Beggars

It seems like lately that there are a shitload of baby contests, and my Facebook feed is filling up with "please vote for my child" in 987 different contests.  Guess what?  I have an absolutely adorable child.  Truly, ask anyone.  But I don't enter her into those friggin' contests because I don't want to be annoying asking for votes.  Gahhhhhhhh. 

The other thing is asking for prayers.  Now I am happy to pray for those that really need it, but then it's all like 'uh, ya know, I stubbed my toe today please pray for me.'  Shut.the.fuck.up.  SERIOUSLY.  Some things I think you and God can handle, no?  A little perspective:  my stepmom has been seriously ill for the last six years.  All sorts of neuropathy, unexplained infections, heart episodes fluid retention, etc, myelin and axonal depletion, a pain management plan that cannot go any higher because it could kill her, and more hospital stays than your family has fingers and toes.  Well, then this week she gets hit with the finding of a mass on her lung.  Why her, right?  On top of everything else.  And while she never asks for anything, she did ask for prayers.  Because it's a big deal.  A big damn deal.  I'll certainly send up a few.  So should you. 

Whew.  Okay.  Now I feel better.  I probably look like an asshole, but I'm pretty used to that. 

It's been a day.  We registered to vote at the Republican HQ in town.  That felt wrong.  I don't think it would have been any better at the Democratic HQ.  I don't have a whole lot of faith in either party.  Then after that we spent half an hour picking up a Rx of mine from CVS following the placement of my foot in someone's ass yesterday.  In a week's time they couldn't get my Rx transferred from GA, but after a brief "chit chat" on the phone yesterday afternoon, I have my meds here with me at the house today.  Funny how that works.  I'm pretty pleased with our civilian insurance too...90 day supply of BCP for only $14.  Right on. 

Now I'm sitting here trying to figure out what to have for dinner (well not really working on that) while I listen to Maddie not nap back in her crib.  She's only 14 months old and technically not really even that.  I thought we'd have a little longer before she dropped her second nap.  I'm terrified.  And people with babies the same age as Maddie are already pregnant with their next kids.  Whoa.  I couldn't do it.  I mean I guess I'd have to if there were an accident.  But....the thought of a little baby along with mighty Maddie right now...even more terrifying.  Y'all, pray that my BCP keeps working.  ;-)  SeewutIdidthar?

I'm still exercising.  Over the weekend I did a max run just to see.  It looks like I'm pretty well done after about 2.5 miles.  I'm surprised I made it that far because I REALLY wanted to quit.  My first run after that big one was yesterday, and it sucked.  I made it about 1.5 miles in 18 minutes.  The sun was just damn beating down on me, no shade, and my legs felt like bricks going up and down the many hills.  No bueno.  Today I did a little cardio sculpt video with weights (trying to incorporate more strength training), and it was okay.  That makes tomorrow another run day, so we'll see what happens. 

Boom.