I have two stickers November 4, 2008
Posted by Karen Joy in Arizona, Homeschooling, Political Thought, The Dear Hubby.5 comments

I applied online for a mail-in ballot, but I guess with the birth of Fiala and all, I didn’t get the thing filled out early enough to actually mail it in. I know that you can leave things blank if you’re unsure about the candidates for the school board, or which superior court judge should stay and which should leave, or which proposition should get my yes vote. But, I’m the kind who likes to vote for everything. And, if I’m going to vote for it, I need to be educated about it. And, in order to be educated, I need to read all I can that’s been published in print and online, both from neutral parties and those biased. All of that takes time, which I haven’t had in spades, lately.
Thankfully, here in Arizona, once the “mail-in” ballot is completed, it can be turned in to any polling place.
My hubby and I completed our ballots last night, after the kids were in bed. It took about 90 minutes. I first went through the gigantic, two-sided thing and marked everyone/everything of whom/which I was well-informed (or highly-opinionated, one or the other). Then, I pulled out all my election booklets and read through the appropriate sections for the people or issues of which I was unsure. Then, I went online and did some more reading — interviews with candidates, organizations that gave their opinions, etc.
I filled everything out.

Could YOU vote for him?? Plus, he said, "I have three children... Both went on to college..." He's either confused about his children, or about his grammar, neither of which is good for a governing school board member
The only thing that was an under-vote was for our local school board. There were five candidates, of whom I could vote for three. One guy, I knew for certain I was going to vote for. Looking into the other four, of one woman I thought, “OK, she sounds like she’d do a good job, even though she has no experience and is trying to make the leap from stay-at-home mother to elected position overnight…” The other guys… Umm… No. One of them even said that home schooling was a “major challenge” that faced the public school system, listing it as a problem area that needed to be “addressed.” Hm. The other two guys, well, one of them was opposed to standardized testing and measurements in general, which… well, I think it’s important that one actually learns something before one is handed a diploma. The other guy (and this was my most scientific evaluation) simply looked like a jerk. I mean, I saw several photos of him, and he looks like a … well, a jerk. I couldn’t vote for him. So, five candidates, three positions, and I voted for two.
Anyways. With the mail-in ballot came a sticker that says “I Voted Early.”
At about 6:30 a.m. this morning, my husband took both our ballots to our polling place, not knowing for certain if he could turn in my ballot too, but we thought it was worth a try. It worked. He said, “There were a couple of hundred people there already, and I just walked right by them and turned in our ballots.” After he did so, the election official gave him two stickers of “I Voted Today,” one for each of us.
So, now, I have two stickers.
I’m thinking about wearing them both, just to mess with people.
Everyone keeps asking… November 4, 2008
Posted by Karen Joy in Family, Motherhood, Parenting, The Kids.add a comment
“…So, how’s Audrey doing, being a big sister?”

Sisters
The short answer to that: Depends on the minute of the day. Or second.
The first week was honeymoonish. Everything was dreamy and perfect and domestically peaceful. Now, Audrey is extremely emotional, both highs and lows. She loves Fiala, but seems to be really conflicted about the adjustment. It’s no wonder, of course.
I’m doing my best to keep things as normal as possible for her: reading her tons of books, giving her lots of hugs and kisses, letting her be a “baby” as much as she cares to, giving her a lot of lattitude for her especially emotional times (like bedtime), etc. But, she still, it’s like everything is tragic and dramatic in her world. She drops her napkin and cries hard, panicking. She’s ALWAYS been a child who likes things “just so” and now, she’s taking it to the extremes, almost obsessive-compulsive like, trying to create a little order and comfort in her world that has been highly effected by the life of another human, edging in on her familiar territory.
I’m trying to find the balance between valuing her emotions and placating her wishes… but not letting her get continually out of control with the tears and fits and demands. It’s a hard row to hoe.
Moments after these idyllic pics on the left — during a moment when Ethan just happened to have the camera and started snapping — Audrey was on the floor, screaming about something. I don’t even remember what. I think I laughed, which is probably not the best way to handle things, but it just seemed so crazy to me, the absolute contrast between peace and panic, with only seconds’ space in between.
Such is life in a family when the baby gets displaced, I suppose, at least when the baby is a girl… 


