Today was ... bizarre. In a single day, I've found more friends from a former life as a "back Easterner" than I thought possible. I've had Facebook conversations with friends I haven't spoken with in easily 13-14 years, all of which were as easily picked up as if we had spoken yesterday. It brought back SO many memories: Super Saturdays, YSA activities, college days ... it's been a blast. Still so many common interests, like our once-upon-a-time local football team (who just can't seem to get a break ...), local cuisine, etc. Yet here we all are, almost 20 years removed from our former lives, reconnecting on a new, modern level, and discussing current events like it's no big deal that we haven't spoken in eons.
That's the quality of people I grew up with.
If any of you from FB happen upon this blog, please ... leave a comment. Say hi! I'm so excited to have reconnected with all of you, even if it's only through here for now.
Music for the Masses
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Blessings in Disguise
So, as you all know, we're mired in this quagmire of a battle between us and the bugs. I think we're winning, but it's really hard to tell, and we probably won't know for at least a week.
What amazes me is how much it's drawn us together as a family. Weef and I are constantly doing laundry, washing, conditioning and combing hair (except not mine; I'm baby-butt bald), bagging toys, boiling combs, vacuuming anywhere the girls sit for longer than 30 seconds, spraying down bedding, couches, chairs, etc ... it's a never-ending battle.
We're now starting day 6 of what I've termed "Hell Week", though I'm fairly certain that might have to be broadened to "Month." We'll see. Anyway, at the beginning of the day, like any other day, the girls come plodding downstairs and bemoan their hunger status. I get some food in their little bellies (eventually), then wait for Lori to wake up. At that point, we start planning out the day--who's going to do what and when. I've been on hair patrol the entire time: sifting through the girls' hair (all 3 of them), washing, using what I consider to be useless ointment to try to kill the bugs and eggs ... it just doesn't work. We've applied 4 treatments to each of the girls, none of which have worked worth a hill of beans. We did some online reading and found some home remedies that seem to be working better. If you apply white conditioner with extreme liberty to dry hair, it seems to suffocate the bugs and they come running to the "surface," allowing us to simply comb them out. This method does NOT kill the eggs, though. For that, you have to pour vinegar over the hair and let it sit. That loosens the eggs, then you can use a nit comb to pull out the eggs.
But I digress. My point of this blog is how well we've all bonded over this. The girls have been such troopers, especially girl 1. She is definitely ground zero for the infestation. She sits so patiently (most of the time) while we go through her hair for literally hours a day. She does whimper on occasion about how she wants to watch another show or something, or that we're pulling too hard on her hair, or scraping her poor little scalp with the comb, but overall, she's been a champ and a half.
Weef and I just laugh. Or cry. Or stare in horrific disbelief at the sheer magnitude of everything. But we shake it off and trudge along, trying to keep each others' spirits uplifted and bolstered.
Girl 2 ... what a ham. As long as she's awake, she'll find some way to entertain herself. She's been noticeably attention-starved a couple of times, at which point we'll take a small break to play with her and let her know that we're not intentionally ignoring her. For example, yesterday she was noticeably feisty and smacking weef's leg and smiling that impish grin that says, "Ha ha. You're looking at me. I'm getting attention." Weef was displeased, but completely understood. As I was already sitting at the computer, checking in on work to make sure I'm getting updates on what needs to be done, I said, "C'mere, you. Let's look at some pictures." She came bounding over with such joy and a smile to die for ... "YAY!!" She climbed up on my lap and I showed her pictures of our family. She pointed out everyone and everything--people, pets, toys ... it was so cute.
What I've had reinforced to me during this whole sad ordeal is just how much my family means to me. I'd be nothing without them. They are my world. Friends are definitely important, and work is necessary, but they can't ever take the place of my little family.
I love you, weef and girls!!
What amazes me is how much it's drawn us together as a family. Weef and I are constantly doing laundry, washing, conditioning and combing hair (except not mine; I'm baby-butt bald), bagging toys, boiling combs, vacuuming anywhere the girls sit for longer than 30 seconds, spraying down bedding, couches, chairs, etc ... it's a never-ending battle.
We're now starting day 6 of what I've termed "Hell Week", though I'm fairly certain that might have to be broadened to "Month." We'll see. Anyway, at the beginning of the day, like any other day, the girls come plodding downstairs and bemoan their hunger status. I get some food in their little bellies (eventually), then wait for Lori to wake up. At that point, we start planning out the day--who's going to do what and when. I've been on hair patrol the entire time: sifting through the girls' hair (all 3 of them), washing, using what I consider to be useless ointment to try to kill the bugs and eggs ... it just doesn't work. We've applied 4 treatments to each of the girls, none of which have worked worth a hill of beans. We did some online reading and found some home remedies that seem to be working better. If you apply white conditioner with extreme liberty to dry hair, it seems to suffocate the bugs and they come running to the "surface," allowing us to simply comb them out. This method does NOT kill the eggs, though. For that, you have to pour vinegar over the hair and let it sit. That loosens the eggs, then you can use a nit comb to pull out the eggs.
But I digress. My point of this blog is how well we've all bonded over this. The girls have been such troopers, especially girl 1. She is definitely ground zero for the infestation. She sits so patiently (most of the time) while we go through her hair for literally hours a day. She does whimper on occasion about how she wants to watch another show or something, or that we're pulling too hard on her hair, or scraping her poor little scalp with the comb, but overall, she's been a champ and a half.
Weef and I just laugh. Or cry. Or stare in horrific disbelief at the sheer magnitude of everything. But we shake it off and trudge along, trying to keep each others' spirits uplifted and bolstered.
Girl 2 ... what a ham. As long as she's awake, she'll find some way to entertain herself. She's been noticeably attention-starved a couple of times, at which point we'll take a small break to play with her and let her know that we're not intentionally ignoring her. For example, yesterday she was noticeably feisty and smacking weef's leg and smiling that impish grin that says, "Ha ha. You're looking at me. I'm getting attention." Weef was displeased, but completely understood. As I was already sitting at the computer, checking in on work to make sure I'm getting updates on what needs to be done, I said, "C'mere, you. Let's look at some pictures." She came bounding over with such joy and a smile to die for ... "YAY!!" She climbed up on my lap and I showed her pictures of our family. She pointed out everyone and everything--people, pets, toys ... it was so cute.
What I've had reinforced to me during this whole sad ordeal is just how much my family means to me. I'd be nothing without them. They are my world. Friends are definitely important, and work is necessary, but they can't ever take the place of my little family.
I love you, weef and girls!!
Monday, November 24, 2008
a funny spot to an otherwise unbearable weekend
we've had this dryer for ... what? 4 years or so? in the last few months, it's started not drying without being run through 2 or 3 cycles. now, granted, i've been off laundry patrol since weef's home all day. so she's been doing all the washing and drying.
so when this epidemic hit, i decided that it was absolutely time to look at getting a new dryer. hit up KSL, found a dryer for $30 in ogden WITH delivery from a second-hand store that is renowned for their maintenance and CS. called, still available, scheduled delivery for saturday afternoon. well, since weef was busy combing shariden's hair, i decided to do the laundry.
there were some things in the dryer that still weren't dry, so i restarted the dryer. 10 minutes later, they were all dry. we're talking damp towels, jeans, stuff like that.things that would normally take a LONG time to dry were done in a matter of minutes.
i forgot to mention that weef thought we should blow out the lint trap, so we tried that. i grabbed the shop vac, used the leaf blower part, and blew out whatever was caught in the exhaust and lint trap.
so then i re-ran the dryer, and everything worked great! "sweet! don't need the dryer!" i called the girl, said, "yah ... don't need it, but thanks!" she said that it was no problem, and please keep them in mind for any future appliance needs, which we absolutely will.
weef finished doing whatever it was she was doing. she came down and started doing laundry. next thing we know, her load of drying stuff wasn't dry at all. it wasn't even warm. "crap ..." so weef re-ran the load, i called the appliance people and asked if they could deliver it again. they said they could bring it sunday morning. under normal circumstances, i would have waited until monday, but this was dire.
i got sunday morning and weef was vacuuming the ENTIRE front room: under the couches, the couch bottom, sides, back, cushions inside and out ... everywhere. i, once again, was on laundry patrol
the load in the dryer was still damn, so i re-ran the dryer. again, 10 minutes later, everything was bone dry.
"umm ... lori?"
she came downstairs and i showed her the dry clothes.
"why is it when *i* dry the clothes, the dryer works, but when you use it, it doesn't?"
"i don't know. i always set it to the highest setting."
"really? on the dial, point to where you think the highest setting is."
she pointed dead center on the highest setting, but it was right when the dryer starts cooling down. The "fluff" time of the cycle. i laughed so hard that i shed tears.
needless to say, i called the appliance store again, rather embarrassed.
so when this epidemic hit, i decided that it was absolutely time to look at getting a new dryer. hit up KSL, found a dryer for $30 in ogden WITH delivery from a second-hand store that is renowned for their maintenance and CS. called, still available, scheduled delivery for saturday afternoon. well, since weef was busy combing shariden's hair, i decided to do the laundry.
there were some things in the dryer that still weren't dry, so i restarted the dryer. 10 minutes later, they were all dry. we're talking damp towels, jeans, stuff like that.things that would normally take a LONG time to dry were done in a matter of minutes.
i forgot to mention that weef thought we should blow out the lint trap, so we tried that. i grabbed the shop vac, used the leaf blower part, and blew out whatever was caught in the exhaust and lint trap.
so then i re-ran the dryer, and everything worked great! "sweet! don't need the dryer!" i called the girl, said, "yah ... don't need it, but thanks!" she said that it was no problem, and please keep them in mind for any future appliance needs, which we absolutely will.
weef finished doing whatever it was she was doing. she came down and started doing laundry. next thing we know, her load of drying stuff wasn't dry at all. it wasn't even warm. "crap ..." so weef re-ran the load, i called the appliance people and asked if they could deliver it again. they said they could bring it sunday morning. under normal circumstances, i would have waited until monday, but this was dire.
i got sunday morning and weef was vacuuming the ENTIRE front room: under the couches, the couch bottom, sides, back, cushions inside and out ... everywhere. i, once again, was on laundry patrol
the load in the dryer was still damn, so i re-ran the dryer. again, 10 minutes later, everything was bone dry.
"umm ... lori?"
she came downstairs and i showed her the dry clothes.
"why is it when *i* dry the clothes, the dryer works, but when you use it, it doesn't?"
"i don't know. i always set it to the highest setting."
"really? on the dial, point to where you think the highest setting is."
she pointed dead center on the highest setting, but it was right when the dryer starts cooling down. The "fluff" time of the cycle. i laughed so hard that i shed tears.
needless to say, i called the appliance store again, rather embarrassed.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Conversely ...
Wherein last week we had a really great weekend, this weekend is shaping up to be one of the worst in history. And by "history," I mean since the dawn of time. Not just since weef and I got married; not just since we adopted girls 1 and 2. No no, reader. I mean since Adam and Eve were cast out of the Garden and forced to walk the untamed earth. That's right. My family and I are the recipients of THE WORST WEEKEND ever. Period.
Okay, okay ... I hyperbolize greatly. But it's probably true.
So, Friday morning, I checked movie times and prices for "Quantum of Solace." Found a good theater, checked the times, settled on the 8:05 PM show at the local theater, and called around to find a sitter. Some friends of ours agreed to a "date swap" night, where they watch our kids one night and we watch theirs the next night. Perfect! Called weef to tell her that we're going to dinner and a movie. She didn't pick up, and I didn't leave a message, but she called me back 5 minutes later. Earlier in the day, girl 1 had a doctor appointment for a routine physical. 4 shots in the leg for some booster shots = one grumpy little girl. Then came the chilling part.
Weef was holding girl 1 on her lap. She noticed something crawling in her hair. In fear, she showed the doctor, who said, "Yup. That's exactly what you think it is." Our poor little girl had an infestation of lice. And it was *bad*.
Now ... having never dealt with lice before, I thought, "well, comb them out, wash her up, and we'll send her over to our friends for our date night!!!" For those of you who have lived through this ordeal, you know the humor behind that statement. For those of you with the good fortune to have dodged this particular bullet, let me just say this: We discovered this Friday afternoon; it's Sunday morning, and we're nowhere near done with everything we need to do.
Just for us, we had to wash our hair with unconditioned shampoo, rinse, put in this foul smelling lotion that's supposed to kill ALL the bugs and eggs, leave it in for 10 minutes, rinse that out, towel dry our hair, then comb it for an hour or so--going inch by square inch over every part of our head: behind the ears, nape of the neck, and crown being the primary locations for lice to hide. It took us 4 hours JUST to comb girl one's hair. Girl 2 ... not nearly so bad. Maybe an hour. I just shaved my head down to about 1/16th inch. I do it pretty regularly anyway, so this wasn't a big ordeal for me.
Vacuuming every square inch of house with a shop vac--not a conventional vacuum cleaner, bagging all fuzzy and furry toys in air-tight bags, washing (no drying--dryer's dead) every stitch of clothing, changing bedsheets, pillow cases, spraying furniture, scrubbing ... more shampooing, lotioning, and combing. Even after two treatments of this supposed bug killing lotion, we *still* found live bugs in girl 1's hair. STILL!
We're not sleeping at all. Not well, anyway. We're too paranoid.
So here we are, under a self-imposed quarantine. No one comes in, no one goes out. Except the guy who's delivering our new/used dryer this morning. Ox in the mire, folks. Ox in the mire. Or as one friend put it, "bugs in the hair." Funny ... yet not.
Oh. Ha ha. Another friend skyped me during a small break and said, "Hey! You guys are now part of the Simpsons!"
"Oh ... yah? How's that?"
(long pause as he lets it build up)
"The Itchy and Scratchy Show!"
Again, funny ... but not a lot of funny.
So, yah. That's our weekend. How's everyone else's weekends going?!
Okay, okay ... I hyperbolize greatly. But it's probably true.
So, Friday morning, I checked movie times and prices for "Quantum of Solace." Found a good theater, checked the times, settled on the 8:05 PM show at the local theater, and called around to find a sitter. Some friends of ours agreed to a "date swap" night, where they watch our kids one night and we watch theirs the next night. Perfect! Called weef to tell her that we're going to dinner and a movie. She didn't pick up, and I didn't leave a message, but she called me back 5 minutes later. Earlier in the day, girl 1 had a doctor appointment for a routine physical. 4 shots in the leg for some booster shots = one grumpy little girl. Then came the chilling part.
Weef was holding girl 1 on her lap. She noticed something crawling in her hair. In fear, she showed the doctor, who said, "Yup. That's exactly what you think it is." Our poor little girl had an infestation of lice. And it was *bad*.
Now ... having never dealt with lice before, I thought, "well, comb them out, wash her up, and we'll send her over to our friends for our date night!!!" For those of you who have lived through this ordeal, you know the humor behind that statement. For those of you with the good fortune to have dodged this particular bullet, let me just say this: We discovered this Friday afternoon; it's Sunday morning, and we're nowhere near done with everything we need to do.
Just for us, we had to wash our hair with unconditioned shampoo, rinse, put in this foul smelling lotion that's supposed to kill ALL the bugs and eggs, leave it in for 10 minutes, rinse that out, towel dry our hair, then comb it for an hour or so--going inch by square inch over every part of our head: behind the ears, nape of the neck, and crown being the primary locations for lice to hide. It took us 4 hours JUST to comb girl one's hair. Girl 2 ... not nearly so bad. Maybe an hour. I just shaved my head down to about 1/16th inch. I do it pretty regularly anyway, so this wasn't a big ordeal for me.
Vacuuming every square inch of house with a shop vac--not a conventional vacuum cleaner, bagging all fuzzy and furry toys in air-tight bags, washing (no drying--dryer's dead) every stitch of clothing, changing bedsheets, pillow cases, spraying furniture, scrubbing ... more shampooing, lotioning, and combing. Even after two treatments of this supposed bug killing lotion, we *still* found live bugs in girl 1's hair. STILL!
We're not sleeping at all. Not well, anyway. We're too paranoid.
So here we are, under a self-imposed quarantine. No one comes in, no one goes out. Except the guy who's delivering our new/used dryer this morning. Ox in the mire, folks. Ox in the mire. Or as one friend put it, "bugs in the hair." Funny ... yet not.
Oh. Ha ha. Another friend skyped me during a small break and said, "Hey! You guys are now part of the Simpsons!"
"Oh ... yah? How's that?"
(long pause as he lets it build up)
"The Itchy and Scratchy Show!"
Again, funny ... but not a lot of funny.
So, yah. That's our weekend. How's everyone else's weekends going?!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Awesome Weekends Rule
This has been one of the best weekends in recent memory. Absolutely nothing grandiose about it; all we did yesterday was clean, clean, clean, clean, clean. "We" being weef and me. The girls sat around and watched movies all day. Not something I normally condone, but in order to accomplish what we wanted to do, it was a necessary evil. 'sides, it wasn't like we had them watching "The Matrix," or "Braveheart" ... they watched "Ice Age," "Cars," "Lady and the Tramp," and a couple of others.
The last few months have been frought with frustration and frenzied attempts to control tempers and tongues--especially on the weekends when everyone's home. It seems like, ever since the adoption, the adversary has been working quadruple time on us to try to tear us apart. I'm sorry to say that, on some small levels, I think he succeeded on a number of occasions. What can I say? We're not perfect. We do, however, try to put one foot forward instead of two feet backwards. In that, we're doing really well.
This weekend is what I consider the pinnacle of those attempts. The girls, weef and I seem to have come to some form of mutual understanding: the girls understand that we're in this for the long haul; we understand that they still harbor feelings of occasional doubt and fear that we attemt to allay with overdoses of hugs, kisses, and affection. Girl one--the one who remembers all the gory, sick, sordid details of the whole foster care ordeal--now smiles with regularity. Her eyes are bright, vibrant, and full of love. Girl two has literally no trace memory of what happened. We thank God every night that she doesn't. We also pray fervently that girl one will be relieved of her memories of her life before. I think we're there.
This weekend has been perfect. Headache and backache aside, I couldn't have asked for a better two days.
The last few months have been frought with frustration and frenzied attempts to control tempers and tongues--especially on the weekends when everyone's home. It seems like, ever since the adoption, the adversary has been working quadruple time on us to try to tear us apart. I'm sorry to say that, on some small levels, I think he succeeded on a number of occasions. What can I say? We're not perfect. We do, however, try to put one foot forward instead of two feet backwards. In that, we're doing really well.
This weekend is what I consider the pinnacle of those attempts. The girls, weef and I seem to have come to some form of mutual understanding: the girls understand that we're in this for the long haul; we understand that they still harbor feelings of occasional doubt and fear that we attemt to allay with overdoses of hugs, kisses, and affection. Girl one--the one who remembers all the gory, sick, sordid details of the whole foster care ordeal--now smiles with regularity. Her eyes are bright, vibrant, and full of love. Girl two has literally no trace memory of what happened. We thank God every night that she doesn't. We also pray fervently that girl one will be relieved of her memories of her life before. I think we're there.
This weekend has been perfect. Headache and backache aside, I couldn't have asked for a better two days.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
If At First You Don't Succeed ...
i'll say this about the gay community: they're persistent.
this is from KCRA's website:
"Matt Dorsey, a representative of the San Francisco city attorney's office, said City Attorney Dennis Herrera will file a legal challenge in the California Supreme Court if the measure wins."
sure. kind of like when i was a kid and i wanted a toy from the store. i used to kick, cry, scream and whine, thinking i'd eventually get my way.
my brother and i had a discussion about this. he said that he thought that, had the vote gone the other way, that the pro-8ers would have filed a petition too. i disagreed, and here's why:
most of the gay activists are ... what? young adults. 20s, 30s ... sure they have some in probably every age range, but my guess is that the overwhelming majority is going to fall in the 20s-30s.
i've noticed over the years that there's this pervading mentality of "entitlement"--"the world owes me" with the younger generation, and anything or anyone gets in their way be damned. "i am OWED this or that. GIVE ME WHAT I WANT."
now ...
that's not to say that the pro-8rs don't have their 20s-30s demographic that have the same mentality, but it just seems like, right now, it's "cool" or "hip" to be pro-gay marriage, and the majority of people who cling to that entitlement-ality are younger people. "gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme. " whereas the pro-8 side seems to have a much more balanced, spread-out demographic.
these are just my thoughts. i don't know if a demographics research would support my theories or not. just a hunch though ... i bet they would.
this is from KCRA's website:
"Matt Dorsey, a representative of the San Francisco city attorney's office, said City Attorney Dennis Herrera will file a legal challenge in the California Supreme Court if the measure wins."
sure. kind of like when i was a kid and i wanted a toy from the store. i used to kick, cry, scream and whine, thinking i'd eventually get my way.
my brother and i had a discussion about this. he said that he thought that, had the vote gone the other way, that the pro-8ers would have filed a petition too. i disagreed, and here's why:
most of the gay activists are ... what? young adults. 20s, 30s ... sure they have some in probably every age range, but my guess is that the overwhelming majority is going to fall in the 20s-30s.
i've noticed over the years that there's this pervading mentality of "entitlement"--"the world owes me" with the younger generation, and anything or anyone gets in their way be damned. "i am OWED this or that. GIVE ME WHAT I WANT."
now ...
that's not to say that the pro-8rs don't have their 20s-30s demographic that have the same mentality, but it just seems like, right now, it's "cool" or "hip" to be pro-gay marriage, and the majority of people who cling to that entitlement-ality are younger people. "gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme. " whereas the pro-8 side seems to have a much more balanced, spread-out demographic.
these are just my thoughts. i don't know if a demographics research would support my theories or not. just a hunch though ... i bet they would.
A Battle Lost, but 3 Battles Won
And really ... the "lost" battle is Obama winning the presidency, but after listening to his acceptance speech from Chicago, it's hard *not* to like him. What an incredible orator. If he can live up to his speech, I'll be impressed.
California, Arizona, and Florida all passed measures to add a line to their respective state constitution, defining marriage as being between a man and a woman. To me, this is SO much more important than the presidential election. It's 1:30 in the morning. I've stayed up specifically to keep tabs on those results in CA. I'm sufficiently sure that the prop has passed to where I can now go to bed.
California, Arizona, and Florida all passed measures to add a line to their respective state constitution, defining marriage as being between a man and a woman. To me, this is SO much more important than the presidential election. It's 1:30 in the morning. I've stayed up specifically to keep tabs on those results in CA. I'm sufficiently sure that the prop has passed to where I can now go to bed.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
THIS Is Infuriating
http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&sid=4697796
How incredibly hypocritical. "Courage" Campaign. Really? How courageous is it singling out a single religion because they oppose your campaign to defeat traditional marriage? Know what? Sounds like the exact kind of fear-mongering gays hate in the first place.
Unbelievably hypcritical. I hope prop 8 passes. I care more about that prop passing than I do the presidential election.
Grah.
How incredibly hypocritical. "Courage" Campaign. Really? How courageous is it singling out a single religion because they oppose your campaign to defeat traditional marriage? Know what? Sounds like the exact kind of fear-mongering gays hate in the first place.
Unbelievably hypcritical. I hope prop 8 passes. I care more about that prop passing than I do the presidential election.
Grah.
What a Super-Fantastic Day
It's election day, so I was already in a good mood right out of bed. Then I headed outside. WHAT a sweet morning! Rainy, dark, stormy ... "bruised and sullen storm clouds have the light of day obscured. Looming low and ominous, in twilight premature, thunderheads are rumbling in a distant overture."
It's a beautiful day. Don't let it get away.
It's a beautiful day. Don't let it get away.
Election Day! Make your voice HEARD!
Ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters, it is time. I hope all of you will make your voice heard and be counted in the greatest democratic process ever. I don't care who you vote for--just vote. If you haven't educated yourself on the candidates, there's no time like the present.
This day like no other is what makes America great. Most countries have an Independence Day. Some countries have a voting process. But NO ONE has this country but us. WE decide. Well, okay ... the electoral college decides the presidency, but there are other items on every other ballot in the nation. In Utah, we're voting for State Governor, Senate seats, House seats, district court judges (of whom I can honestly say I am familiar with several on a very personal basis).
Take it to the polls, people. This is our day. I personally volunteer to watch anyone's kids so you can make it to your voting station.
Make it happen, folks. Make this the best country in the world for a reason: vote.
This day like no other is what makes America great. Most countries have an Independence Day. Some countries have a voting process. But NO ONE has this country but us. WE decide. Well, okay ... the electoral college decides the presidency, but there are other items on every other ballot in the nation. In Utah, we're voting for State Governor, Senate seats, House seats, district court judges (of whom I can honestly say I am familiar with several on a very personal basis).
Take it to the polls, people. This is our day. I personally volunteer to watch anyone's kids so you can make it to your voting station.
Make it happen, folks. Make this the best country in the world for a reason: vote.
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