Pink Prickly Pear

Oh, what a beautiful morning! Oh, what a beautiful day!

Happy Day!?!?

Buh-bye Georgie!

You are going to vote today, right?  You're not overly confident and think we don't need your vote anyway*, right?

It's actually raining here this morning, and has been all night long.  I hope there isn't a line.  I've got the sniffles.

 

Despite the plethora of Yes on 8 signs about (and the implied promise of participation in The Rapture - c'mon, tell me that happy little nuclear family isn't being beamed up by Sky Buddy), I'm voting a big old Nooooo.  Mini-Pear made a No on 8 sign for our window, after being warned repeatedly not to steal Yes on 8 signs and deface them in such a way as to render them No on 8 signs.

I can't wait for Wednesday so all the signs come down and of course, the Good News.

_{* Unless you were planning on voting for Mr. Marbles and Arm Candy, in which case, I suggest you stay home (whichever one is most comfortable), count your un-redistributed wealth, and shoot a moose or three...}

I got to vote today for the first time ever!  Long time readers know how difficult it was for me to obtain my citizenship.  Unfortunately, at the end of the day, it actually left quite a bad taste in my mouth regarding my newly adopted country.  Long story short, actually getting called to swear in as a citizen seemed to have a whole lot more to do with the fact that I happened to know someone who knew someone else quite high up in the Department of Homeland Security, as opposed to being welcomed with open arms by the country I've lived in for well over 20 years now.  Yes, that country - where I attended public schools and university, where I married a native born citizen and gave birth to another (practically in the shadow of the White House), where I've paid taxes and purchased homes and participated in my local communities.  That country really didn't seem to want me for a bit there.

At any rate, getting to vote!  Pretty cool!  A bit anti-climactic, as my local polling place was actually a cardboard set-up in a neighbor's garage, but apparently this is typical of California.  I was kind of hoping for a little more excitement - people trying to thrust pamphlets at me and get a last minute word in about their candidate or proposition.  Instead, I walked with mini-pear down a quiet suburban street and didn't notice until the very last minute that we were at the right driveway.