I spent a part of yesterday getting together z and i's required voting stuff. this is his first election and i don't want anything going wrong at the poll. instead of early voting, i want him to walk into the voting booth for his first time to cast his vote.

i have a fear that because his address on his florida id doesn't match his voting registration card that they will give him a hassle. so i have dug up the post office change of address form and a bank statement with his new address, just in case.

i have already instructed him in the reported pit falls...don't vote straight ticket, choose every option separately, check over your ballot before hitting that "green button"

while he says he won't allow me, believe me i will be taking a shot marking his first voting experience...even if it is him standing next to the sign that says "vote here" or "polling station" the boy will have this documented.

i have to say my son is the person most likely to be a radical. like his dad and i, he will try to push those buttons not to think like the status quo. i applaud his individuality...he never thought like his friends and was always the person to go outside the box. and we raised him not in a caccoon like so many americans want to do with their children. the world is not a pretty place and he's been exposed to different cultures and religions. it was a detriment to him in high school because those around him only cared more about trivial things and didn't have the advanced social awareness he did.

and kind of odd, i was never into this voting process in the past. my first husband tried to tell me i would be voting for who he wanted, so in defiance (and the canceling out senario) i just didn't vote. and didn't vote until i was i don't remember, however old i was in 2000.

i backed the wrong horse then only that went horribly wrong and a mere three months afterwards, i realized that sickening fact....and i tried to make up for that in 2004.

thanks to karl rove, who will, despite all else, go down in history (credit where credit is due) as one of the most brilliant campaign strategists to ever walk the face of the earth (sorry James Carville, you were good, just not better.)

now onto blantant whoring...

for those who can spare a dime in this dire economic meltdown...

holiday postage--and more--at Southern Expressions

and a nifty 2009 Calendar featuring my photography from the eastern coast of Florida.

for those wondering "where is your short story book?" well, i got stuck on the last story, and i would like to include another one instead, only i think it may be on a backup disk that my husband has and that really hasn't been going so well (he's told me he'll give me those files and told me he'd send me a halter top and t-shirt he inadvertanly took and told me he'd send me my scanner/copier/fax machine and told z he'd send him birthday money---two weeks ago---and buy him a tattoo, promised two years ago, but i'm--and z--- still waiting and one can only hold their breath so long especially when it pertains to things that doesn't have to do with him.) i really want one more story to round the collection out, so i've been sitting on my laurels (hey, the meaning of my name...laurels, not so much the sitting upon) trying to decide what to do. yes in these matters, i often way over think things. it's the point where my right brain clashes with the left brain. i am after all pretty much not dominant on either...typical fence straddler...as i've always contended i am.

i have finally received the insurance money from fed-ex's smashing of my grandmother's things and have slated a couple of books for the buying. no, the money will not bring back the treasures, the history i would have preferred to own, so instead i will buy historical books for reading.

i think that is it for now...i have three movies in my queue...two pretty heavy ones and one comedy...so now i have to decide in what order to watch.

i'm leaning towards the comedy first...that way i don't have to think (or care)