Politics, for the most part, confuses me. It always seems to be one lie, after half truth, after a wink and a nod. Often times, the person with the prettiest speech, or the debater with the most drama and fireworks doesn't really seem to be the best candidate, after the cameras are turned off and you have time to really think about what was said. And it's disheartening to realize how much most of them twist the truth. I think one of the candidates is a cute but crazy little Mister Magoo. Another one I just loathe. Not so much his ideas or policies, as I just don't like him. He's smug and self righteous - at least that's how he comes off to me. A third one is brilliant but scares the crap out of me.
So I think I know who I like, but now its the angst of listening to all of the pundits and critics out there, and the roller coaster of wondering who will come out the winner. It's not like me to be so involved, but I think this time we really have a lot at stake, so I'm trying to be as involved and informed as I can be. And it's driving me a little bit crazy.
My kids all got together recently with their dad in Colorado, and everyone had a great time together. My daughter Katie was able to snap a few pictures while she was there - about 500 of them, to be exact. Now, while I don't expect to see all 500 right away, I was happy when she sent me the first batch of little cousin pictures. Do you remember being a kid, and the fun of playing with your cousins? Well, this was that same joy. I hear Mia cried all the way to the airport and beyond when it was time to leave. So this is what distracts me from politics - thinking about all of these little sweethearts, and planning my next visit to see them.
Cousins in their jammies: Lexi, Mia, and Matthew
After jumping on the bed...
Can't forget about little Skylee - the happiest baby since her daddy!
Matthew, Lexi, and Skylee - the Denver cousins
And Matthew - Mr GQ himself
You may notice that Hayden was not represented in this group of pictures. I am told she was taking a nap. Heaven knows that sometimes Mommy needs a little respite from the "Girl Who Says NO" so we will all have to wait for another group of pictures to catch a glimpse of her 2 year old sassy self. I am impatient, but Katie has been down with the flu since returning to Massachusetts (damn you, airplane!), and it wouldn't be nice to badger her for more pictures, I'm thinking.
The diet is going well. The weight isn't budging much, but the diet is going well. I'm feeling a little better, which translates to the yoga isn't kicking my butt as hard as it was the first 3 weeks. I actually had a good class this morning. I felt improvement for the first time. Stronger, like I was actually getting somewhere. I held the Warrior I pose like a champ. My forward bend is as good as anyones (I can place my palms flat on the mat!) And to reward myself, I got a new yoga mat. I tend to work up a sweat in yoga. I haven't yet reached that stage of good yoga where I come out looking fresh as a daisy like on the yoga videos - or like my instructor, for that matter. I look pretty dampish and destroyed, actually. Today my bun came all undone onto my sweaty face. And to do a downward dog on a mat when your palms are sweaty - well, my friends, you just SLIDE. Comedy and danger all at once. So my new mat is sticky on the bottom so it won't slide on the floor, but the top is kind of carpet-y. And I don't slip and slide during downward dog. My arms and shoulders shake, but I do not slide. And THAT is progress. Today we meditated, and let our hands roam freely with the music. I keep my eyes closed. I do not want to see what others are doing, and I definitely don't want to see what I look like, swaying and meditating. It can't be pretty, is all I'm saying. But at least it keeps me from thinking about Republicans and the next debate.