Evilsciencechick’s

this is not to draw attention away from my thanksgiving/handjob or christmas card whoring posts below, but I just wanted to say that since I feel icky today, and didn’t have much to do at work, I left early. I went to the farmers market, bought some turkey wings and necks, herbs, and onions, mixed all that with carrots, celery, and garlic, and now have a big pot of soon-to-be turkey stock bubbling on the stove. my place smells like thanksgiving night at my parent’s house.

you want to be me right now.

We didn’t arrive at Kevin’s mom’s house until after midnight, local time, (after 1am, atlanta time), almost an hour later than planned because of a bad plan by Kev’s mom to send us around a damaged bridge. The new route was wrong, and we had to backtrack and go the original way, which didn’t include a damaged bridge anyway, so the whole hour detour had been pointless anyway. Kev was not in a good mood.

We got up around 8 on turkey day. I wanted to watch the pre-parade excitement on the today show. So there was much laying around in PJs for the next few hours. We got dressed and headed over to Kev’s sister a little after noon. We brought the pumpkin cheesecake and chocolate sauce I had made that had miraculously survived the trip in the trunk from Atlanta. Dinner was at 1, and did not include squirrel or possum or any other small woodland creatures not normally found on a thankgiving table. Kev’s sister doesn’t really cook, so the turkey was smoked one bought from a school fundraiser. There was giblet gravy (strained, thank God) and cornbread dressing from the local PigglyWiggly. HAHA! Anyone who’s ever been to the southeast coast knows PigglyWiggly. What a fun word to say. Say it with me a few times. PIGGLYWIGGLY! PIGGLYWIGGLY! Yeah…good times. Anyway, I am now SICK TO DEATH OF PIGGLYWIGGLY CORNBREAD DRESSING! I missed regular stuffing. With bread cubes, and sage, and maybe sausage. Not the soggy mush crap PigglyWiggly puts out. But there was enough to enjoy that was NOT PigglyWiggly dressing, like ham, and mashed potatoes, and sweet potatoes, and corn salad. mmmmmm. Then the pumpkin cheesecake with hot chocolate sauce was brought out. I figured that everyone would enjoy it, but was completely unprepared for the orgasms of joy from Kevin’s family. Apparently, they don’t get much homemade goodies. I have decided that I will always come to Alabama bearing a cheesecake of some sort. I like being worshipped as the goddess of all things cheesecake.

After dinner, we decided to take a walk down the road to work off some of the food. I got some nice pics, which I will post on the picture site.

The rest of the day was spent lounging around, eating, and watching…well…not football. And not that I’m a big lions fan, or anything, but the day just seemed…off, with football not on. Instead we watched the Everybody Loves Raymond marathon on TBS.

As a VERY nice surprise, later that evening, Kev’s nephew and I were presented with a joint birthday cake (mine is next sunday, his is the following monday) and presents. I got a vanilla scented candle and a cute cotton nightgown. It was really great, considering that I usually celebrate my birthday with my family over thanksgiving, and I wasn’t going to see them until Christmas this year.

After too much cake and food, Kevin turned his attention to scouring the newpaper ads for sales the next day. Now, I usually go shopping with my mom on Black Friday. But she goes around 7am, and comes home to get me around 10. But nooooooo. Kev wants to get to Best Buy when the store opens. At 6am. Have I mentioned that we were an hour away from where the stores are? Have I mentioned that Kev wasn’t kidding?

We woke up at 4:15am. Let me repeat that. 4 FUCKING 15 FUCKING AM!!!!! Then, when we get to Best Buy at 6, the line was already around the corner, and Kev decides to forget it, the things he wanted to get would probably be gone. GAH! So we started at Target. The line was again, HUGE! I took advantage of some stealth photo tips from Sloth and got some good pics of crazed shoppers.

The line at target

The back of the line!

Even Santa shops at target! Ugliest elf in the world behind him, though.

The toy section was NUTS!

The end of the checkout line.

Afterwards, we decided to brave Best Buy. The ONLY thing I wanted from there was Barenaked for the Holidays. And I had to use the bathroom. But the stooopid employees had the store divided up to guide the lines for the checkout, which wound all the way through the store. To get to the bathroom, I couldn’t just walk to the bathroom. Oh no. I had to fight and wind my way through the whole checkout line. And after asking a few employees for the CD I wanted, it turned out that they were on the other side of some carts that were being used to, yes, divide the store into checkout lines. And to get to the OTHER side of the carts, I had to AGAIN, wind my way through the checkout line. I was ready to KILL someone! Plus the bowl of cereal I ate at 4:30am had quickly worn off. We waiting for over an hour in the checkout line, which would have been the end of me, except for the entertaining guys in the computer department, who were trying to unload stock by holding up items and yelling out, carny style, extreme discount prices. “I’ve got a surge protector here! Normally $30, you can have it for $20!” and someone in line would yell out “how about $15?” “SOLD!!!” It was all entertaining. I was content to just watch, until they brought out the mp3 players. A 512mb player for $99!!! I could NOT PASS THAT UP! HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEE!

After that ordeal, we went to Chick fil A for chicken biscuits – buy one get one free coupon! But they were out of biscuits, so we got sandwiches instead.

We didn’t have much time to rest when we got home. A quick snack, then off to Kev’s sisters. We all piled into the minivan and drove to Tupelo to see the Spongebob Squarepants movie, MUCH to Kevin’s enjoyment. (sarcasm!) I thought it was cute, but he was falling asleep. That is, until I reached under the coat he had on his lap, unzipped his pants, and started stroking him off. Then the movie became MUCH more enjoyable for him. Managed to get him to cum, which was NOT an easy feat with his whole family sitting on the other side of us! I AM GOING TO HELL FOR STROKING OFF MY BOYFRIEND WHILE WATCHING SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS WITH HIS FAMILY!!!! AND I DON’T GIVE A RAT’S PATOOTY!

We left on Saturday after lunch for the long drive back. Today we haven’t done much but sleep, and that’s FINE with me! I’m exhausted. Hope everyone had a great thanksgiving! Or a great weekend, for those for’ner commies! Bwaha!

…in the power socks series

I know they’re halloweeny (note the glow in the dark ghosts on the big toes.) but come on, if you owned these socks, wouldn’t YOU wear them year round?

I’ll try to post something better that’s not about rum cake or socks later (wait, IS THERE SOMETHING BETTER THAN RUM CAKE AND SOCKS??? NOOOO!). Maybe about the WONDERFUL time Kevin and I had last night. Or maybe some things are best left private. Eh, we’ll see how it goes.

Somewhat of a productive weekend, surprisingly enough. Saturday Kevin went into to work (after sleeping in because I kept snuggling up against him, and really, how do you leave a warm bed with someone to snuggle with on a saturday? you just don’t.) So I had most of the day to FINALLY get all my summer clothes pack up and the winter clothes put away. Weather be damned…if there’s a warm snap, I’m wearing my turtlenecks! I also finally got the Halloween stuff put away. It was getting embarassing… Now Kev can take the Halloween boxes back to storage…and get the Christmas decorations out! Hooray!

I’m soooo not ready for Christmas…why? Why am I not ready? Because it is just now getting to be peak fall foilage here in Atlanta. Now. It’s, what, Nov 21? Ridiculous. How can I feel all Christmassy when it’s warm and yellowish orange outside? Not that I mind the pretty fall leaves. I’m surprised I haven’t run into anyone in my car, because as I’m driving, I’m constantly thinking “oooo…look at THAT one!!!” and staring at the trees instead of paying attention to where I’m going. I love those bright maple trees that go from yellow to orange to red on the same tree, so that it looks like it’s on fire. LOVELY!

Had time before Kev got home to run to work and then take Sadie to the dog park. The picture site has been appropriately updated. I wanted to show this pic, though, that I took as we were leaving for the park. A corner piece of decking had cracked an broken off, making a hole in the entrance way to my section of the condos. It made a small hole that was easily avoided. Some genius, however, decided to take matters into their own hands, and screwed a patch over it.

It’s hard to see from the pic, but the patch sticks up above the decking about 3/4 inch. Making me MORE LIKELY TO TRIP over the stupid thing when walking in. Even Sadie thought it was ridiculous.

Later, after Kev got home, we went out to eat…DATE NIGHT! And then to Target…SHOPPING!!! What a great weekend!

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As per Jamie’s suggestion:

the board was wet, so it was difficult to write on. it says “please don’t trip on this stupid thing”

So let me start off by saying that I do NOT live in the ghetto. Well, not really. Not like crime is a daily occurance outside my door. There have been a couple of incidents since I moved into my condo 4 years ago, mostly involving stupid punk-ass kids, but that’s about it.

Last night around…oh…12:30am or so, I was watching TV and playing around on the internet, thinking I should be getting to bed, when I heard sirens. Not so unusual, as the street my complex is on empties out onto a fairly busy road. But instead of fading to the distance as usual, they got louder, and louder…very very loud. I jumped up and ran to my door. There were 5 or 6 police cars pulling over near the mailboxes at the entrance to the complex. There also, confusingly enough, seemed to be a car that went off the road and into the woods opposite the mailbox…the woods that my unit faces. I figured that the sirens would wake up Kevin, so I went to tell him what was going on. Yeah, he heard the sirens in his sleep, but after I told him, he rolled over and went back to sleep.

I decided to park it near the windows, cracking one open so I could hear what was going on. I could hear voices, as the sirens had been silence, though their lights were still flashing. A few minutes later, I could hear another noice.

wuppa wuppa wuppa wuppa

A helicopter was hovering above the trees, with a searchlight. And faintly, I could hear a voice saying “…he’s wearing a white shirt, and black and red pants…”

Oh shit. Time to really wake up Kevin. If there’s some guy running from police out there, I want him awake…and his gun within reach.

Yeah, Kevin’s got a handgun. For those of you who are surprised, let me remind you that Kevin is from Alabama, where I’m pretty sure they give you a gun and a truck on your 12th birthday. Guns don’t bother me a whole lot - I grew up in a family of hunters. My dad kept his hunting rifles at my grandmother’s house, so we never had any guns in our house. But in situations like this, it’s comforting to know that I live with a very big, strong, overprotective man who’s packin’.

So Kevin, bless his heart, sat up with me, bleary eyed, for the next few hours. Eventually the chopper left, and all but one of the police cars drove away. A tow truck showed up, to pull out the car that had driven into the trees. I decided to take quick walk out the front of the building, to see if any of my neighbors were out and knew what was going on. Nothing.

We went to bed a little after 3. Poor Kev was a little late getting out this morning, and he’s been swamped at work. But I’m glad he indulged my paranoia. This morning I drove past the crushed bushes where the car drove through. I haven’t heard or seen any news that talk about what happened. Hopefully, the flyer-happy people at my complex will post something.

So…who wants to visit me in Atlanta now, huh? Sing it with me…in the ghettooooo…..(falsetto) in the ghettoooooooo.

Damn. I need to post about blow jobs more often. I had no idea there would be such an outcry.

I really wish I had something equally as entertaining to post today…but I don’t.

Last night officially signalled the beginning of the holiday season for me. When I got to choir practice and picked up my music from it’s cubby space (#24), I saw the familiar dreaded orange book.

oh no…Handel.

Fortunally, we’re only singing one song from “Messiah,” and it’s for a Advent Hymm sing that we’re doing with the three other churches in the area. Yes…presbyterians, lutherans, methodist, and…god help us…BAPTISTS! all singing under one roof. If this isn’t the apocolypse, I don’t know what is.

Also on a choir-related note, and reason #1862 why ESC is going straight to hell: We’re planning to have a service of music on Dec 5, in honor of my birthday. Well, not because of my birthday, but because it’s advent. Whatever. So the whole service that sunday will just be us singing. For this service, we’re learning a HUGE piece of music that’s many many songs, and we’ll be accompanied by a harp. The piece is called “a celebration of carols,” or something like that, but we just call it “the britton,” because that’s the guy who composed it. I don’t even know his first name. It’s just “the britton.” we’re singing it in old english, which sounds similar to modern english, but there’s an “e” after most words. It’s actually kind of annoying, because some words are ALMOST prounounced like modern words, but aren’t. I would rather sing in latin, because I can sing it phonetically and not have to worry about know what the words mean.

ANYWAY, I’m going to hell because I can’t stop my dirty mind during one song. I’ll give you the words, without the “e”s or weird old english spelling. Is your mind as dirty as mine?

He came all so still
In his mother’s bower
Like dew in april
that falls on the flower.

*snort!*

I’m so going to hell.

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I will be coming home after work today to the smell of hot beef stew bubbling in the crock pot. Mmmmm…nothing better than crock pot beef stew. I also love preparing food in the morning. Chopping veggies is very meditative and relaxing to me - a nice way to start the day.

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Asshat of the week award goes to Delana Davies, who decided that her school’s fun tradition of boys dressing like girls, and girls dressing like boys for a school dance was a little too gay for her.

“It might be fun today to dress up like a little girl — kids think it’s cute and things like that. And you start playing around with it and, like drugs, you do a little here and there (and) eventually it gets you.”

“get’s you?” I dressed up like a gangster for a halloween dance in 6th grade, and I’m only maybe a 1.6…aiming for a 2, on the gay scale.

bitch.

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the Barenaked Ladies have a Holiday CD out: Barenaked for the Holidays. This has made getting up this morning to check my email all worthwhile. Looks like I’ll be heading out to Best Buy this weekend.

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and if anyone has anything else they would like to discuss relating to blow jobs or any other sex-related topic, feel free to continue the conversation here. I’ll just sit back and giggle. hehe…”peachface.” “red tide” *snort!*

Last night when I took Sadie out for her final pee before bedtime, she freaked out on me. Usually, the last pee of the night goes without incident, because she’s tired and has to pee, and because I’m usually in my pj’s. I walk her to the front of the building, stand on the steps while she runs the out the full 16ft of the retractable leash, pees, and then runs back past me, towards the door, because she knows that bedtime and a tarter-control biscuit are soon to follow.

But last night, Sadie saw something across the parting lot that she didn’t like. She stopped short, all the fur on her back stood up, and she growled. At first I thought it might be a cat or a rabbit, hiding out in the strip of landscaping that divides the parking lot, but her reaction was wrong. A cat or a rabbit usually gets a growl that quickly develops into a back of the throat whine, a tail wag, and then a pleading look back at me, “please mommy! let me go try to eat the bunny!”

but this was a low growl, with a few barks. There was something out there she didn’t like. I couldn’t see anything that looked out of place. The lights keep the lot pretty well lit, but created dark shadows in the trees and bushes of the landscaped strip. But that area wasn’t that deep, so no one could really hide there easily. So what was freaking out Sadie.

I was torn. My curiosity was getting the better of me, in spite of my pajama status. A small part of my brain made the ironic comparison of my situation to a B horror movie, and that this was the point when the asshole guy in the back row of the theater would yell out “don’t go out there! just go back inside, stooopid!”

But the larger, more scientifically curious part of my brain wanted to know what the heck got sadie so worked up. She was straining at the leash, so I decided to let her start to lead me to whatever it was she was growling at. Maybe there was something untoward going on! Maybe we would scare of a stalker or an evil-doer! And capture them! and pull of their mask, and find that it was just Old Man Jenkins, the groundskeeper! Meddling kids!

A few steps into the parking lot, she began to bark more, which was not good. There are some seriously bitchy people living in the complex. Bitchy dog hating people who just needed an excuse to complain.

I tried to see where she was looking. On the other side of the landscaped median, there was a parked motorcycle. She seemed intent on that motorcycle. It had been parked there for weeks. I know she had seen it before, we walk past it every day! The only thing different about it was that there was a film of frost covering the windshield, which made it seem more ghostly and creepy.

As we got closer, her barks got louder, and I decided that while interesting, the motorcycle was not an imminent threat, and certainly not worth fighting another complaint from a grumpy woken up neighbor. I called off the search. Back safe inside the house, Sadie lay in her crate, happily chewing on her kong toy with biscuit wedged inside. But for the next half hour, she would occasionally stop and let out a low “woof!” She was still on guard. I lay awake in bed for awhile…listening. But nothing happened, and both of us eventually fell asleep.

This morning I took Sadie for a walk around the parking lot, and she breezed right past the motorcycle without a second look. But it very well could have been the frosted over windshield that freaked her out, because it was unexpected. Sometimes on our walks we’ll come across some garbage: an old trash bag, one of those plastic trays that seedlings come in, and Sadie will bristle, and slowly creep towards it, growling. Then after much sniffing, will realize that it’s harmless, and we’ll be on our way. So last night might have been another example of Sadie’s goofy over-reactiveness.

Or maybe…there was something sinister out there. A lurker…a monster…a wild animal…old man Jenkins…and maybe we scared it off. Brave Sadie…defender of the Condos. After work, I’m going to walk her around the median…looking for clues…

Just call me Velma

But if I have to deal with all this baby nonsense, SO DO YOU! BWAAAAHAHAHAHA!

Well yesterday I attended the first baby shower I’ve been to in a very loooong time. I think the last one I went to was in high school, for our youth pastor’s wife.

So there we all sat, in the same apartment, with the same people, eating the same onion dip as we did just a few months ago. Only then Elizabeth was opening up gifts of vegetable steamers (mine) and silverwhere, and all of us sat around going “oooooo”

Sunday we sat and watched her open up gifts of baby washcloths with duckies on them (aww), small matching baby bootie and hat sets (awwwwww) and box after box of baby clothing fashion (AWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!) - tip: vehicle and ducky prints are VERY big this year. All while drinking the requiste mimosas. Then we played the “guess the baby food flavor” game. I got 4 out of 10. We all realized that all baby food looks like either peas or carrots.

Her psycho mom was there, too. You may remember her from the wedding stories I posted earlier. She was the one who told Elizabeth that her wedding was “my day, NOT YOURS!” I hope her and Michael grow a pair between them and stand up to her mom once the baby comes. Her mom already has a full nursery set up at their house. She may just steal the baby. Yeah…she’s that nuts.

So with all the talk of babies and fertility and quads and….GAH! I’m switching gears to talk about how NOT to have babies.

I’m switching to a new birth control, in the hopes that it will solve the irritating problem I’ve been having lately. The NP thought it might be caused by the low estrogen dose, and that stepping up to a higher dose may stop the problem. That’s all well and good, but the last time I tried to switch to a new brand (ortho-tricyclin LOW), I was a bit crazed for the month. Ask Kevin. Much crying and moodiness. But hopefully there will be a minimum of mood effecting side effects. So if seem bitchy over the next month…well, probably you won’t notice anything different. bwaha!

And I’m also hoping the slight bump up of hormone will take care of the zit colony on my chin, which has not only spread, but has crowned king and queen zits, who rule side by side just under the left side of my lower lip, and hurt like a sonofabitch. And I think they’ve developed an immunity to the clean and clear acne patch I stick on them every night. Actually, I think that patch makes them stronger! Evil zits. Maybe I’ll try that toothpaste idea someone posted on sloth’s site…

Because they’re COOL, that’s why!!!

I got spam today from someone named “Randy Colon” who wanted to let me know that I was “pre-approved!”

Yeah, I’ve got major pre-approval…I knew THAT already.

But I got MASSIVE giggles over the name.

“hello. My namy is Randy Colon. Would you like to be my friend?”

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

I tried a pork rind for the first time today. Kevin picked some up from Kroger on his way home from work, after he found out I had never tried them before. He also bought a bottle of wine, and he must have made quite a picture at the checkout: bottle of wine and a bag of spicy pork rinds. Quite the sophisticated redneck.

Anyway, it’s official. I’ve become southern. Guess I should trade the ford escort in for a pick up truck. And paint the stars and bars on the back with “these colors don’t run” in big letters.

sigh.

I’m also going to pay big time when kevin reads this.

On the drive home from the lab today, “mary moon” came on the radio. Remember that song? I haven’t heard it in YEARS! God, that was such a dirty, risque song when I was in college.

“she don’t eat meat but she sure likes the bone!”

Talked to my mom yesterday. She informed me that I was still a registered voter in PA. I could have voted twice! Wouldn’t have made a difference, but still. Then I realized that there’s probably a lot of people who are registered in two different states, and really DID vote twice. Scary.

Grandpa is now in the assisted living center that’s not too far away from where my parents live. He was livid when he figured out what was going on, and didn’t speak to my mom the whole time. Then she had lunch with him on tuesday, and he was fine. Either he had forgiven her, or he had forgotten that he was mad. Either way, it’s good for my mom. She’s having a lot of guilt right now. He must be making friends, because when they were eating, one of the employees called out to him “hey Vito! We’re taking everyone to Armstrongs for lunch tomorrow. Wanna go?” “whatever the gang is doing!” HAHA! “the gang.” So things seem to be working out fine after all.

Pup blew me off for dinner tonight. Well, not really blew me off, but he called and said he had to babysit for his sister earlier than he had thought. So no raging burritoes tonight. Actually, I still may go with Kevin. It can be our “date night.” Please insert joke here involving me, Kevin, and a raging burrito.

I’m munching on Kroger brand buttery flavored braided pretzel twists, and they are so damned good I can’t stop eating them. They’re only 2 grams of fat per serving. I haven’t actually checked to see what a serving constitutes, but I’m pretty sure it’s not half the bag. Oh well…

No plans this weekend. Hoooooray! I can at least put the halloween decorations away. Maybe make some pumpkin bread. And of course, sleeeeeeep.

My flight is booked and I’M READY!!!

For what??? For my trip to Kansas City of course, silly! To meet Aimee and Celti and Kate and Jamie and Pup!

What? You’re not GOING to Kansas City?

pft! Loser.

I’m so excited I’m dancing like a fool around the lab, and people are looking at me funny. Hey, what are you looking at…punk? I’m ready!!!!

I can’t believe I’m going to meet a bunch of other bloggers at one! In a strange city!!! And staying IN A HOTEL WITH THEM!!! OMG I NEED MORE EXCLAMATION POINTS!!!!!!!!!

Whatever am I going to wear?

I’m not really speaking to Her right now. Fortunately, there’s enough angry ranting stuff in Her book to cover me. Did you know you can be angry and pissed at Her, and call her out on shit, and She’s OK with that? I think that was the most comforting thing to me, after the death of my brother, and after 9/11. That’s it’s OK to say “you screwed up God, and I’m really hating you for that right now.” The atheists among you will probably make fun of me. And believe me when I tell you, I am struggling right now. I have been in “crisis of faith” mode for many years now.

(Psalm 13) How long, O LORD? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? 2 How long must I bear pain in my soul, and have sorrow in my heart all day long? How long shall my enemy be exalted over me? 3 Consider and answer me, O LORD my God! Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep the sleep of death, 4 and my enemy will say, “I have prevailed”; my foes will rejoice because I am shaken. 5 But I trusted in your steadfast love; my heart shall rejoice in your salvation. 6 I will sing to the LORD, because he has dealt bountifully with me.

(Psalm 120) In my distress I cry to the LORD, that he may answer me: 2 “Deliver me, O LORD, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.” 3 What shall be given to you? And what more shall be done to you, you deceitful tongue? 4 A warrior’s sharp arrows, with glowing coals of the broom tree! 5 Woe is me, that I am an alien in Meshech, that I must live among the tents of Kedar. 6 Too long have I had my dwelling among those who hate peace. 7 I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war.

I would like to formally reject the ultra-conservative religious right from Christian-dom. They are false prophets, who give us peace-makers bad names. I am ashamed and afraid that I will be lumped in with them. I apologize for not doing enough to publically denounce them. I and others like me need to take a more active roll in calling them out for who they are, and what they stand for.

I think Gooch put it best in his comment to my last post. What we witnessed yesterday was NOT an election. It was a football game. During a football game, you don’t concern yourself with the individuals on the team, what’s important is that your team WIN. Most people voted for their team yesterday because they couldn’t be bothered to learn about the statistics. Statistics make their brains hurt. What was important was the team winning.

I got even angrier this morning when I saw an interview with ex NY major Rudy J, and the interviewer asked him what Bush needs to do to bring our nation back together, since so many people voted against him. And Rudy made up some BS about healing, and blah blah blah. But the truth is: not a Goddamnned thing. Bush doesn’t have to do a thing. He could give 2 shits about how 49% of the country feels right now - he never has to worry about winning another election. He can take us deeper into war, and appoint conservative judges, and give more tax cuts to the rich with impunity. And he’s got a more Republican congress and senate that will happily eat his shit.

In shallower news, my highlights look fabulous. I have to take comfort from where I can.

Well, I voted! Bit of a non-event. I was alllll prepared. I had my newly started knitting, my coffee, and a banana. I was ready for the long haul. I decided to wait until 9am, to avoid the buisness people and old people.

No line. Not at all. I walked straight up to the little old ladies manning the tables. Woohoo!

My district uses the electronic touch screens. I like them, because they’re fairly easy to understand, but a little worrisome, as there’s no paper record of my vote.

I’m happy to say that while my votes went mostly to Democrats, I voted for ONE Republican - the person running against Cynthia McKinny the Nutjob. Actually, “the Nutjob” wasn’t on the ballot, but it should have been. In the primaries for the last election for Congress, McKinny, the incumbant, lost out to Denise Majette. Now Majette is running for Senate, and McKinny wants her old seat back. Not a chance! After she lost last time, her campaign manager - her FATHER - went ON TV and announced that it was “the Jews that control it all. Jew! J-E-W-S” Yeah. Damn you Michael and Gooch! For causing Nutjob McKinny to lose! She did a lot of other stupid stuff, but all her opponent had to do this year was show that clip of her father, over and over again - “the Jews!” HAHAHAHAHAHAnot on your life, nutjob!

There was a surprise on the ballot for me as well. I knew that I’d be voting on amendment 1, which is “should the constitution of GA be amended to define marriage as between a man and a woman?” NOOOOOOOO! Whether you think gays/lesbians should be able to marry or not, the state has NO RIGHT to define marriage in the constitution. If you give states that power, what else will they slip in later about marriage? A sex clause?

ANYWAY, after that on the ballot was ANOTHER law to vote for. something about giving the supreme court power over state and local courts. wha? doesn’t the supreme court already have that power? hence the name SUPREME court? I was a little unnerved because I hadn’t heard ANYTHING about this ahead of time, and I was afraid I was reading it wrong. I read it out loud a few times, just to make sure. I voted “yes.” Hope that wasn’t a bad decision. I’m going to do some internet searches to see if I can learn more about it.

So I voted! Got my “I’m a Georgia voter” sticker (with a peach on it, of course). And now my stomach is tied up in knots over the results. I’m not going to say what I’m afraid will happen. I don’t want to give that fear voice. I’m going to stay positive. I have faith. Contrary to popular belief, God is NOT a republican. I have faith.

So go out and vote!

And if you vote for Nader, so HELP ME GOD I WILL BEAT YOU WITH MY WHIFFLE BALL BAT OF JUSTICE SO HARD, YO MAMMA GONNA CRY!!!!!

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