Saturday, November 29, 2008

Thirty Hour Famine

Shortly after the big feast day, (yesterday), my eldest and her cousin commenced a 30 hour famine to raise money for World Vision and draw attention to world hunger. They are not alone, but with 5 other youth at our parish. Doing acts of community service, praying, sleeping in cardboard houses, and having nothing but clear liquids for 30 hours. They will break their fast with the Eucharist at today's 4 o'clock Mass and then feast together at a pot luck dinner provided by their families.

With each Cheerio I eat, and every section of clementine, I think of them.

"What so ever you do for the least of my brothers, so you do unto me."

Friday, November 28, 2008

The Inside Scoop on a Turducken

If an entree can be considered outstanding, delicious, memorable, it would be this year's Thanksgiving triplet. The bro and I both concocted fruit based stuffings for the layers. I will once again bow to his inventiveness. Putting squash in the stuffing is a very nice touch. So is soaking dried cranberries in rum. I, on the other hand, imbibed raisins and dried apples in cider.

This year drew friends as well as family to our table. Thus spicing up the usual Thanksgiving day fare. New recipes will be shared by all. Hits this year include some to die for Southern Sweet Potatoes, Pumpkin Cheese cake, Barley and Lentils, Pumpkin Indian Pudding, and the Pottage.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008


I received this in email today and was so touched, that I wanted to post it here. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. THIS is the best holiday of the year.



A Thanksgiving Message from Rabbi David Thomas
November 26, 2008

Dear friends,

This Thanksgiving, may you all enjoy abundance at your tables, fullness of heart and spirit and great compansionship. May the feast you put out tomorrow be mirrored in a feast for the heart and soul. And may it all fill us with a sense of gratitude for the many blessings we experience throughout the year.

Finally, I offer you one more recipe, by Mary Jo Shaffer,
which Dawn Shilts sent me. It is called Hearty Gratitude Soup and it is the perfect addition to any Thanksgiving Feast. Enjoy!
Rabbi David B. Thomas

Hearty Gratitude Soup Recipe
by Mary Jo Shaffer

If you are looking for just the right accompaniment to go along with your bird this Holiday, may I suggest that you simmer up a pot of Hearty Gratitude Soup. It's not my recipe; it has been handed down by great thinkers, philosophers and lovers of life from generation to generation, and now I am passing it along to you.

First of all, you have to take action if you want to make soup advises John F. Kennedy: "As we express gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them."

Meister Eckhart suggests that you start with a rich stock of thanks: "If the only prayer you ever say in your whole life is 'thank you'; that would suffice."

Don't be concerned if you can't find your measuring cups and spoons counsels Eric Hoffer: "The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings."

After you have added all of your ingredients to the pot, don't worry that you have left anything out assures Epictetus: "He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoices for those he has."

Add pinches and dashes of seasonings to taste hints Sarah Ban Breathnach: "Simple Abundance has taught me that it is in the smallest details that the flavor of life is savored."

Allow your soup to simmer over a low flame or burner says Albert Schweitzer: "At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us." And William Faulkner adds: "Gratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all."

Garnish with flair asserts Henry Ward Beecher: "Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul."

And finally, the secret ingredient in the soup is revealed by Melody Beattie: "Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow."

But don't forget, you must announce when the soup is ready reminds William Arthur Ward, "Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it." And Margaret Cousins agrees: "Appreciation can make a day, even change a life. Your willingness to put it into words is all that is necessary."

Now ladle out the rich goodness in everlasting portions and serve with love. Enjoy!

Mary Jo Shaffer is co-owner of Heart Projects, LLC, in partnership with her twin daughters Rachel Shaffer and Heather Knorpp.

One day and counting...

Actually, it is tonight. Tonight is the night when family gathers and the turducken is assembled. I look forward to this night every year. This is the icing; tomorrow is the cake.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

The Rundown

My husband's eyes weren't even completely open when I rattled off the weekend rundown in his general direction: Thirty hour famine community service, Advent preparation fair, 30th class reunion, 8 AM Mass on Sunday. The big feast is Thursday, and I'm thinking about how the weekend will unfold.

Thanksgiving will come together. Many hands make light work for all. The weekend will come and go, and Monday will arrive on schedule.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Cardinal Sean

Yesterday was the closing Mass for the Boston Bicentennial Celebrations. Two weeks ago I asked the little ones if they wanted to go, and got a resounding YES from both of them. Actually it was a resounding YES from the little one, who has a real admiration for the Cardinal. (Last summer, the then 7 years old and a struggling writer, decided to write to the Cardinal and ask him for a signed picture. He did send one, and it is on her dresser -- a place for all her favorite things.) And a not so loud YES, but a yes just the same, from the middle one. She is just about finished with her Girl Scout religious award and knew that attending a special Mass was part of the process for her completion. The plan to go was set. I, on the other hand, would have to address my fears of driving in Boston, especially to places I had never been before. I used mapquest and said a prayer. After all we were going in for Mass.

We had never been to the Cathedral of the Holy Cross. We walked in, and I wished I hadn't forgotten my camera. The church is like something out of Europe, with fantastic stained glass, beautiful woodwork, and old world pews. Despite being 45 minutes early, the place was packed. As all the front pews were reserved for clergy and dignitaries, we found seating towards the back, sitting among several different orders of sisters. We had our little cubby pew to ourselves, until a woman with three children and what seemed to be her two mothers in law came and joined us. As the Mass started, their little boy and my two crowded the aisle end so they could watch the procession. It was with a rock star enthusiasm that the little one pointed when the Cardinal walked by. And I wonder what he would think if he knew spell he had over her.

Being only 8, there was no way she could see anything but the habit of the sister infront of us, unless I held her when everyone was standing, so I did. Keeping her head high above the crowd. Letting her sit on my lap, so she would be inches above the heads when we were seated.

The Mass was multicultural. It reminded me of World Youth Day. The Cardinal's message was an easy one, and I am paraphasing; Jesus said, "Love one another. And when you help the least of my brothers and sisters, you are helping me." The children sat and listened. (The sound system in the cathedral is outstanding.)

And at the end, when the Cardinal walked by again, again there was a little girl, at the end of the pew, waiting to catch a closer glimpse. And I smiled. When I was growing up, I knew our church had a local leader, but he was always off somewhere else, and not accessible. This little one has seen the Cardinal three times this year: World Youth Day all pilgrim event, Fr. O'Brien's funeral, and this Mass. How lucky we all are that he is accessible and for the people, especially for this one little girl.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Carbon Footprint

"Just because you can pay for it, doesn't mean you should waste it." For the past two weeks, Citizen Energy's Claudia Stewart's bit of wisdom as been front and foremost in my thinking about heating our home, the amount of driving I do, and my recycling efforts. How much energy am I entitled to use, regardless of cost? What is my carbon footprint and how can I make it smaller?

During her talk on conservation Stewart made some down to earth statements that hit home. "It's winter in New England, not shorts weather." A no brainer if you ask me, but still some people feel as if they should be able to sit around their home in shorts and a tshirt mid November to March. So maybe during these tougher economic times, this is the right time for us to rethink this mentality. And not just to save ourselves financially, but to help our planet.

"It's New England. Winter comes every year." On the tail of her quick whit, Stewart offered these quick and easy solutions to decrease our home heating spending.
1. Cover the windows with plastic.
2. Use drapes.
3. Install magnetic or self sticking draft dodgers on doors.
4. Fill in cracks and spaces around windows and doors with the expanding foam insulation.
5. Install a programmable thermostat and then use it.
6. Reduce thermostat wars with a thermostat lock box.
7. Use energy efficient light bulbs.

Most of these ideas can be implemented for as little as a fiver. For short dollars we can conserve our heat and hundreds of our heating dollars. And therefore stop wasting money and our natural resources, whether it be oil, gas, wood or coal.

Stewart's presentation also talked about driving responsibly. It has me thinking more about walking, which of course has health benefits for more than my wallet. Granted living is the suburbs makes this difficult. There are times I have driven the girls to school -- an easy 10 minute walk. No more, rain our shine. Last night when we went to the school play, we all bundled up. We all walked. Exercise, fresher air, with a ka-ching in my step. And in recent months there have been more than a few times when I would find a time to carpool to the grocery store with friends. Something that needs to be more of a priority.

Before Stewart's talk, recycling was already big in this household. Not only do we recycling our own paper, cardboard, cans, plastic, glass, books, and household goods, we pick up those from others and get them to the proper bins and facilities. At times I have sighed under that added effort it takes to collect and redistribute, but I know it's all part of being in a commonwealth. Where we all should work towards the common good.

As the winter progresses into spring it will be interesting to see if our recycling and energy saving actions have a noticeable economic effect. I do know my heart feels warmer, and my footprint tighter, knowing we are trying to live more energetically responsible.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

What a difference a day makes

Twenty-four little hours...

Last night I was delighted to be at the high school varsity letter award ceremony. Mr. Welch, the Principal, spoke and the one line that I am sure stuck with everyone in the audience was, "This is the one time parents don't mind their children taking home an F." He was right.

Tonight there are stories all over the news regarding a stabbing at that same school. Unbelievable. Senseless. Shocking.

The driving is in the details

Some days I feel my backside is molded to the driver's seat in my vehicle. Yesterday afternoon was no exception. Al least I walked the girls to school and then walked back and forth for lunch while at the walk-a-thon. But the driving went something like this, after walking home from school:

1. Leave school with one daughter at 3 PM, walking.
2. Pick up another daughter at another school at 4 PM.
3. Pick up last daughter at school at 5 PM and take her and first daughter to play practice at church.
4. Take eldest daughter to Varsity Letter Awards Night at 6:30 at the high school. While husband drives back to church to collect other two and escort them to choir practice, after which he drove them home.

In the middle of all that was get dinner and feed people.

Today is a smidgen better with a dentist appointment at 2:40, a geology class from 3:30 to 5:30, and a scrapbooking stint from 6 PM to 8. I have asked that we look into carpooling for the evening event. I absolutely hate it when I drive behind our neighbor from three doors down to the same event. I guess when we start charging a delivery service fee these teenagers might start thinking about the Conservation of Resources and Time.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

I'm at the Walk-A-Thon this week

...walking and taking pictures. This is a fundraiser sponsored by a group of fifth grade girls who, so happen, belong to the same Girl Scout troop. They make posters for the event and the money that is raised is used to promote fitness at the school. Everyone walks for 30 minutes during their Physical Education class. The gym is set up with a series of lanes. We walk, skip, jog, crab walk, bear crawl, do front curls, over head raises, and dance. Everyone has fun.

Last year the money was used to bring in a Brazilian Martial Arts troupe. The entire student body attended hands and feet on demonstrations. It was wonderful. This year the money won't amount to half as much. It's the economy. Still, I'd love to purchase 22 pairs of snowshoes so each class could go out and walk, and exercise in the snow.

Monday, November 17, 2008

The Recipe

When I hear those two words, "the recipe" all I hear are the two Baldwin sisters of Walton's Mountain fame, talking about their daddy's work. This recipe is not quite a secretive, nor illegal.

Whiskey Sour Punch

1.75 liters of good whiskey
1/2 gallon of lemonade
1/2 gallon of orange juice
1 jar of maraschino cherries, including the juice
1 quart of ginger ale, not diet

Mix is a large pan or stock pot. Pour into smaller containers to freeze. Freeze, at least for a few days. Where the rule is: The longer the freeze the smoother the punch.

To serve: partially thaw a container or two, place contents in a punch bowl and serve.

Enjoy responsibly.

Sunday, November 16, 2008


The Whiskey Sour Punch is made and maturing in the freezer.

One morning this past week I woke up in a panic. Uncle Mike generally mixes the punch for Thanksgiving, and Uncle Mike won't be with us this year. And even worse, I didn't have the recipe. But uncles come through, and of course, pass on the family recipe.

In all my life of 48 years I cannot recall a Thanksgiving without Whiskey Sour Punch. One year Nana used some Wild Turkey. It had been a Christmas present to my Grampa from one of his business associates. That was some smooth punch. This punch won't be quite as smooth, but it should be good.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

What is it?

An elephant with a flat top? No... It's a quilt square of our home state with a heart just about where we live. I've had this project on the to do list for a week or so. The directions were to create a square that represents you and yours. Or something like that. What to do? I thought about designing something around Maple Sugaring, but let's face it, sugaring is truly a Vermont sport. I'm a displaced Vermonter at heart. I thought and pondered and yesterday when I woke up I had this idea of the heart showing where family and friends are welcome.

This morning I woke up with thoughts of baking hermits to take along when we visit Nana today. She has a sweet tooth, so why not eat hermits right after breakfast. I also had the idea of sharing Spark People with my niece who has recently changed her dietary habits to vegetarian. Part of SP is to show you how much protein, carbs, cholesterol, fat, and a host of other dietary checkpoints are part of your daily intake. With being a veggie, she questioned whether she is getting enough protein. SP could help.

I wonder what I'll wake up thinking about tomorrow. It's quite frightening actually.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Just a Picture Today

I have so many projects either started or in the wings that my mind can't settle on a topic for today. All thoughts lead to Thanksgiving, but along the way there is a baby shower, the head shots for the Fifth Grade play, visiting Nana -- long overdue, cleaning the gutters -- a job I'm actually looking forward to, (There is something liberating about being high on a ladder.), raking, the garage, washing the kitchen floor, etc... Being busy is fine, but too busy is overwhelming.

Warning to the locals: My eldest got her permit yesterday. (Yahoo! <- teenage cheer from behind me.) Actually, I can't wait to get her driving the Suburban in the same parking lot I learned to ride my motorcycle. Still I can remember confusing the gas with the brake when I was first learning. Here's hoping she has a better sense of left and right than I do.

Thursday, November 13, 2008


With the big holiday two weeks away, my thoughts have turned to festive food and drink. The main is a given: turducken. Three birds layered with two stuffings; no worries. It's a family tradition, a family project rooted in discussion of stuffing constructions that I wouldn't miss. Satisfyingly artistic as it may be to create the boneless trio, the true art lies in the sides; or side dishes. For it is in the sides that we draw family and culture to the table.

It's the pre-dinner beverage of Whiskey Sour punch that brings Nana within apron strings length. One sip and I hear her gentle but guarded laughter, eyes bright with a dainty punch cup in her hand. And of course, no one can make gravy like Nana. We've missed her gravy these past eight years. It's the cole slaw from Uncle Mike's Nanny. We're the only family I know that makes cole slaw on Thanksgiving, and it is delicious. It's the ten pounds of potatoes I can alway count on my mother to bring, and the squash -- which is already cooked and in her freezer awaiting the big day when it will be blessed with some of our maple syrup. It's the universal call for Green Bean Casserole, and canned cranberry sauce. What is it with that stuff? It's the girls eating all the baby gerkins and black olives before anyone else is sitting at the table. And Grampa proclaiming,"Apple pie without cheese is like a kiss without a squeeze."

Our trips to Plymouth have resulted in some cultural additions. We now make a pottage of cracked corn and spinach. Surprisingly enough the one who hates to eat anything new, loves this, and made sure it is on the feast day menu. She even picked out the official bag of milled corn when we were at the Plantation. It's the Indian Pudding quietly sitting next to the tradional bank of pies. Since emerging among the desserts, it's the only dessert for me.

This year we will have Turnip Soup on hand. A recipe from the Bosky Dell, to remind us of new friends far away. And Barley and Lentil casserole, a well loved recipe of my own connoction, for our beloved vegetarian, who will be well fed.

We will also have friends at our table bringing their family favorite sweet potato casserole. Rumor has it this dish is too fattening to prepare just for one's family. I can't wait to try it.

With two weeks to prepare I'm already putting together the shopping list. But more importantly, I can't wait to sitdown to a meal steeped in traditions, memories and love.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Plymouth Two

I spoke with the woman who hand weaves these carry-alls. No they don't offer classes. It is a cultural tradition that they are holding dear among their community. She comes from a long line of weavers, and is currently teaching her grandchildren to weave; the lucky ladies. I just hope that they hold dear the art, so that it is not forgotten.

Cooking a mixture of squash and beans from the garden for dinner.

Burning out a mishon. A few years ago we participated in a class on building a mishon. The girls had a great time scraping out the burnt wood with a sharp clam shell.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Plymouth Plantation

I love this place. We are always learning new things, seeing new things, experiencing new things. Though the strangest phenomenon is when the interpreters changed characters. This year, the old Myles Standish is the new Goodman Cook. And John Cook is now Steve. I bet they don't realize that they leave a lasting impression, but they do.

It was good weather, good kids and a new recipe for pancakes to try. I love this place.

Monday, November 10, 2008

As the plate clears

We have two compost barrels. One that has been filled and is composting and one that we add to. Composting household vegetable waste matter is easy. You generate waste. You collect the waste in a bucket on your kitchen counter. Daily, you carry the waste to the barrel in the backyard. You generate good stuff for the garden. Simple. But not so simple when your juggling too many tasks. For the past month I just couldn't get the waste to the backyard. No. we don't have a 55 gallon drum of refused carrot tops and squash peelings in the kitchen. Instead of composting I was tossing them out. It was the one job I could push away.

But after this weekend, my plate is a bit clearer. I breathed a sigh of relief, and noticed that I set aside the pepper tops and onion skins from preparing yesterday's dinner. It wasn't a conscious decision, it just happened. But this morning, I noticed the bucket and was okay with making a run to the bins outside. A month ago, seeing the waiting refuse would have caused my eyes to roll up into the back of my head.

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Massachusetts State Cross Country Meet

We went to the meet yesterday at Franklin Park. What a wonderful event. Young adults striving and pushing themselves. It was actually the icing on the cake for us, for our day was jam packed with birthday celebration fun, so we squeezed in the meet in order for my eldest to participate.

Cross country and track are wonderful sports. Even though each participant individually tries for a personal best, they function as a team and support each other fully. As a mom, I love it.

The weekend is over. I actually drove into and out of Boston without a scratch. A miracle. The Energy Conservation seminar was a success, and my back no longer hurts. I beginning to think it is my own personal anxiety meter.

Energy Conservation talk

Today is the Energy Conservation talk at our parish. It was the last event I worked on with our pastor, Fr. O'Brien, before he passed away this past September. He was a very giving priest, always trying to make sure we all had what we needed both physically and spiritually.

We are raffling off (for free) $50 in gasoline, a $25 gift card for a local super market, and a whole house Energy Conservation kit, as well as handing out light bulbs and boxes of cereal from another local grocery store. In addition to serving up advice on energy conservation we have baked delights and cider to serve.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

The Power of 3

Lately we've been watching Charmed, a TV show that I didn't even knew existed when it was originally aired sometime back when. The show is about sister witches that vanquished evil while facing their own personal dilemmas. It's cute. It's light. I wish I had their house, their cars, one of their size 0 bodies for my own shape... but I digress...

In each episode it takes the power of all three sisters to rid the world of the evil du jour. In some shows, one of the ladies gives it a go on her own, but in the end all three must band together to get the job done. For me, all the while we've been watching the series I'm knitting a baby blanket that our Crafters for Christ knitting group will donate to an area neonatal ward. There is no set pattern for the blanket. The only criteria are that it be 15 inches wide, 22 inches long and be made up of a pattern of three stitches to represent the Power of Three: The Holy Trinity. In a real sense these little blankets are prayer shawls for these tiny souls. So my pattern is a very simple one. Cast on 75 stitches. Work each row in the repeating pattern of knit 3, purl 3. Twenty two inches later bind off and then encircle the piece in 3 rows of single crochet.

During last night's TV watching session I finished the knitting part and I am now doing a single crochet boarder. Imaging that each row is a warming embrace from the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. The true Power of Three.

Friday, November 07, 2008

Shopping on the other side of the aisle

I love shopping at Kohls. Their clearance section is big, low priced and usually still has some must have buys. Generally I shop for me, for clothes at the end of January, when the sales are really big. But this week, a flyer came in the mail with an additional 30% off all prices, even clearance. I was sold, and squeezed in a trip early Wednesday morning.

On autopilot I made a bee line for the Young Woman's clearance section, skipping Juniors, for one daughter and 7-16 for the other two. After all it's okay for a mommy to do some mommy shopping. What I found was nothing. Oh sure there were clothes there, but not my style, not my shape, nothing. I circled the racks. How could these tried and true let me down? I had visions of new jeans, new chinos, maybe a new shirt: all with an extra 30% taken off the bill. If I had scored, they would be practically writing me a check to take the items out of the store. Let down I shopped for the girls.

One needed tights for the school play, and another a white tshirt for a tie dying party. The tights were easy, but the shirt proved problematic. What to chose? A hanes white t from the Men's Department or a more fashionable white t from Juniors. I wandered, and in the end it was the hip white all cotton fashion t in juniors, on clearance and with the additional 30% that scored a steal.

One last loop of the store, (after all I hadn't seen housewares yet) and then off to the register. As I passed the Jewelry Department and the Vera Wang section (which looks great on the display and not on me) I spotted Womens, and not the Young Womans section I've shopped for years. They had jeans, on sale, chinos on clearance, shirts too. I hestitated. Usually I shopped Womens for Christmas presents for my Mom and Aunt. Was it time for me to cross the aisle?

I'd give a look. After all, maybe I would find a good buy for a Christmas present. One rack into the department and I found jeans made for me, my body style. And the chinos laid out next door, with their wider legs, were calling me name. Twenty minutes later I walked out with two bags full; some for me, some of the girls, some for others. All for an extra 30% off the already low clearance prices.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

High Anxiety

High Anxiety... Isn't there a song or something with Mel Brooks singing those few words?

Right now, those two words describe my life. But after this weekend, all should be better.

Isn't that always the way? After this, after that; after I take this test. After I get through these errands and then somehow get dinner on the table, all before running two children in two different directions, while finishing the other's homework. The mantra in the back of my head alternates between, "I'm tired, God," and "I'm tired and I wanna go to bed."

The other day, I confessed to a friend, that I was looking for a real job. With all my stay at home time, I am too busy. You would think it would be the opposite. With long afternoons lounging on the couch, bonbons at the wrist, watching soaps. My life is not that case study. Instead I am crazy busy with volunteer opportunities at the school and church, and I confess -- still painting the garage. All the while, seeing the importance of exercise in my life.

To make room, timewise, I was going to quit banjo. But lately, it is the only activity that offers me a calm port. Truthfully, I have been so busy, I probably picked the darn instrument up twice in three weeks... not good. But over that past couple of days, after tuning it (read: miracle here) I have been seeking out its solace. I love the comfort of the banjo. It takes me to a restful place. If only for 10 minutes.

Still this weekend lays before me. But I am fortifying myself with maps to Franklin Park and then more maps into the bowels of the big city Boston. I will survive and I will more than likely enjoy myself. In the meantime, I'll bake for the Energy Conservation talk the parish is having, take more head shots for the fifth grade play, get the latest batch of photos to the Youth Ministry Group, finish writing the blurb for the bulletin, and look for a real job to occupy my time.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008


From the yesterday to do list, all I did was vote. Sorry Starbucks, I can't visit even for a free cup of coffee. We have a neighborhood coffee shop that gets all my caffeinated business. Instead we went ice skating, and raked leaves. We now have a mountain range outside our house. The highest peak reaches to the little ones shoulder.

They wanted to jump in it. I said, "No." Don't get me wrong, all weekend they rolled in pine needles and then proceeded to transport them all around the house: in the kitchen, the living room, littering the stairs and hall, upstairs to their bedroom. The concession was, when the maples drop their leaves, you can jump in them. They don't stick like pine needles.

And Ben and Jerry, sorry again -- but I'm a Spark Person, and you're not in my plan.

Obama won. The country will move forward and hopefully recover.

I heard on the radio this advice, "Vote today. Volunteer tomorrow." It's going to take a nation working together to instill change. A little bit of change on all our part will result in a nationwide turn around.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Voting and SO Much More

Today's do list:

1. Vote
2. Get a free brewed coffee at Starbucks. (Where will the lines be longer: The polls or Starbucks?)
3. Get a free ice cream cone from Ben and Jerry (my new best friends for life) from 5 to 8 PM.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Don't Waste Your Vote

Tomorrow, make sure you vote. We are so lucky to have a say in who leads us. Besides if you don't vote, you have no right to complain. So vote, so you can complain effectively.