Massages, elections and roasted red peppers
No, my head hasn't exploded yet. It may still--but not from headaches. I feel like that freckled kid in the Far Side cartoon with his hand raised, saying "May I be excused, please? My brain is full."
My brain is full, my body is exhausted and I need a drink. Badly.
I opted for the massage, which was wonderful. I had a new therapist and she hit all the right spots with just the right amount of pressure. She even gave me fifteen extra minutes, because she didn't have a client after me. I think I am in love.
But I spent the entire weekend doorknocking with my husband for his campaign ( I should really wear a pedometer, to see how many kms I put in), my days at school working on our new Spec Ed documents (the "new, improved" version that takes 10 times longer than the old one), and my evenings designing campaign brochures, fielding phone calls, and strategizing. True love, indeed.
Whew!
Speaking of love; I had a grilled veggie wrap with goat cheese today that I wanted to marry and bring home with me. My co-workers were terribly amused by my rhapsodies over it, but I didn't care. There is too little in my life lately that makes me truly happy. I have already decided that the people responsible are catering our election night party.
My brain is full, my body is exhausted and I need a drink. Badly.
I opted for the massage, which was wonderful. I had a new therapist and she hit all the right spots with just the right amount of pressure. She even gave me fifteen extra minutes, because she didn't have a client after me. I think I am in love.
But I spent the entire weekend doorknocking with my husband for his campaign ( I should really wear a pedometer, to see how many kms I put in), my days at school working on our new Spec Ed documents (the "new, improved" version that takes 10 times longer than the old one), and my evenings designing campaign brochures, fielding phone calls, and strategizing. True love, indeed.
Whew!
Speaking of love; I had a grilled veggie wrap with goat cheese today that I wanted to marry and bring home with me. My co-workers were terribly amused by my rhapsodies over it, but I didn't care. There is too little in my life lately that makes me truly happy. I have already decided that the people responsible are catering our election night party.
Labels: My life in politics, Now we're cooking
posted by allison | 5:05 PM
5 Comments:
Oooh! Campaign! That sounds very excitig. :-)
What is Grant running for? My friend's sister is running for School Trustee in Guelph, but she's not in my ward, so I won't be able to vote for her.
Food is the best thing to love. You don't need to worry about it not calling. ;)
Okay, you know where I stand on good food... so you have my support in the rhapsodies.
I wish you'd come and knock on doors in my neighborhood. Grant is one candidate I'd like to see. The MI governor's race has gotten so nasty, I'd like to see both of the SOB's lose.
Perhaps the candidates should offer massages and grilled veggie wraps. Then I'd be more inclined to vote.
Oh and hey...I want to be on your "friends" list. I'm still your twinnie aren't I?
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