I got my ass up this morning, I got Bub's ass up this morning, and off we went to our local polling place.
This is the first year, mind you, that we have been voting in the appropriate place - the last couple of years we've still had to go to Hollywood to vote. So this was the first time I got in and out of voting in less than two hours (it took maybe 20 minutes).
But it was 8 in the morning, in the middle of nowhere, and crowded! And we're in California... It's basically a line for everyone to say to the country 'no seriously, we're liberals'. So G-d bless everyone in swing states right now, hot damn... I'm looking at you, Virginia, make me proud.
I'm also, for the first time ever, registered under my new, ridiculous, no-chance-in-hell anyone in the state other than Bub has the same last name. So much easier. (For the record, I've been married 6 years and it took me 5 to change it for no other reason than that's how much I hate going to the social security office).
I finished before Bub did, snuck up behind him voting in a large crowd and whispered "the answer is 7..." Normally I do this when he's working, and apparently he does not find it helpful in voting, either. Harumph.
And as you can see from my growing sticker collection in our bathroom, it also means we have been in this house for 3 years:
I originally thought I would post about the election after it was done, but some thoughts whilst we are still all hopeful and hopped up on patriotism:
1. Delighted to see that Facebook is full of people having happily voted. The cool thing, also, seems to be complaining about all the election statuses. We're all sick of it, but come on. I don't know that flooding my newsfeed with "I'm so sick of it" posts is any less irritating than the political ones. And if we take away irritating facebook statuses... for me that would be babies, sports, and weirdly vague statuses pointing to some sort of emotional trauma you're having but don't want to share. So that leaves... 5 people.
And as I said on Facebook - if you're sick to death of political posts consider what it's like, year round, for those of us not into sports. At least when this is over there won't be yet another election starting in a few weeks just with different uniforms and a different sized ball.
2. Just a thought - there's been a poll running around that says 20 out of 21 other nations polled would vote Obama in. In case you were about to think it, I don't think countries like France want Obama to be elected so they can take us over and jail us for thinking about Christmas. As I - read? watched? - somewhere, if you try on a skirt and 20 of your friends say "that skirt sucks you should really wear the other one" chances are that would at least give you pause. (Also - I interpret this to mean "if you're unhappy the man hasn't cured cancer fast enough, perhaps the solution isn't voting back in cancer").
3. Specifically, I voted for my patootie and yours. (As in - invite who you would like into your vaj or not, evict who you would like from your vaj or not).
4. I'm going to pretend like I'm not going to spend the whole day watching news. Honestly, if there was some way to knock me out until tomorrow morning.. Mostly because I'm not sure what's worse, getting bad news all at once or slowly watching bad news strangle the life out of hope. (If infertility has taught me nothing else, it's to lean towards all-at-once... and yet, I will watch all day either towards slow-relief or slow-fear).
5. Tomorrow I will be relieved and delighted, or hostile. And whichever way that goes, there will be people who feel the exact opposite way as me. If you really want to be worried about obnoxious facebook statuses - think about what tomorrow will bring.
And in the event you want a distraction from all the chaos and you missed my post yesterday - go check out my little sister's blog. She's amazing (and thus I voted on behalf of her young patootie, as well).