As Brandon would say, this is one of the “easier ones.”  It didn’t take too much effort on my part, but, it’s not something that I’ve ever done, and wouldn’t have done if I hadn’t put it on this list.  It’s not that I don’t think voting is useful, but I have never found a reason to vote in a non-presidential election year. On the Preble ballot this year, there was only 4 different categories to actually vote for.  And honestly, is that really worth my time?

But, it really is.  And as we so quickly realized as I was laying in bed with a pounding headache insisting that I could wait until another time to get this task done, if I didn’t do it on election day this year, I would have missed the boat. Brandon graciously pointed out that would mean I failed.  Thanks Husband.

So, I voted.

 

It was the first time I had been in the Preble Fire Hall because the last time I voted we lived in Binghamton.  I voted for county legislator, town justice, town council, and town highway superintendent.  As Brandon expressed his admiration for me finally voting, I rolled my eyes and though to myself, I should be doing this every year.  I will from now on.

I feel like the roaming gnome.

I had to include this picture because my kid is cute.

I’m getting these tasks done quickly!  Then again, it seems like I’m getting the easy ones done first.  Slacker.

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On the scale of listening to a lecture on fungi to attending a screamo concert, the excitement of this achievement ranks around, well ….. around cleaning out clutter.

My desk has been a mess for years.  This mess has moved from house to house with me.  Each time I moved the entire drawer was pulled out and nothing in them touched because of the level of disaster they were.  I acquired this desk about 9 years ago and with the exception of having a drawer full of Invisalign retainers that are no longer there, it’s been pretty much the same these 9 years.  To prove just how bad it was, I honestly didn’t know what was in most of the drawers.  The contents were never used.  They looked like this:

(yes, that’s a baby mozart c.d. right there on top, and considering Erik is almost 5….)

So really, who knew what was in the bottom of those things.  And my dear husband’s desk, with no drawers, looked like this:

Yea, my laptop was buried on Brandon’s desk because mine was just so bad.  Because apparently I think buried is better than having to sit at my bomb of a desk.

Now, we all know Patti is anti clutter.  We all know Patti is pretty much a neat freak and walks around after her family cleaning pretty much her entire day.  You can always tell when Patti doesn’t feel good (why the third person??) because the house is inevitably messy.

So I think that living in this miniature house has prohibited my need for empty drawers and no clutter.  I’m starting to feel bad about throwing things away.  We have almost nothing left in this house!  But…this is why cleaning out my desk was on this list.  It had to happen.  So I went to Wal-Mart (gack!) and purchased this:

Amazing concept right?

Now, who ever thought cleaning out a desk would be such a stressful process?  Well, if you didn’t think it would, think again, because it was.  Brandon and I kept snipping at each other and he got up and left a few times. It’s quite funny to think about it now.  Funny now, not then.

Well we persevered and I accomplished my goal after many hours and a almost an entire weekend day used.  It was worth it, because now my life is a little bit less stressful and cluttered.  And, viola, I have a place to do my work.  Such a concept.

And I even cleaned husband’s desk while I was at it.

My sanity surrounding my desk and working at it has been restored.  And it’ll be a great thing to leave behind in this house when we leave since it is pretty beat up and I need a new one, anyway.

Or shall I say it’s now become a perfect place to fix wheels on tech decks….

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I know I already said something about some of these things already coming to fruition, because they kind of had, just not completely.  Since that’s utterly confusing, let me explain myself here.

As most everyone knows Brandon and I got married on leap day.  So this coming February we will be having our 1st anniversary, even though we’ve been married for 4 years.  We decided when we first got married that every time we had an actual anniversary we would do something big.  Since this is our first, big we definitely did.

We are going to London.  And I didn’t even have a passport.

But, it came in the mail yesterday.

How cool am I?  I actually have a passport!!!  And this greets me on the fridge every time I open it to remind me how lucky we are that we finally get to live out one of our dreams of traveling.

And you know honestly, our marriage should be celebrated.  It’s not perfect, but darn it, it’s perfect for us.  We’ve been so lucky and blessed to have such a successful marriage and little family (with the exception of discipline issues with Erik and the animals…we are still working there).  I can’t think of something more worthy of celebrating than this, so a happy girl I am.

…and yes I know it’s a horrible picture of me and an even worser picture on my passport.  You’re not allowed to smile!

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Sadly, this isn’t a fun 30 before 30 post (although I have gotten one done, just not the time to take pictures and actually put a post up).

I mentioned rather cryptically in a previous post about an I.V. that I had recently. I ended up in the hospital the Thursday before last because of problems with my uterus. Today, I had a kick ass surgery to remove a polyp from said uterus. And now, I feel totally kick ass since I am completely nauseous and in pain.

This is the first time all day that I’ve been able to look at anything for an extended period of time without wanting to spew vomit from my head. The only reason I can now is because of the nice anti nausea medications that I have. Even with those I still feel quite horrible. I had visions of having my surgery and recovering peacefully in my bed while reading or watching t.v. Well, that didn’t happen as I couldn’t even deal with any sound. So, up until right now I’ve been laying in silence with my eyes closed. For hours on end. It’s the only thing that didn’t make me feel worse. So yeah, I’ve had better days.

The light at the end of the tunnel for me has been my family. My husband, well, he’s the bomb when it comes to husbands. He has waited on me hand and foot and has been extremely thoughtful in the process. My aunt came to the surgery with us in case we needed anything and stayed through the afternoon. Just having her there knowing that she was there because she cared and loved me healed me more than any medication could. My cousin Suzanne has been there every step of the way with me offering unending advice and guidance. She checked on me numerous times throughout the procedure and let the Dr.’s know that I was her cousin so they better treat me well (and treat me well they did – how I love my Dr.). I swear I would be lost without her, and am so utterly grateful that she finished her Nurse Practitioner degree and now gets to work at such an awesome place. My light at the end of the tunnel.

I am going back to my horizontal plane to close my eyes and drift off. Much love.

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