Bad girls, bad girls...whatcha gonna do?

A sign of aging?

Last year about this time, I admitted to myself that yes...my eyesight was no longer 20/20 and there was a possibility that I needed to wear corrective eyewear. So I headed in for a vision exam and sure enough, I needed glasses. The eye doctor discouraged me from wearing contacts saying that because I have very sensitive eyes (those of you who know me at all...know the truth of that statement!) He told me that because I also had astigmatism, that would be harder than normal to wear contacts. He told me that it would be wise for me to wear my glasses at all times, but technically I didn't need them to drive, yet. So I picked out some frames that I liked and was on my way.

To be truthful, I liked the frames I picked out. I think they are fashionable and I look very smart and fabulous in my frames. But I have to admit...this wearing glasses thing is not very convenient. I often take them off because I think I am wearing sunglasses. Or sometimes I have this feeling when I am wearing them that I am in cognito or something, like I'm in disguise or others can't see me. (Is that normal for new glasses wearers?) And I also do not wear them all the time. I wear them more as an accessory and it depends on how well they "go" with my outfit as to whether or not I wear them. Sounds frivilous, I know, but it is true.

The past couple of weeks, I have been getting these horrendous headaches. I decided that either my vision had worsened and was creating the headaches or I had a brain tumor. Before I ran in for an MRI, I decided to try the vision route. Maybe it was time to try contacts. The whole putting your finger in your eye thing has always freaked me right out, but at least I wouldn't have to worry about accessorizing. Saturday I got my contacts. It took me no less than 30 minutes to get them in the first time, but I have to say...Wow! What a difference good eyesight makes. Objects are sharper and clearer...colors are brighter and more intense...I can actually read road signs from a fair distance...and I'm improving so that it now only takes me about 15 minutes to get the contacts in. Morale of the story is....life is so much better when it is in focus!!

President Elect Barack Obama

"It was the best of times...it was the worst of times". Last night when I got home from working my polling location I sat down with my diet coke to watch the election coverage. All the girls were still up and begged to watch until they had hopefully announced a president. Each of them has taken interest in this election and we have had many dinnertable discussions about politics and presidents.

I am hopeful about the possibilities President Obama has to offer our country. I am hopeful about both domestic and foreign policy changes. I believe he can unify and lead and I am grateful that my girls are growing up in an America that has elected a black man as President. Next stop: a woman president!

I want my extra hour of sleep!

When I was young, I loved the Fall. I loved the crisp chill in the air, the falling leaves, and I loved going off of daylight savings and getting an extra hour of sleep. That extra hour of sleep thing went by the wayside in 1999 for me...the year Kellie was born into our family.
I should have known when she was born first thing in the morning that she would be a morning person. Now when I say "morning person" I'm talking really early in the morning person. I don't know what it is about the Fall, but starting mid-September, she kicks it up a notch. While she generally gets up around 5:30-6:00a.m. she suddenly starts getting up around 4:30-4:45 in the morning. Why does she do this?
So when daylight saving comes rolling around and we set our clocks back this now means she is getting up at 3:30-3:45am. It's ridiculous! I have tried to keep her up late...like ten. (It just makes her extra ornery the next day.) I have even resorted to some Benadryl prior to bedtime. It doesn't seem to matter. It takes about two months and she adjusts and goes back to her normal early rising. I'm telling you...it just about kills me! She is pretty good as she has gotten older to entertain herself, play the computer, watch tv, do crafts. She has been known to have showered, eaten, played computer games, gotten herself ready for school and made a craft for her teacher and friends in the class prior to the rest of us getting up at 7am. When she was 6, she asked me if I knew any farmers. I told her I did not. She said "if you meet any farmers, let them know I am available...I could probably help them milk cows and do farm chores in the morning." So if you happen to know of any farmers in need of help from an active 9 year old...let me know. Otherwise, I will struggle through these two months of adjustments. Who said early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise?