Voting

Voting in a small town has got to be the best....even if you're new to said small town!

I don't actually know how small my town is, but they let you ride horses and four-wheelers on the main streets. We don't have a grocery store. We do have Big Burger--it's really good! We have a park, an elementary school, A FIRE DEPARTMENT!!!! City offices, and a post office. As small towns go, it's small.

There is a place I want to visit that is next door to the Big Burger. Is it a gas station? Kinda, is it a convenience store? Maybe. I have yet to go in there. I am afraid of things and places that are not huge and impersonal. There is a gas pump outside....an old one. One of these days I will stop....maybe they have diet Dr. Pepper in a fountain drink. Nah. Well, you never know.

Back to Voting.

So, I drive around trying to locate the elementary school. That took 3 minutes. It's new and really nice, and big. I park the ol' Jeep, and head for the "Vote Here" sign. Luckily for those of us out of school for decades, there are hot pink signs with arrows pointing the way...VOTING.... Of course, I miss the sign that says "enter here" and almost barge in on a second grade class in session....

I go back, give them my voter registration card (she almost didn't know what it was!) (people all know each other, so they don't need them here). I am standing in line with 3 other people. Here's where it's fun. The sweet ladies taking our names are well known to the people in the line, and each one is giving and getting a ribbing from the other people in the line. It's just so comforting. These people know each other. They pretty much like each other, and they are willing to let a stranger join with their kidding like she belonged.

I mean, people at voting places are supposed to be relatively nice and helpful, right? I've voted in Las Vegas for cryin' out loud, and even they were nice and helpful. But it just seemed, that these people were there not only to help, but to welcome. I bet if I'd asked, they'd have brought me dinner tonight......just kidding....(not really.)!

It was so quick to vote....we got to use the touch screens! I felt special! But it was over too soon! The warm friendlyness that enveloped all of us there, friend and stranger, ended when I handed the "helper" my card, and had to leave.

It's a cold day here. I worry about the cold days to come concerning our Government. I pray that we all voted for the right person! I'm sure I did!

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When did I get so old?

Do you ever feel like life has passed you by? I do.

I have grandchildren....that's good, but these grandchildren are smarter than I am by like 100%

I grew up in the 50's. We played games like "Kick the Can" , and "Hide and Seek"....and if we were inside, we'd play Monopoly, Cooties, or watch TV that had only 3 channels and the Mickey Mouse Club!

Nowadays, it's the Playstation 2, the "DS" and the "WII" and all manner of game consoles and configurations that just pass my old brain by! And the GAMES....holy hannah! Who came up with all this stuff! It makes me wonder if the people who think these things up are really barely 20 years old making sure we all feel obsolete, and thus become old before our time!

The problem is that games are what they want for Christmas, and how am I, the age-befuddled grandparent supposed to know which game is right? Good Better Best. What is on the grandchildrens lists of good better and best usually does not meet with MY good better best! I just need a place where they are listed and explained (in age-befuddled english) so that I can make a decision that doesn't make me feel like I've compromised their innocence, made the parents hate me, and made the kids happy!

I want to do whats right. I don't want to get into a discussion of how video games rot their brain or how it makes them violent. It's the parents job to monitor, limit, and have conversations about whats right and wrong...I just want to give them a Christmas present.

I just wish it was easier or I was younger!

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