Counted.

I went and voted this morning. Growing up I was told by my parents that I had relatives that didn’t vote because they didn’t think that it mattered. That was hard for me to grasp. While I knew that certainly I wasn’t a dictator, I also knew that I had been given power to change the way things happened in this country, my state, my county and my city.

If you haven’t voted, and for some reason are sitting on the fence, please consider printing out a provisional ballot, going over the ballot (this could take a while depending on where you live), and getting to the polls. Sure, you and I may have voted differently on various things, but we’re exercising a right. And the thing about rights that every citizen must understand: each right is a responsibility, if you’re not responsible with your right – they may take it away. Then your vote won’t be counted because it won’t exist.

Floaties

Flickr Photo

Floaties

Originally uploaded by RandyPeterman.

When you think that maybe you got an extra large amount of grounds at the bottom of your cup it can be quite a surprise to discover that you actually have letters put in as a gift by your one year old. I wonder if I can get Starbucks to create an alphabeccino.

My Fiend Flicka

No, I didn’t misspell ‘Friend’ in the title. The book ‘My Friend Flicka’ has been made into a movie. I read that book as a ‘tween and recall that on a very bad day for me I was reading it. I had some sort of argument with my mom and crawled into the secret room in their house (at the time, they no longer live there) and read the book and cried off and on during the day. Sure, that’s not too manly but I had enough hormones surging through me on that day that I’m pretty sure that I would have qualified as a lab rat.

Anyway, I got to the end of the book and was all weepy and then my dad came home from work and searched me out. He was a bit upset that I had given my mom a hard time. I probably through one of the biggest tantrums of my post-kid life that day and I’m pretty sure my dad was ready to send me to Siberia. I can’t remember much about the book, I just remember being a completely goofy jerkwad to my parents.

Thanks Mom and Dad for not finishing me off that day when I probably deserved it 🙂

Daylight Shavings Time

Say, this weekend will be a time to fall back on your clocks and sleep in [somewhere between Saturday and Sunday in the nether-regions of time]. Unless you have kids. Or a dog. Or are an insomniac. Or your neighbor is a real jerkwad and revs their Hemi engine really loud outside of your house, or within a block of your house for that matter. You could get up and take the time to get ready for the day – but I’m skeptical any readers of this blog besides my dad actually does this.

So, however your Carpe Diem philosephy works out – remember that you have to do it at a different time.

Happy First Birthday, Evie!

Evie turns one today. Today at work we have a release going out and it has some new flashy features. I get a wee nervous on days like this – but not as nervous as I was last year when Jessica went into labor. However, late in the evening Evie came out, Jessica survived and our family of three jumped to four in what seemed like only 36 months [due to chaos and busyness].

Happy Birthday, Evie, we love you!

Big Week Ahead

This week is going to be rather fun, Evie turns one on Tuesday.  I’m so thrilled that she’s developing into a little toddler girl.  My baby girl won’t be a baby much longer.  Abby ages a year every month it seems as her vocabulary, her clothes and her body change.  Wow.  I have two beautiful girls, a gorgeous wife and a lovely chance to be a husband and dad.

Good times!

US Apparently Needs More Space

I just read this article on the BBC about the United States new Space bill.  What a joke!  How on Earth [apologies for the pun] are we going to justify to the international community that we

  1. Need to control the space outside of our planet
  2. Know exactly where our international space boundaries are (everywhere?)
  3. Are not developing weapons to blow everyone else out of space except for the chosen few that we think should also be in space – when we like them to be
  4. Can monitor commercial flights into space in a friendly way for them [in other words we’re really nice for letting them send commercial or otherwise flights into OUR space]

I love being a United States citizen for the rights I have.  I hate that we’re so arrogant that we think we can ‘claim’ outer space for our own.  Brilliant.

Vocabulary: Soporific

If you are looking for a hip new word to wow friends with (unless this word isn’t new to you), try “soporific”.  It means something that puts you to sleep.  Example, “Most news programs are soporific.”  Or, “I found the Grapes of Wrath to be soporific.”

What hip words do you like to use that you’ve learned recently?

$28.28

I just paid $28.28 to fill up my gas tank [$2.279/gal.]. It makes me feel like I’m paying so little. I try to forget how irritated I got when it cost me more than $20.00 the first time 🙂 So how much do you (in other areas) pay for gas as prices have ‘gone down’?