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I'm sorry, but I think I would have 'died' laughing instead. I'm sure I would have been sent to the principal's office...and missed out on being a zombie. Really really.

I was looking on their site for something else entirely - and stumbled across that. Forgive me.

I'm sorry, but I think I would have 'died' laughing instead. I'm sure I would have been sent to the principal's office...and missed out on being a zombie. Really really.

I was looking on their site for something else entirely - and stumbled across that. Forgive me.

After I voted I walked out to the street to find my mother's friends surrouding our new friend Mike - they were laughing and having a great time. I joined them and soon learned that Mike had changed his mind in the polling booth and ended up voting for Obama. When I asked him why he changed his mind at the last minute, he explained that while he was waiting for his jacket he got into a conversation with one of the ladies who had explained how the Jewish community, and she, had worked side by side with the black community during the civil rights movements of the '60s, and that this vote was the culmination of those personal and community efforts so many years ago. That this election for her was more than just a vote ... but a chance at history.

Mike looked at me and said, "Obama's going to win, and I didn't want to tell my grandchildren some day that I had an opportunity to vote for the first black president, but I missed my chance at history and voted for the other guy."

Go ahead. Be shameless and take your part in making history.

(The blog ain't half bad either. Tip of the hat to joseph_palmer for the referral.)

It's time for a vent - and frankly, that's all this is.

Remember last year, remember Thanksgiving with the 20 people in MAH HOUSE?

It appears that was too many people. Not for me, mind. In my mind, if I could seat them - AND I DID - I could do it that big.

I did not buffet line folks out into lawn chairs. I did not put them on paper plates and sit them on the couch.

But I had too many people. And now, younger brother (who, really has other reasons for not wanting to do it at my house) complains. And my mother, is gently suggesting I do Thankgiving for 'my friends' on another day.

I told her I need to win the lottery and make the house bigger. She laughed.

I guess my tribe - and that just may be the way my mind works - has more than blood relatives in it. And anyone who comes into my house - is one of mine. Maybe there's more to this 'bird' thing of mine - I'm not much of a cat, y'see. More of a bird - and perhaps when it comes to Mine, far more of a raptor-bird than anything else. (There are days I feel more sparrow-ish, all sound and fury and completely background noise.)

But that stung a bit. I had worked pretty hard to pull it all off last year - yes, everyone was seated at a place setting with the Good Stuff, all that. And I had done it with just Jim and some very directed task help.

Same quandrant, different issue - there was a football game grand-nephew was playing on a Saturday morning - frankly, the only game on the schedule we could make, the rest are at 2:00 in the afternoon, no chance in hell - and guess what.

Older brother is coming down to surprise him. This is the one who isn't talking to me, remember? Good thing Mom took me aside and warned me - because when younger talked to older about it, the consensus was? Not a good idea to show up.

I was the Good Sibling and acknowledged what an effort Older brother is making to do this (and it is, make no mistake about it) - and I'm going to go see betnoir for a good Halloween party instead.

It's stinging a bit.

Thankgiving is going to be spent on the road - I hope dinner is edible, but we're bringing two side dishes and the bread, so it can't be all bad - and while I'm talking to Mom about stuff the weekend after?

Mom won't see my house this year, unless something changes in that direction.

I'm going to go Priceline something for Thanksgiving night out there. I've had it. I'm going to have *something* that isn't a chore or a bone tossed to me after the fact.

Family. *grump* I spent last night dreaming of having nothing but work while I could hear people socializing in groups just out of my hearing. It doesn't take an expert to know what that represents. I remember most vividly falling asleep, wrapped in my knitting project because it was the only warm thing around.

Vent over. Big girl panties on, back to work.

It's time for a vent - and frankly, that's all this is.

Remember last year, remember Thanksgiving with the 20 people in MAH HOUSE?

It appears that was too many people. Not for me, mind. In my mind, if I could seat them - AND I DID - I could do it that big.

I did not buffet line folks out into lawn chairs. I did not put them on paper plates and sit them on the couch.

But I had too many people. And now, younger brother (who, really has other reasons for not wanting to do it at my house) complains. And my mother, is gently suggesting I do Thankgiving for 'my friends' on another day.

I told her I need to win the lottery and make the house bigger. She laughed.

I guess my tribe - and that just may be the way my mind works - has more than blood relatives in it. And anyone who comes into my house - is one of mine. Maybe there's more to this 'bird' thing of mine - I'm not much of a cat, y'see. More of a bird - and perhaps when it comes to Mine, far more of a raptor-bird than anything else. (There are days I feel more sparrow-ish, all sound and fury and completely background noise.)

But that stung a bit. I had worked pretty hard to pull it all off last year - yes, everyone was seated at a place setting with the Good Stuff, all that. And I had done it with just Jim and some very directed task help.

Same quandrant, different issue - there was a football game grand-nephew was playing on a Saturday morning - frankly, the only game on the schedule we could make, the rest are at 2:00 in the afternoon, no chance in hell - and guess what.

Older brother is coming down to surprise him. This is the one who isn't talking to me, remember? Good thing Mom took me aside and warned me - because when younger talked to older about it, the consensus was? Not a good idea to show up.

I was the Good Sibling and acknowledged what an effort Older brother is making to do this (and it is, make no mistake about it) - and I'm going to go see betnoir for a good Halloween party instead.

It's stinging a bit.

Thankgiving is going to be spent on the road - I hope dinner is edible, but we're bringing two side dishes and the bread, so it can't be all bad - and while I'm talking to Mom about stuff the weekend after?

Mom won't see my house this year, unless something changes in that direction.

I'm going to go Priceline something for Thanksgiving night out there. I've had it. I'm going to have *something* that isn't a chore or a bone tossed to me after the fact.

Family. *grump* I spent last night dreaming of having nothing but work while I could hear people socializing in groups just out of my hearing. It doesn't take an expert to know what that represents. I remember most vividly falling asleep, wrapped in my knitting project because it was the only warm thing around.

Vent over. Big girl panties on, back to work.

State and local investigators allege that Mark Jacoby fraudulently registered himself to vote at a childhood California address where he no longer lives so he would appear to meet the legal requirement that all signature gatherers be eligible to vote in California. His firm, Young Political Majors, or YPM, collects petition signatures and registers voters in California and other states.

...

The firm was paid $7 to $12 for every Californian it registered as a member of the GOP.

Oh, I am so glad I moved to Torrance. Why yes - yes I DID live in Ontario for fifteen years. And no - I am not at all surprised by this. I am surprised they arrested him. Period.

Folks, we recalled our governor because someone had the money to pay people to get the signatures. Period, full stop. It's been tried since, and well - nobody got anywhere. Go figure.

Yeah, go ahead and claim voter fraud. Those who smelt it, dealt it.