The miles to Thanksgiving...

I love Thanksgiving. Love love love it. It's one of the simplest holidays of the year, yet it holds probably the most meaning for Americans, especially those of us who are descendants of those pioneers that landed in Virginia. We can join together as family, not worrying who is blood related or just adopted in, and we can celebrate all the ways we have been blessed.

One hitch though: When family dinners overlap. This situation can get a little sticky, especially when parents are divorced. Mom is asking me to be at her family's dinner in Carthage (an hour drive from the Boro), and my Dad wants me to be at his sister's house. Really and truly, I want to join my boyfriend at his Aunt Judy's home in Hendersonville (another hour-long drive).

Who do I say yes to?

Who do I say no to?

Why can't someone have their dinner on Friday?! I'm free on Friday!!!

I guess I'll just have to start driving on Thursday and figure out how far I want to drive...

I voted....

I voted because I've been granted the privilege to much like these lovely Iraqi ladies.

Don't worry, I did my homework and voted for the candidates that held values closest to mine, maybe not the values that are popular but that matter to me and my family. You'd be amazed at how many people don't hold true to that thought.

Here's to the next term for our House of Representatives and Senate!