Illusion of Choice

so the year is 2012 and since that is divisible by 4, it means that come november, there will be a presidential election.  i am like a lost puppy this year, having proudly voted for ralph nader in each and every election since i came of voting age.  i guess at age 78, he is allowed to give up the good fight, even if it does leave me stranded.  i got to see him speak in athens when i was in college (right after i got my belly button pierced = multitasking) and the thing that sticks out most for me was how incredibly long his fingers were.  oh yeah, and he was awesome and articulate and consistent and respectful.

i am in fierce opposition to the two-party system, and suppose i have been for a while.  i just don't think it's realistic to divide people in half.  nor do i think that being fiscally conservative must make you socially conservative. and i am getting increasingly frustrated with the illusion of choice that is romnobama.

i thought i might watch the presidential debate and get some perspective on what is going on these days in the wonderful US of A.  i must warn you that if you are looking for some brilliant commentary or response from me on the issue, turn back.  mohs kept daddy company on the couch during the broadcast, but i spent the time debating with panzer about the relative merits of spaghetti (yummy) versus worms (yucky), doing the potty dance, and coaxing him into the bathtub.  i am half-envious/half-disgusted at you people who have time or energy to be political.

i wake up later to find out that a key issue in the debate was big bird.  say what!?  i can't think of a better way to alienate people completely unnecessarily than attacking their kids' friend.  because not all parentss get up before the sun comes up to spend quality non-TV time with their kids, reading books and racing cars and watering plants and explaining, in vain, what a mummy is.  as an aside, panzer gave no sign of understanding what a dead person wrapped in toilet paper means.

cut over to the second debate, and i wake up to find out that the childish bickering has spawned two new english words:  romnesia -- to describe mitt romney's selective memory when it comes to major policy decisions, most of which revolve around women's issues.  and obamarrhea -- physical illness brought on by simply experiencing the current presidential administration.

it amuses me that the supporters of each have a permanent new vocabulary word, while the haters relate it all to being childish meanieheads.  i happen to think they're both very clever.  which might make me a childish meaniehead...

but REALLY, these are my choices?  yeesh.  so, in my infinite free time i take a closer look, to realize that romnobama are both in support of bailouts, sending americans out to deal with senseless violence and drama in other countries, restriction on gun ownerships, and indefinite detention of american citizens with no due process ... and against balancing the budget and controlling spending anytime before i'm a real-life bona fide senior citizen.  yeesh.  are americans really going to divide themselves and choose a president over the epic adam-and-eve vs. adam-and-steve debate?  yeesh again.

as of this moment, i can't even comprehend what i'm to do with this information, other than defect to a third-world country, preferably with a favorable exchange rate to the U.S. dollar, fair weather and a nice beach with a reasonable probability of withstanding impending sea level rise.  i'd be willing to take an array of qualified individuals with me to start our own society.  again.  it'd take at least a couple hundred years to really screw that up.  i may never be able to look my nickels, quarters, and $1 bills in the face again...


so anyway, back to what i do know and understand ... in other news, i am 100% convinced that holidays are the best part about having your own family.  (today anyway -- tomorrow, the best part may again be the excuse to go to bed at 8 p.m.)  i've always been about celebrating holidays in silly ways, but even aaron is inspired -- he was insistent on trick-or-treating last year even though P could barely walk, was not deterred by the late hour in viewing fireworks for the 4th of july, and i suspect we will never have a december without a REAL tree, even if we are totally behind schedule and there are only 6 days left until christmas.  as we head into october, thanks to the aunties for making sure the kids are always stocked up on glow-in-the-dark skele-ruda outfits ;)

anyway, the pumpkin patch was an easy choice today.  P woke up in his pumpkin PJs talking about pumpkins.  when we went on our morning coffee run, we took a long detour through the pumpkin display at safeway.  i sprung the 79 cents for a panzer-sized mini-pumpkin, and listened to him say "i lick it!" all the way home.  P didn't let the pumpkin out of his sight, and to jump to the end of the story, he is sleeping with the pumpkin right now.  (along with a lot of other things -- you can see it between george the monkey and the heebie-jeebie's foot).

we went to freeman farms last year, closer to halloween, and had a good time, but P was really in his element this year.  as an aside, only the attorney mom spends time trying to get her kid to stand next to the release-of-liability sign.  but i couldn't resist the skull and cross bones paired with the big red barn against the brilliant blue sky...  anyway, P would've sat on the choo choo train all day if it weren't for pesky mommy dragging him through everything.  along with pumpkins, P is also obsessed with tractors, cows, trains, scarecrows, and popcorn.  NOT  the merry-go-round ... i got him acquainted with the "chicken" we would be riding, and he did fine as long as i sat on it with him (which i am sure violated some weight limit and/or OSHA regulation ... and certainly constituted an inherently dangerous activity for which i assumed all risk of injury).  but when i hopped up and stood next time him, mid-ride, he freaked.  thankfully, early in the season, it was not crowded and as the only people on the merry-go-round, were able to demand it stop immediately and release us.  we came by the merry-go-round a few more times, but the best i could get from panzer was a "hi, chicken."  he would not get any closer.

mohs of course was happy to come along for the ride in his tractor onesy.  he was into the animals, giving them his signature unblinking stare as he assessed them, their purpose and intentions, and how he could most efficiently bend them to his will.  he is a hair-puller though (always grabbing the little ones at the base of my neck with a steel grip, ouch) and the poor goat was no exception.

aaron and i have carved pumpkins every year that we've been together.  however, never have we paid $19.75 for a single pumpkin plus the joy of picking it yourself and hefting it, plus almost 50 pounds of children and a garbage bag full of kettle corn, back to the stationwagon.

turns out we purchased the biggest pumpkin they've seen so far -- something like 28 pounds.  now that it's home and panzer wants to "ride" it, it makes sense to get one that approximates his weight and size, otherwise i'd be tripping over it and stubbing my toe in the dark while P rolled it around OR even better, it would be smashed into smithereens and smeared all over the house before i figured out he was using it as a new ball.  for you easterners, in arizona, it's hot and dry so pumpkins don't last long after you carve them -- we have a few weeks of just enjoying the monstrous beauty before it becomes a work of art and quickly deteriorates.