All My Little Words

If you’re not voting for Obama, or if you are undecided, you should see this:

And then you should go read this.

The ladies who write the above blog (mostly one of them) are 82, people.
Helen, the one who writes most, LIVES IN TEXAS.
Yet, she believes. Obama moves her to tears. She and her husband BOTH already voted.

I can’t believe that it is 5 days to election day and we are afraid of who might win. By which I mean, we are afraid that McCain and Palin will win. Because that doesn’t make any goddamn sense. Those two are crazy and clearly have no clue what is going on or how to run this country. I don’t expect anyone to believe everything Obama says – even though I believe he means it and wants to do everything he’s promising, I don’t think anyone can do all that. But the important thing is to try.

McCain and Palin don’t give a crap about us, or our health or anything valid. They just want to be in charge because some people get off on that. Do I really need to say anything more?

I’ll be the first to tell you that I wasn’t totally behind Obama from the start, because I was all for Hillary. I still am. I still think this race might have gone better if she had been out there. Not because there is a damn thing wrong with Obama – he will make a damn fine president. He looks more and more presidential every day. And that’s my idea of presidential, not anyone else’s. But my reasoning was that there are a lot of folks out there who still have a lot of misplaced hatred and anger. And yes, a lot of people are still prejudiced against women, but I figured – everyone’s got a mama, right? So while I could see how there were a lot of people out there who would never, ever be able to relate to a black man (even if he IS half white) everyone should be able to relate to a woman in some way. Unless, you know, your mama was that bitchface out in Carnation that starved her step-daughter half to death.

So now we shall see how that will pan out. I feel a lot of confidence in Barack now, although people love to remind me that we are in a “bubble” here in Seattle. A much different kind of bubble than that stupid goddamn housing bubble that is causing an economic meltdown these days. (Ahem, I was right about that one, FER SURE.)

But I certainly cannot wait to vote. The only reason I haven’t yet is because my damned absentee ballot has not shown up yet. Even though I am a absentee-er, I will get my ass to the polls next week if that is what it takes!

My one pet peeve at this time is the nice young Democrats who keep coming knocking on my door to convince me to vote for Obama, donate money, etc. who seem real put out when I tell them that  not only am I ON THEIR TEAM, but I have indeed done ALL OF THE ABOVE.
Please do not say “More power to you” and keep talking. It is insulting. How about, “Awesome! Thanks for your support, I’m gonna go talk to some other people who have not done those things now! Have a nice day!”

Please, people – when you are in Seattle – IN BALLARD, no less – and a nice, reasonable lady tells you that she and her S.O. are on your side and doing all the right things to make it happen – DO NOT WASTE YOUR TIME PREACHING TO THE CHOIR.
Go knock on some other doors, and speak with someone else who is not so convicted in their beliefs, which are the same as yours. Talk to those young dudes across the street who are probably way more interested in drinking beer than voting, or some of the elderly folks who are still hanging in there in the ‘hood, who may need a reminder to get out there and vote.

At any rate, I’ve been talking to my neighbors, and if we are a bubble of Democracy, we are a strong one. Everyone here wants Obama.
I for one, sure am hoping my Obama t-shirt shows up today. I don’t know why I waited so long to get one. I think that even though I’ve for Barack since he won the nomination, I didn’t really get fully excited about him the way so many other people are until about a week ago. It is hard for me to get excited about a politician. I am not interested in the whole game at all. But don’t be surprised if I wear my “Obama is my homeboy” shirt every day until the election.

I am so glad it coming up soon, I hate election years. I am so sick of all the sniping, and griping. Let’s just get it over with, pleaze.

Sept. 19th – Our house officially closes and we begin moving in.
Sept. 23rd – I have officially developed the worst case of tendonitis ever, and it will only get worse.
Sept. 30th – Today, our new refrigerator is delivered, followed by our new bed. The dudes who delivered the bed leave the back gate open, but not enough to be noticeable, resulting in the escape of two dogs. I now know that Little Bastard doesn’t run away. He made it to the side yard and stopped. I don’t know how far Princess Smasha got, only that she came streaking down the sidewalk when I called her. Phew.
I finally attempt to get my vehicle fixed, two months after it was T-boned.
Oct. 3rd – I receive a call from an insurance adjuster, who informs me that the last adjuster,  who did the original estimate, must have been high, and they are totalling my vehicle. I feel like crying. Instead, I get angry.
Oct. 4th. – We get a “new” couch and chair for the living room. They are totally comfortable and pretty awesome.
I literally feel my tendon pop out of place in my shoulder, and after that it gets so bad that I almost wish I was dead.
October 7th – We get an estimate for window replacement. Not only did I burst out into hysterical laughter at the price, but those bitches were here for THREE HOURS. No amount of crying about how badly my hand/arm was hurting, and no amount of stating that I was late to pick up a “new” vehicle gets those bastards to leave.
I pick up my new vehicle. It is practically the same as the old one, and I get lucky by managing to get a deal – the sales guy takes pity on me, and agrees to accept exactly the amount I am to receive for the old one.
October 9th – We get another dog. That’s right, another dog. We are suckers and she is old, and no one wanted her ass. So now we have three, and the number of animals in this house is officially more than double the number of people.
At 10:40 pm I am getting ready for bed, when I hear a ruckus that includes barking dogs. Turns out the neighbors two doors down have managed to light their house on fire, and somehow do not have any sort of phone to call 911. The woman who comes to call is drunk. Did I mention that they are crackheads or tweakers or something over there? Two firetrucks arrive, and it’s not a big deal.

This was the update I had begun preparing for the first month of new home ownership about two weeks ago. I can’t remember what happened in between the 9th and the 17th, honestly. Probably a lot of phone calls to the insurance company about how much they were sending and how YES, I REALLY HAD SENT BACK THE AMOUNT THAT BOTH INSURANCE COMPANIES PREVIOUSLY PAID ME SO PLEASE DON’T TAKE THAT OUT OF MY SETTLEMENT.

I do recall that on the 14th, we went to a very low key cocktail hour at our neighbor’s house, met a number of the other neighbors, and talked about the tweakers two doors down from us. The conclusion is that they are a thorn in the side of the neighborhood, but ultimately sad, pathetic people who deserve our pity. Nonetheless, I’m sure no one there that night would hesitate to do whatever it would take to get their asses to leave.

Despite all that, it’s been pretty quiet in the ‘hood.

We had a family birthday dinner party on the 16th, a nice side effect of which is that I felt the need to make the house feel normal, so there are no miles piles of boxes everywhere, only in the office and garage.

We also went to Shorty’s for Reno’s birthday that night, which was interesting, but not in a bad way. He seemed genuinely happy to see me, and we had ONE drink only and left. On the way home, my radiator blew a hose again, so Alex ended up fixing that this past weekend, while I decorated for Halloween. I’ll leave it at that for now, although more has happened since then, and will be happening soon. Gotta save something for next month’s update, right?

In our new backyard at our new house, resides a birdbath. Said birdbath is a terra cotta pillar upon which rests a terra cotta basin. This basin was, at one time, filled with water. Clean water. Since said water has sat, stagnant, for who knows how long, it became black and slimy and fetid. And then I caught the dogs drinking out of it. And because I was experiencing a major tendonitis flare up at the time, I didn’t feel like I wanted to tip the basin over, and Sage took it upon himself to do so. And henceforth discovered that the pillar is home to a HUGE SCARYASS MOTHERFUCKING black spider. It looks MEAN. It looks EVIL.

Our new fridge arrived yesterday. It has a water dispenser and ice maker, the latter of which I was supposed to throw out the first two batches of. And throw them out I did. Right into the evil spider’s lair of doom. The first batch destroyed his super evil web of destruction. Hopefully, batch two will freeze his eight-legged ass OFF tonight.

The End.