Thursday, October 21, 2010
Vote For Nixon
I am embarrassed to blog. I thought I was embarrassed because I didn't want people to think I was so arrogant I thought they should read what I have to say. But, the truth of it is, I am embarrassed because I am so arrogant I think people should read what I have to say. I probably always have been. All that pontificating I did in the first grade when I tried to get my democratic family to vote for Nixon should have been the first clue. I have never publicly admitted to anyone that I tried to get my mother to vote for Nixon (very loudly in the voting booth) until now . My family has never mentioned it again except for my Grammy Lu who referred to it as, "The Unfortunate Incident". Actually, I really wanted Pat Paulson to win, which segues perfectly into explaining the title of my blog. If you know who Pat Paulson is you were watching the Smother's Brothers in the late 60's. Which means you are over fifty or pretty darn close. Well, I am pretty darn close. I thought that by fifty I would be successful, have raised my kids, and could now travel and read alot. At 49 1/2 I have only finished raising one kid, I have a thirteen year old and a five year old at home. I am not successful by societal measures, but my husband is, which makes me successful by default. I do read a lot, but lately I seem to be playing a lot of Sneezies on my IPad ( a game an infant can play) and the only travel I am doing is driving south on I-5 to Disneyland. Fifty doesn't look anything like I thought it would when I was thirty. Thank God. I am happy and the reason, at least for today, is I have learned I can do anything I want and what I want is what I am doing. Go figure. Me, former shortest showgirl in the world, Disney Princess, and Equity Dinner Theater Star would throw up if I had to go on stage again. I like it in the audience. I like watching my kid on the stage and I have passed the torch. Oh, but what a glorious torch it was! I am very much hoping for another fifty years and I have little to no regrets about the first fifty, except, of course, for "the unfortunate incident" in the voting booth in 1968. All in all, not bad.
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Well, I remember "the unfortunate incident" very well. I was trying to teach my two darling daughters about voting, how voting is done, the importance to vote, and the seriousness of the secret ballot. We three were stuffed into the small booth, curtain pulled tight with DeAnne yelling at the top of her lungs "VOTE FOR NIXON, NO, NO MOMMIE, VOTE FOR NIXON". Now, Deeny Lee, tell about when you wrote to the President asking him to put prayer back into the schools. I am so proud of you - you grew up knowing your own mind and then with the ability to change it - very positively - and always with a sense of humor.
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