he votes tomorrow. how friggin’ exciting is THAT?

We are currently less than one half hour away from November 4th.
This is the first year that Tyler gets to vote.
This is also the first year I am voting on what I believe in and not what my father has convinced me was the right thing to do with his endless chatter.

Last week I got to visit my brother. I was certain we would spend 20 minutes together and then I would rush out the door. How wrong I was. I spent FIVE HOURS with my brother.  Only one hour of that was staring at him as if my dad had possessed his body.  I wanted to debate with him, but it was clear that he had his mind made up.
I asked him, “What if I was a lesbian, you wouldn’t want me to get married?”
He stopped for a second and laughed and said, “I don’t want to see you kissing another chick.”
He might be the only man alive that have ever muttered those words.
He insisted that I should listen to Rush Limbaugh and then decide. That was all I needed to hear. I said, “I think you should listen to everyone else and then decide.” That was all he needed to hear.

He did say, if Obama gets elected that in ten years we will be paying 10 for a gallon of gas. I might need to write those words down because it was from my other brother that insisted that the whole ‘gayness’ came from two satanist having sex. He totally denies that, but who can forget something that absurd?

We decided it was best to talk about our past and oddly enough, reminiscing about those horrors were better than talking politics.

I’m so excited about tomorrow that I am not even concerned that there is a doctor that is going to shove more stuff inside of me, take my urine and run more blood tests.  The odds that I will be put on yet another antibiotic isn’t either bothering me.
No, that’s not true. I am concerned. I’m scared shitless. I’m learning though that I am doing this on my own. I am stronger than I have ever given myself credit for.
I can walk this walk. I’ve been here before and I can do anything I put my mind to.

….and tomorrow…we either dance a little dance of victory or we keep fighting for the truth and for what is right.  That goes for this country and for my damned kidney!