Because I Always Wanted to be a Pollster

Look on the left side of my blog. I have a little poll over there. Yes, I am making you come to the blog instead of reading it in your reader. I am a harsh task mistress.

Today I sent money to Larry Kissell, who is running against Robin Hayes, a man who believes I am not a good American. I am sick of being told that because I am educated, I am elitist. I am sick of being told that my lack of religion makes me unamerican. I am sick of being told that liberals don't work hard or know what sacrifice means. So when I hear that someone says “liberals hate real Americans that work and accomplish and achieve and believe in God”  I do what I can to defeat that person. Since I can't vote against him, I give money to the person running against him.  I am educated. I am not Christian. I work my ass off. I take great pride in my family and my life. I am proud that America's strength is that we are allowed to think for ourselves and form our own opinions and vote accordingly, even if I don't always agree with how my fellow Americans vote. I take great offense when someone tells me I am unamerican because I don't believe what someone else believes. 

Have I mentioned that I can't wait until the election is over?

This is a picture of Noodle wearing my mother's cashmere sweater that I inherited when she passed. We were waiting for a homecoming parade that took place in Weaverville, NC. Noodle calls it the 'Mimi Hugs' sweater because it is so soft and snuggly and that's is how she wants to remember her grandmother, as soft and snuggly. I remember her that way too.