enough".

I am also extremely frustrated with John McCain's choice of VP. Actually, I'm less frustrated and more annoyed and offended than anything. To me, it's like saying, "Hey ladies, you didn't get Hillary. Of course you were just voting for her because she's got a vagina, so here's a vagina for you to vote for. You don't really care about the politics anyway, now do you? Get back in the kitchen, and vote for your fellow woman come November." So, yeah, that was a little sarcastic, but really? Oooh, she's breaking the glass ceiling, but watch out. She will take away all of your rights of choice while she's at it. She will get all the glory, and if she has her way, your sisters, nieces, mothers, aunts, grandmothers, and every other woman that might be affected by a violent sexual crime will not have a choice if they happen to conceive. That's right I said it. Let's set aside general choice. Let's talk about instances of rape, incest and endangerment to the mother and/or fetus. If Sarah Pallin has her way, women in America will not have a choice in those situations. That is not okay with me, nor is is okay with anyone I know.

This woman removes choice from the equation, and refuses to acknowledge extreme circumstances:


Do you agree? Disagree? I promise to not be a sarcastic bitch if we talk about it.

I'd better run. Before I offend anyone else. Honestly, though, I have been keeping up with just about everyone this summer. Eliza, congrats on baby Weston! Jackie, congrats on the house! Katie, I can't believe your little man is walking! Post a video already! Mel, congrats on hanging with Neil Diamond (well, almost--he looked just like him anyway)! And April, your kids are just adorable.

We'll see if I can keep this up. I've got no guarantee for ya.