You Vote in a What? or Lack of stuff to talk about…


My brain has been working on a new website, and my head is DONE thinking about  all things Internet.  I know some of you are thinking.. "you work with Internet stuff all the time!"  You would be right.. but  I don’t create websites! HTML scares the ba-jeb-uhs (is this a word?) out of me.  So I’m going to blog about something that doesn’t make me think of my lack of skills in writing HTML.

I moved out to the middle of no where in 1994.  The Man already lived on 40 acres out here… I’ve NEVER (read that one more time) NEVER EVER wanted to live in the country. I had a goal and it was not to live out here.  Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t trade my life for anything… But moving out here was a real challenge for me. 

Back in November some of my online eBay friends were talking about where we voted, how many people were there, and how long they waited.  My eBay friends are from all over!  There is Bettye, and Stacey in New York, Jacki in San Diego and Kat in Colorado Springs (just to name a few).. My little voting place was really different than all of theirs!  Maybe it’s different from yours too..

I vote at the Briles School House.  It’s a pretty cool building that used to be a one room school house.  It sits on a Kansas road, surrounded by farm land.  The kids and I went and voted on that beautiful November day.. around 1:30PM.  

                                 The School House from the Road.. You can see it’s packed with the 4 cars out front!

There wasn’t really a wait.. since I chit-chatted with Mrs B.. I should tell you Mrs. B. is a REAL Farm Wife (and my neighbor). Sometimes I have seen her fixing  fences in the creek, throwing hay, and doing chores I could not imagine even attempting. 

I made child #2 stand in one of the booths so it would look full Don’t you love the picture of George Washington on the wall?

                                                                                                                My Ballot…

This was my ballot, which I marked with a pencil, then slid into a large metal box, that looked like the school’s metal shop put it together.  This all may seem really foreign to you.. but it’s just my life. 

Here’s a little something weird to know about me.  I didn’t know who I was going to vote for (for President) until I got in the booth.. and then when I came home I cried.. because I thought I might have voted for the wrong one..  what a mess!