As you may have noticed, I don't "go there" when it comes to politics. In fact, I don't think I'm even going to go there now. Why bring it up? Beats me.
I know that some of you are very passionate about your choices and I love that! I am, too, however, I'm not telling. No, I am not ashamed or afraid...I'm just not telling.
Here we go with a Seinfeld post again, but it is what it is. I am not even sure I was "raised this way" or not, but I have a strong belief that my vote is extremely private. Just as I believe my salary is my business - not my family's or my child's business. To me, this is a decision I am making from my research, my perspectives, what matters to me for our country and my family, and all other aspects that are important to me as a person and an American.
What I can't quite "get" is how others believe you can coax someone to your "side" by confrontation, intimidation, or even signage. From what I've seen, it just encourages disengagement.
As a proud American, I relish the privilege of voting and believe this right is sacred.
Well, I didn't think I'd do it, but I went there without giving it up.
So tell me...is it important to you that others know your election choices? And why?
Oh, and if (now this is out of left field and just for fun) these were the choices, which would you choose?

Showing posts with label dog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dog. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Who Will It Be?
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Gordy and Georgi
Our two little dogs are just hoots. And weird.
Gordy is the older (he's 5) and Georgi is the teenager (she's 2). They are really smart and have learned to spell. We can't say the word, "walk," in front of either of them.
They also know the names of their different kinds of treats. One in particular, chicken strips, they both L.O.V.E. So, the words "chicken" and "strip" cannot be strung together or mass quantities of barking ensues.
Jerry has begun to refer to them as a "CS."
CS leads to WOOF WOOF. And usually, the woofing starts at the exact same time our two chiming clocks go off simultaneously, which, of course, is exactly at the dramatic conclusion of something you're TRYING to watch on television.
Gotta' love the pause (and the paws).
Gordy is the older (he's 5) and Georgi is the teenager (she's 2). They are really smart and have learned to spell. We can't say the word, "walk," in front of either of them.
They also know the names of their different kinds of treats. One in particular, chicken strips, they both L.O.V.E. So, the words "chicken" and "strip" cannot be strung together or mass quantities of barking ensues.
Jerry has begun to refer to them as a "CS."
CS leads to WOOF WOOF. And usually, the woofing starts at the exact same time our two chiming clocks go off simultaneously, which, of course, is exactly at the dramatic conclusion of something you're TRYING to watch on television.
Gotta' love the pause (and the paws).
Georgi
Posted by Lynda at 10:29 PM 10 comments
Friday, July 11, 2008
You Gotta Go
I have to refer you to Minnesota Matron and her post about Satan's Familiar. While the post is worth it on its own, do NOT miss the video - worth every second of it.
The Matron cracks me up consistently. While I don't need anymore cracking at my age, I sure do enjoy a daily dose of the ha-ha-ha's!
Posted by Lynda at 4:31 PM 5 comments
Labels: dog, mailman, satan's familiar
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