We have enough interest that the Peep Show will go on! It will be smaller than previous years, but that is okay. :)
All-O-ver, Ol-i-vore . . . we're learning that Oliver's name has some fun mispronunciations.
Also, ask him what is name is and this is what you'll hear: "My name is Oli . . . Oli . . . Oliv . . . Oli . . . I don't know."
Here I am at SFO. Again. What should have been a 40 minute layover has turned into a 5 hour layover with merely a possibility of getting on the red-eye at 10:30. Flying standby. And if I don't get on the standby flight . . . they tell me my next shot at JFK isn't for 24 hours. Yeah. So let's hope that doesn't happen. And if I don't get on standby, well, there's got to be another way home.
S: Oliver, Is Mom a child of God?
O: Yes!
S: No, Mom is a grown up!
The one night -- ever -- when Micah and I get to bed at 10:00 and could, feasibly, get 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep, Simon wakes up crying inexplicably at midnight and can't go back to sleep, Oliver falls out of bed, and we're all out a couple of hours of sleep. Clearly we need to never try to go to to bed early. It's the only way to get a good night's sleep around here.
But we didn’t get stickers, even though we got up early to do it and had to take the train to our old neighborhood because we didn’t change our address on our voter registration and then we stood in line (for not nearly as long as some of you) and got cut in front of twice by women who insisted they had been there before (riiiight) and then we were faced with the most archaic voting contraption known to man and when we stepped out of the booth we breathed sighs of relief that it didn’t turn to dust when we pulled the lever. And that we are one step closer to ending this interminable election cycle.
It was the first time I’ve voted for President because 4 years ago I had some sort of issue with getting to the correct polling location and I was a crazy engaged girl with all sorts of time-management issues and emotional crises to deal with. I think I probably cried that I didn’t get to vote that year.
Not this time. This time I was practically crying that I did have to go vote. Okay, I didn’t really cry about it, but I will say that trying to decide which evil to endorse was pretty painful for us at the Heiselt home. I’m glad we made the effort to make our voices heard and do our civic duty and whyever else we’re supposed to vote. However, I’m skeptical that our voices were actually heard because the ladies who cut in line didn’t hear us say, “Excuse me,” and the ladies who were monitoring our booth didn’t hear us when we said we were Independent voters and decided we were Democrats even though we both clearly enunciated the word “Independent.” I kind of think the only thing anybody heard from our family when we went to the polls were the many “Uh-ohs” Simon said throughout the morning. Which I think expresses my feelings about this election quite well, actually.
I’m saying a big uh-oh, too. Oh well. Good job voting! I’m still registered in WA so I just had to go to the post office on Monday. Once Cameron gets a residency, I’ll have to change that.
yeah.
Thank you for voting. I took Shae with me to vote in the morning. SHe was late to school but got a great lesson is civics — “why do you vote for him dad?”
We did not get stickers.