i voted.

"who's that person with her 'vote sticker' on her eye?" asked George.

I was caught. I have tried not to get sucked into everybody's political rants and raves. I deactivated my facebook account because I was done with "both sides" (I hate the sides, I really really do) being inconsiderate and super dislike even more the assuming things people say. But having said that, I am a pretty opinionated and passionate person, so I couldn't help sneaking back to cjanekendrick.com after my friend had pointed out something to me. If you look and wonder what kept drawing me back, it's not the post itself that I was interested in so much as the comments.  And you certainly don't have to go to her political post to find them, they're on every political post everywhere: divisive, insensitive, assuming comments. I feel like not commenting at all is the most noble thing someone can do. Because applauding just because someone voted the same as you is annoying and bickering about someone's vote that is already spent and an election that is already decided is pretty pointless. Which is why I hate that I am up at 3 in the morning stewing about it and commenting myself. 

My convictions on certain issues run pretty deep, but I am not mad if you disagree. (I don't really care to know about it either). And I quite honestly don't need anyone to say I am right. (That's SB's job... and he would probably tell you I already know I am right).  In the first grade I participated in the reflections contest (even went to district) with a drawing for the theme "A past to remember, a future to mold" where I drew Abraham Lincoln (favorite president forever and always) and myself as the future president of the United States.  I really thought I would be the first woman president at age 7. By age 11 I wanted to be the first woman in the NBA. At age 33, I am just happy to be a woman. As for those other earlier aspirations, I'm content to cheer from the sidelines and put my vote in the ballot box, and then go back home with my kids and our "vote stickers." 

As far as my opinions on it all, I will only say this:

My mom used to say I was the runaway bride.  True, I had only been engaged once prior to SB, but I had made wedding plans on a handful of other occasions with a handful of other potential grooms.  It  is kind of embarrassing, really. But given my track record, I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised at my mom's response when, the night after SB and I got engaged, I told her "Last night Matt proposed out of the blue." 

"What did you say?" she asked very matter-of-fact. (she is always matter of fact. I wish I was more like her sometimes).

"Yes."  and then came what I thought would be the real kicker.  "Matt asked if I wanted to get married at the end of this month."

"DO IT!" was my mom's emphatic response. She didn't trust that I'd carry through with it otherwise I suppose.  

Runaway bride though I may have been, there is an arguable difference between me and the character portrayed by Julia Roberts: I know what kind of eggs I like. 

(Do you remember the scene where she finally decides to figure out for herself what kind of egg she likes and makes all the different kinds?  I love it. Best message of the movie if you ask me).

So when it comes to politics, I will listen as you tell me why scrambled eggs are nice or why poached eggs are healthier for me. But I like my eggs fried over medium with a little salt and pepper. And I doubt that will ever change. 

Nonetheless, I'm happy there are so many good eggs in this world.

With that off my chest, I will get to concentrating on the other things that tend to keep me awake at night:

3:30 a.m. visit this morning

5 a.m. visit this morning

find this just about every morning.