Just A Little Disappointed...

About the Census. I know, it's a silly thing to be "disappointed" about, right? Right? I know. Dude, I know. Here's the deal - I got our Census packet yesterday. I was really excited. It's my first Census as an adult - with my own household.

When K. and I were researching to see how closely our respective families were related before the wedding (v. important when there are enough freaky cross-overs in our families), I used Ancestry.com to track down relatives. My main sources were Census records. The records were great - more than just names, the Census tracked other information like occupation and heritage and birth place.

The form I got? It's race and name and whether I rent or own. THAT'S IT. Admittedly, my progeny will be able to find my facebook profile and twitter page to make a family tree, but c'mon Census. Where's the tradition? Where's the history?

Strobs.

It's the strangest feeling weekend, in that it doesn't feel like a weekend at all. It feels like I'm playing hooky from somewhere. And I like it.

My husband and I are heading to the beach tomorrow to soak up some sun and take advantage of the fact that we live in Florida. Well, that's what I'm telling him. It's actually because I need to lay in the sun - uninterrupted - for a while. I seriously botched some self-tanner.

Not, self-tanner per se... it was Jergens Glow Foam Moisturizer. I used it last year, and it was fine. Great even... But this time? Oh, this time, it was not like years past. It was not fine. Instead, I have strange, orangey strobs (streaky-globs). It's a disaster - and with all the fine weather we've been having in Tallahassee, emergency measures must be taken.

WHY FDA? Why did you have to take away my only other option, the tanning booth?

Back Waxing

I've never been a fan of back waxing. I think it's strange. Ridiculous, actually. Unless you have a pelt, deal with it. Why, you ask, am I talking about back waxing - a personal maintenance topic that has yet to debut on the blog?

Apparently, our governor has a problem with it. Which is interesting on so many levels - the most obvious being the well-founded rumors about our leader's sexual preference. Charlie went on FOX yesterday and made fun of his opponent for spending $135 at a barber shop.

First, the whole RPOF Amex Scandal has been overplayed. Republicans: heads up - we think you're corrupt. Now we have proof. The fact that your employees bled the coffers dry is a good thing for us -- it means we have the funds to go on the air, travel the state and ELECT GOOD LEADERS.

I just love it when they help us!

The thing about the back waxing comment - and CBL disagrees - it rubbed me the wrong way because I thought it was subtly racist. That's right, I said it: racist. Here's Charlie Crist, a wannabe George Hamilton, making fun of a hispanic man. I don't think Marco Rubio got a back wax - but I think it was inappropriate to make fun of it.

And all I can think about is that Charlie lost the vote of two-thirds of the men in South Florida. Manscaping is SERIOUS business down there.

And now for something completely different...

And because there's so much, let's go to bullets, shall we?

• I'm fat. No, no - before you start telling me that's a nasty word, I am. And it's okay. I've gone a lot overboard the last few years and I'm going to do something about it. I have a new doctor who, I am assured, is aggressive when it comes to thyroid issues. Considering mine is hovering at the 25% operational line, we're gonna get this under control. Because I am wearing this dress to one of the weddings scheduled for September. Well, maybe this dress, maybe not.
  
• I'll be blogging about losing weight. Don't hate me. This won't be a Weight Watchers blog or anything like that (unless WW wants to sponsor me: holla!). It will be about keeping me honest. Y'all hold me to it.
  
• Please disregard the look and feel of the blog. I am in the middle of a redesign and it's going to take a while to get it right... This is not it.
  
• Weddings and looking forward: I'm hopeful on the relationship stuff. Thank you for the support. I was surprised at the feedback - surprised and encouraged. Not that, like, I don't deserve it. It's just tough. People pick sides and I don't want to do that. Anyhoodle, K.'s two best friends, both of whom were in our wedding, are tying the knot in September. I am, at this moment, thinking that I will be a normal married couple by then. How's that for optimism.
• I cry while watching Grey's Anatomy. I'm embarrassed and I am seeking help. It's worse now that several seasons of Grey's are available on netflix instant. It's bad. And good. And emo.
  
• I love watching the RPOF implode. It's excellent. If I used my corporate card for personal items, I would be fired. Even if that is not the case at your office, legislators using soft money to fund their lifestyles is ridiculous. Wrong. Entitled. C'mon guys - the white landed gentry of Florida deserve better.
• I had the luck of finding a Good Samaritan today. I lost my wallet and not only was it found, but the honest woman tracked me down to return it. How did I get so lucky?
• While I was downtown today retrieving my wallet, I saw my first stripper heels of the season. Ladies - I realize you're under the age of 25 and just love strutting. I get that, we all did it at one time or another (thank goodness the style was the Roach Killer and not the stripper heel five years ago). Nonetheless, you're going to kill your feet. And - at some point - you're going to fall. The sidewalks are not your friend. Put the platform 6" heels away. It does a body good.
• And finally, Dear ABC: I hate you for sucking me in to The Bachelor. I have avoided every single episode until this season. I dislike Vienna so much. And Jake on Dancing with the Stars just doesn't fit (am secretly overjoyed to see Kate though, not gonna lie).