Nov
3
This morning I got a random email from a PR company representing Cafemom.com, informing me that “the mommy jury isn’t out.” On a poll of 22,000 moms that Cafemom ran recently, 39% planned to vote Obama, 37% McCain, and 12% planned not to vote at all.
I guess it’s possible those 12% are non-US citizens. Or teenagers who watched too much sexy television.
(Like True Blood! For real, are you watching this show? I kind of love it, and holy god is it ever dirty, with almost every episode involving not just smutty human-on-vampire action, but, like, the detailed sort of sex scene where the male actor does a reach-down-and-aim-the-bologna-pony sort of penetration maneuver complete with violent hip jerk to indicate he’s Found the Entrance. The last two episodes alone? Totally responsible for at least fifty teen pregnancies, I’m SURE.)
I just don’t get it, otherwise. Why would you not vote? No really, why on earth would you choose to not vote in this election, or any presidential election? Even if you hate both candidates, surely there is a candidate you hate marginally less than the other? Who can just sit back and not participate, this year of all years? It’s mind-boggling, much like the term “mommy jury”.
If nothing else, people should ask themselves which candidate would best protect the citizens of this country in the case of a zombie infestation. Who would remain calm and strategize a plan of action, and who would succumb to the siren song of brrrrraaaaaaiiiinnss? Personally, I think the answer is obvious.
Nov
2
Riley seems to be going through a lengthy stage of being fearful of new things and objecting to certain noises, so I was a little worried Halloween was going to deteriorate into a toddler-fueled freakout. Sure enough, one of the first things that happened when we showed up at JB’s work to participate in the office trick-or-treating involved a movement-triggered robot that leaped into blinking, rolling action when Riley approached the bucket of candy positioned nearby, and Riley became deeply paranoid that evil robots were lurking next to every candy handout, and he nervously asked “There no robot here?” over and over until I was ready to hunt down the tech worker who had set up the motion detector toy and cram a few robotic parts right up his fun-sized Hershey highway, if you know what I mean.
Things improved once we left JB’s office, though, and Trauma Robot was forgotten in the festive chaos of traipsing through our neighborhood mall, collecting more candy and checking out the other kids’ outfits. (Awesomely, one lady bent down to check out Dylan’s red, be-clawed lobster costume, and brightly announced that he sure was an adorable little clam.) We wrapped up that outing and came back home in time to knock on a few neighbor’s doors, where Riley performed admirably (“Twick or tweet! Happy Halloween today!”), and later we carved two more pumpkins while he helped us hand out candy to the three or four kids who came by our house. Then it was off to bed for the lobster and the pirate, and JB and I watched a scary movie while cherry-picking the best chocolates from Riley’s haul.
It was a great night, really. I’m kind of sad it’s over for a whole entire year.
I hope you had a good holiday, too.
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