I got to vote this morning. In 2008, which was a Presidential election year, I was number 41 at my voting location. This year (at approximately the same time in the morning), I was number 121. Without confessing my political affiliation, I have to admit that voting this morning gave me great satisfaction. My goal this time around was to vote incumbents out (Republicans or Democrats). Let them find jobs in this lousy economy. Anything to get our government to stop spending our money. And the next time around (2012), if the new guys keep spending our money, I’ll try to vote the new guys out..
I met a friend this morning and they noticed I had a “I Voted” tag on my red sweatshirt. They observed that I had a red sweatshirt, blue slacks and white tennis shoes. I was a billboard for the American way. Yep, thats me!
I have to admit I felt bad for Brett Favre on Sunday. He doesn’t know when to quit and this year, at age 41, health issues are beginning to mount. He has two fractures in his ankle but he continues to hobble around. He has tendonitis in is throwing elbow, but he makes some pretty good passes. Now he has 10 stitches in his chin but he can still talk and call signals. He is going to start for Minnesota on Sunday. The next injury might be really serious as he pushes to show how tough he is. I hope that doesn’t happen. His ego is killing him.
I was in charge of our “trick or treat” effort on Sunday afternoon. The number of ghosts, goblins was down a little from last year. Because we are in the suburbs, I noticed that mini-vans would pull up at one end of the street, 6-7 darlings would pile out of the van and begin going house to house. When they reached the end of the street, they jumped back into the mini-van and moved on to another street. Pretty good system.
Today I am going to try to start my snowblower. I notice that weather forecasts are beginning to include that four letter word, snow!
Don’t forget to reset you clocks this weekend. Fall Back!
Love,
Dad