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So far I’ve abstained from nearly every political discussion. I’m Libertarian and so disappointed with each candidate that I will be choosing the one who seems to least oppose my views. At the moment the political race is depressing at best. I do not feel Obama floated down on a cloud to save us all nor do I find McCain remotely appealing. Yet, this is not my beef. 

This is a weird a time for me. Like most people I have several circles of acquaintances based on shared experience. In one I can tell I’m seen as the fruitcake conservative and in another I feel marginalized for being the liberal whacko. Thankfully, those I call my friends tolerate my opinions when I choose to share them.

What has me so pissed off at the moment is an attitude running rampant throughout several platforms in which I visit and participate. The belief that one person is superior to another for an opinion based decision makes my skin crawl. We vote because we are a democratic republic. There are going to be losers in this election. The people that voted for them are still your neighbors, friends, and coworkers. They are not suddenly idiots because of one opinion based decision. (I’m not saying morons don’t exist.)

I fully understand the need, desire, and excitement felt by someone who is fired up by a  cause. I get it. What I don’t get is the hatred spreading on both sides of the aisle. It’s sinister and it needs to stop. On November 4th I and most of my friends and acquaintances will step into a booth, pull a curtain, and make choices, hard choices. They are based on opinions, hopes, and unfortunately fears. The choices my friends make does not lessen them in my eyes if it does not agree with my own. They are not idiots, racists, bigots, or stupid if they choose differently. We all live have to live with the outcome in November.

Web design, writing, horseback riding, meal delivery, that’s what weekends are made of.

I’m beat. Please remind me of days like today the next time I mention boredom.

Have I mentioned that I get to go to Google’s Ribbon Cutting on Tuesday? No? Well, you must be one of the few people I don’t bore to tears on a regular basis. I’m so excited I can’t stand myself.

Hard to believe, but my little man is turning three.

 

Happy birthday Mark-a-doodle.

Wow Hanna, you shouldn’t have.

We arrived at the inlaws last night around 9:30, surprising everyone, including myself.  I haven’t had Internet access since we left the motel on Tuesday morning and won’t have it reliably in the near future.

I’ll update when possible.

Babies might only need to toss and turn from one to six am, but I need a little more.  A night like last night is the reason I padded our travel time by an extra day.

Liveblogging the trek.  All typos are courtsey of my stepdaughter who has been kind enough to type while I drive.

First Blood:
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There is a long standing Smith family tradition, there shall be no trip without injury. 7:45

AM Mark fulfilled the prophect. Sixty-five miles from home and one more item is off our to do list.

We have yet to yield to the tempteion of Pixar. This trip should be sponsered by Johnson and

Johnson, and caffeine. (All type o’s courtesy of the step-dughter) 🙂 HI!!

Swamp Feet:
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Second rest stop. 153 miles in. 9:30AM Much to my chagrin, the boys discovered a less famous

but no less pungent cousin to the Bog of Eternal Stench. Much to the delight of a passing youth

group, enthusiastic foot washing follows. Patience holding strong, no need for concern. The sarch

for Wi-Fi begins.

Just keep driving, Just keep driving:
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I-26 North Carolina = road construction. Good times, a la stop and go trafic near

Hendersonville. Apparantly I-26 needs resurfacing again. As it does every summer. This may be the

first time I’ve navigated the gorge by daylight. Keeping an eye out for Bruce Wayne as we pass Bat

Cave, NC.

12:30 Chimney Rock Detour

We stopped to dip our toes in the Broad River, pictures will be posted this evening.  Mark added a few more minor abrasions to his

collection.  I may have to consult Ivy for stain removal advice after a semi truck crossed the

yellow line on Hwy 64.  Atlanta Bread Company’s wifi is a no go and the search continues.

2:30pm Strange Brew Internet Cafe

I sit here smelling patchouli and armed with a hot cappucino.  We’re about to head on to Knoxville.  The last rest area yielded another skinned knee.  This time Aidan has the badge of honor.  Just hanging in and hanging on.

Dear clutter* of spiders who may or may not be brown widows,

This is your eviction notice.  I didn’t mind so much when you first moved in behind the screen. It was a mini Animal Planet Show unfolding as I washed dishes.  Would you eat today?  Would the gnat escape?  It’s summer, surely I could spare a little real estate, it’s too hot to open the window.  Who doesn’t appreciate a few less bugs in the world. But then you took advantage of my laziness generosity and invited your friends.

Your friends have no respect for my property, there are bug carcasses piling up, spent web blocking my view, and the wiggling, oh the wiggling.  You have until noon; after lunch the vacuum and Windex move in.

MGMT

I had to Google the collective noun for spiders and there is no safe filter for this.  All the answers are multitudes of eight legged and crawly things, waiting to pounce with sharp pointy fangs.

Look Mr. I-drive-a-silver-Prius-because-I-want-to-appear-as-though-I-care, maybe you should care enough about your little girl to buckle her into her seat.

And to the cop driving by oblivious to the girl bouncing all over the back seat, I hope you were on your way somewhere important.