Voting for "None of the Above?" Tried It Already.

Original Post 4/2011
Updated 9/26/12

"Who do you think you're going to vote for?', I asked Hubby the other day as we were riding along. 

"For what?"

"For President."

"Of what?"

"The United States!"  I'm getting a little annoyed at this point, until I realize that he's smiling.

"November, 2012 is too far away for me to start worrying about that now", he replied...or something of that nature.

Number 2 Son swears that he's voting for "none of the above" - His favorite go-to answer on multiple choice tests.  I tried that once.  It was called Perot.  I thought, "Hey, it's only four years.  Think of how much fun it'll be!"  But alas, cooler (or was it hotter) heads prevailed and we never did get to find out what was under our nation's hood.

Or remember Anderson?  I'd almost forgotten Anderson.  Had to look up which election he served as the "none of the above" vote.   Wikipedia Article on John B. Anderson  

Questions to be answered before the next presidential campaign:

1. Who will be the Republican nominee?  The way they're slugging it out, all of the present contenders are getting pounded pretty badly.  Will any of them want to get back in the ring with the opposing party?
2. Who will be the Democratic nominee?  Think Obama's a shew in?  Probably.  But the campaign doesn't really begin until next summer.  Plenty of time for a scandal to turn the tables.  Or remember LBJ?  How dumbfounded were we when he refused to run for a second term?  
3. Will we have the stomach to keep at this for another 12 months?  Maybe...If we take Hubby's advice and not worry about it for another 10 months or so.

9/26/12

Well...I see that we did live through those months and Obama is on the ticket.  Running against George Romney's kid?  Who'da thought?  

I just re-read the article on John Anderson.  Wow.  Times haven't changed much, but the parties certainly have.  

The gloves are off, and have been for some time here in Virginia, a battleground state, and I'm one of those "crazy swing voters", as my brother-in-law says, that the ads are trying to affect.  So far, the only effect they've had is nauseating.  The Dem ads appear to be a little less "mean", and that's appealing, but as far as substantive fact - not much there on either side.  

So, Mitt & Barrack, save your money.   We crazy swing voters have pretty much made our minds up anyway.  You could try paying off our mortgage...   Student loans?      Heck, just buying us some ice cream would probably be more effective than the ads.

No. I'm Not a Mormon

Recently I decided to let Google "monetize" my blog.  Monetize is apparently the newest term for advertise - Letting Google put itsy, bitsy ads in the margin of my blog.  I get to check a little box that says no adult material, so I felt fairly comfortable.  Besides, I could earn 2 or 3 dollars (literally).

Today I click on my page and see a picture of a lovely young woman with a heading that says, "Yes, I'm a Mormon"   Now, she didn't look anything like me, but the juxtaposition of the words beside my name was a little disconcerting.  I went to my page settings to see if there was a no religious material box.  There wasn't.

So, in the interest of full public disclosure, No.  I'm not a Mormon.

The Winter of My Discontent

Two blogs in one day?


Two blogs in one day?


In my post of January 29, I mentioned that I'd head a migraine for 3 weeks.  Well that sucker went on for 9 weeks before I figured out what was causing it - my neck.  My dang sternocleidomastoid  muscle, to be specific (Would you believe I had to add that word to my computer's dictionary?)  My good ol' doc can't exactly figure out what the link is - but there most definitely is a link.


Migraines and witty, sparkling repartee are, pretty much, mutually exclusive...hence the blought (blogging drought).  Getting things under control now (except for the vile, virulent virus).

It's Not Really the Flu

My dear, sweet Boudreaux had to go to Vegas last week for a business conference - and I DO mean had.  Poor thing really doesn't enjoy it very much.  He's the sort who'd like to actually learn something if he's going to a class.  A teacher's dream.

I collect snow globes and Boo generally brings me one when he has to travel the world without me.  This time, however, as he went through check-in at the airport, the TSA agent asked him about the container of liquid in his backpack.  It took Boo a minute to put two and two together, but pretty soon he realized it was the snow globe that was causing the fuss.  He had a decision to make.  He could get out of line, go back to the concourse, and mail the globe home OR he could toss it in the trash.  If this had been an antique globe that I'd been searching for all of my life, this may have required some thought.  A sparkley MGM Grand lion's head, however, can be replaced.

Not long after Boo got home, it became apparent that he'd brought something else home from Vegas...a virus.  A vile, virulent virus - nausea, diarrhea, headache, stomach cramps, chills, fever.  He seemed to bounce back pretty quickly, but I'm working on day 5.  Bummer.  My head hurt so bad that I went through a bottle of last year's cough syrup w/ codeine.

I miss sick days.  Not days when I'm actually sick, but days when I can get sick and still get paid.  That's not the case when one is in the "self-employed" category.  No worky - No money.  This is definitely a down side to life in the retirement lane.