Monday, October 20, 2014

Doing My Civic Duty And Eating Mexican Food. And Other Stuff

When Lily and the boys got here today I said, "Hey, you want to go to Monticello and get lunch and I'll early-vote?"
"Can we go to the Mexican restaurant?" Lily asked.
"The best Mexican restaurant in Monticello!" I said.
Of course the joke of it is that there is only one Mexican restaurant in Monticello and we did go there and it was good. As we were walking in an old friend of mine was walking in at the same time and she ate lunch with us. It was good to see her and she's a former reporter, a, writer, an author, and works for environmental agencies and we talked a bit about politics and she assured me that Charlie Christ, the man running against Prick Scott (A Python On Ecstasy, as Stephen Colbert called him in THIS clip, which, if you haven't seen it, you really should just for the hilariousness of it) is actually very strong on the environment which was reassuring. I mean, I'd vote for a DEAD yellow dog against Rick Scott so I was already planning on voting for the preternaturally tanned former Republican, Christ, but it made me feel better about all of it. Plus, Christ is on the side of legalizing gay marriage (which, okay, I could make so many cheap jokes about but I will not) whereas The Python, of course is not.

Oh, Florida. How I do adore you!

So lunch was fun although the boys did not eat any. They did, however, find a little boy playing in the restaurant with some toys and they played with him. I think he must have been the child of one of the employees because he had his own little play area set up and that was fun. He was a very well-behaved little boy and I hope that Owen and Gibson took notes but I fear they did not.

I went to the place where you early-vote and Owen went with me and it was his first voting experience which he can remember. The man at the door asked Owen if he had his driver's license and the lady behind the desk grilled him as to his knowledge of politics, specifically, "Do you know who the President of the United States is?" and he did not but I whispered the answer to him.
"President Obama."
"President Obama!" he announced, and the lady was happy with that and she gave him an I Voted sticker and he asked for one for his brother and she also gave him two plastic cards with all of the presidents on it and told him to study it and that next time there would be a test.
I filled out my ballot, voting for Christ and for George Sheldon who is running against our asshole attorney general who believes in the sanctity of marriage so much that she is currently shacked up with a guy who is supposedly going to be her third husband very soon. I voted for medical marijuana and for the environment and some other stuff and then Owen fed my ballot into the machine and that was that.

Then we went to the Mexican import place. It was closed up but they have thousands of things outside that we explored at our leisure. Pots and folk art roosters and turtles and peacocks (like the one above) and iron furniture and pottery bird baths. I was enchanted with this one.

But the real reason we went was to let the boys play on the little carousel that I love and they did.

Right after I took this, Owen figured out how to not only make it go forwards but how to make it go really fast. He grasped the metal wheel in his hands and held them still and ran his feet like crazy. He got that thing spinning so fast that it flung Gibson right off his elephant and Lily and I both gasped and she ran to him and although his face had literally bounced off the dirt, he raised up and said, "I do that one more time?"
She and I laughed and laughed with the relief of him being okay and his strong Gibson spirit. 

And so it went and it was all very good except for the part where the boys yelled all the way home from joy and boy-juice and I thought I'd need a nap after they left but I managed to forge on without one. 

Mr. Moon has gone to auction. I have most of the chicken-and-Maurice-care arranged (thank you, Hank!) and I am hungry and will go heat up some leftovers. 

I am a most grateful grandmother tonight, a most grateful wife, a most grateful mother. And two nights from tonight I'll be in Roseland. 

One more thing. I read an online article about how Viagra can actually help with heart disease and the part that cracked me up was this:

"The analysis shows that PDE5i prevented the heart increasing in size and changing shape in patients suffering from left ventricular hypertrophy, a condition which causes thickening of the muscles in the left ventricle."

So Viagra does increase penis size and thickening but prevents all of that in the heart?

Shit. It's like the perfect drug!

Please consult your physician if you have a painful or prolonged erection lasting longer than four hours. I've always wondered- do you really need to wait four hours? Wouldn't two and a half hours of having a painful erection be long enough to cause you to reach out for medical help?

Okay. Obviously, that's enough. 

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. I will be going to vote early tomorrow, and I would bet my last dollar our ballots would be exactly the same. I bet you had more fun than I will, with the mexican food, folk art and the grandkids. Gail

  2. And don't you wonder how they figured out the two-hour, four-hour thing? Who were the people that tested the Viagra? And who took notes?

  3. I wonder how many men would have the nerve to go to the E.R. with a giant woody sticking out. Fuck, I would love to be in the E.R that night!

  4. Oh, I forgot to say...

    We are having our elections of mayor and council and it is the usual lineup of "Old Boys" and other assholes who don't give a damn about poverty or the environment. The only person worth voting for is this woman who I happen to love. Even her name is awesome.

  5. I love that peacock!

    Not to be nitpicky, but there's no "h" in Crist. Don't turn him into Jesus! LOL!

    I will be SO HAPPY if Pam Bondi is defeated, not to mention Scott. I gotta watch that python clip when I'm not at work. :)

  6. since I just got my voter's registration and driver's license changed to reflect my new permanent address, I need to find out where the polling place is. there is at least one person in this small town that will not be voting for any republicans.

    and I love Mexican import places almost as much as I love being in Mexico at a market.

  7. Elections and erections, I love this place!

    As my sort-of ex-brother-in-law says, "If I have an erection lasting four hours, I am calling every woman I've ever known!"


  8. Florida's politics are bad but not nearly as bad as SC which is the most fucked up state in the nation.

    I believe that I have had an erection lasting longer than 4 hours when I was younger.


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