I Voted, My Kids Owe Me $100, and Closure

I took the kids with me to vote this morning. (See crappy cell phone picture. Our regular camera is broken). As we were trying to leave the house Ian kept saying that something was going to “get him”.I voted Claudia

In my super tactful fashion I said “Let’s go! If anything is going to get you it will be Mommy, or possibly the rhythm.” Then I began to sing a la Gloria Estefan.

On the way to the polling place (in between singing the same four measures of “The Rhythm is Gonna Get You” to an unusually appreciative audience who kept yelling “Again! Again!”) I bet the kids $50 each that we would see the neighbor who raked our yard yesterday when we went to vote.

This was my first time voting since I moved to Virginia, but luckily I was able to find the right place with no problem. There were a lot of cars on the parking lot, but there weren’t any lines outside. It didn’t look too bad. Then as I was putting the kids into the double stroller a bus pulled right up to the door.

It was a bus from a nursing home.

I am not making this up. I wish I were.

So 15 minutes later (we all needed the same ramp, me with the double stroller and they with the walkers and wheelchairs and canes) I walk into the temple. I’m not just saying that. I vote in an actual temple. I sign in without incident unless you count 45 really old people fawning over the twins, which was okay because even Claudia was being sweet and I get into the second line and BAM! There she is. The raking neighbor. I had no choice but to be gracious and thank her, and she was very sweet about it and said that she was raking her yard and she saw the leaf truck coming and said that before we bought the house she used to rake our lawn all the time anyway because it was a rental property (Hello. Run on sentence.). Blah blah everything is okay. I feel much better.

But the kids owe me fifty bucks each. I told them we would see her there.Ian voted

On the way out (again, I swear this really happened) the high school chamber orchestra was playing “Ding Dong the Witch is Dead”.

Maybe they were practicing for November 2008.

Thank you. I’ll be here all night.

Anyway, we leave and Ian says “Sing the song!” so I start singing “Ding Dong the Witch is Dead” and he says “No! The rhythm is gonna get me.”

*And yes, he did wear that ridiculous hat to vote. He’s worn it everywhere since Halloween. They were both wearing cowboy boots too. The pacifier was a last ditch effort. They were being really patient, but right at the end we let three elderly people with walkers cut in line in front of us. It was the right thing to do, but the kids were losing it.

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  1. Great. Now I’ve got some screwy version of “Ding Dong the Rhythm is Gonna Get You” in my head.

  2. The kids are so darn cute. I’m glad the voting went well. And I’m glad the neighbor wasn’t stalking you. See? It all worked out.

  3. A busload of elderly… sounds like something that would happen to me. It could have been worse, it could have been a busload of Elvis impersonators… or worse-yet, a busload of young republican Elvis impersonators.

    And thanks Lumpyheadsmom… now I’ve got a screwy song in my head too…

  4. I keep glancing at that pic of your kiddo in the hat, it’s totally cracking me up. You should hold that $50 thing against them when they’re older and asking you for money.

  5. There’s something about being registered Green that causes Red States to lose their minds.
    Every time I move or whatever and have to re-register my info gets lost and doesn’t arrive on time and I have to fill out the loser-who-didn’t-register-properly ballot, but I did I swear!

    (This isn’t just Missouri, when we lived in Omaha they did the same thing. It’s enough to make me register Democrat)

  6. I love it.
    I am voting tonight!

    Get that money from those kids before you let it slide.

  7. This is embarassing, but Gabriel’s favorite song is “Pour Some Sugar on Me”, by Def Leppard . He makes me sing it to him and I have to personalize it for him too.

    Glad you got to vote! Love Ian’s hat. Email me your address too, I have gifts for your kids!

  8. I haven’t hardly thought about Ding Dong the Witch is Dead since someone I know sang it the night Nixon died. Now I’ll be thinking about a high school band. In a temple. And Nixon. Thanks, Sarah.

  9. I’m glad she raked it your yard back when those slacker renters lived there. GOD KNOWS these renters, oh my what lay-abouts they are.

    I don’t like your neighbor.
    I’m afraid I can’t come visit unless I can TP her house.

    Because I’m a renter, and that’s the sort of slatternly thing we do.

  10. Your kid looks like Indiana Jones.

    You have a leaf truck? What the hell is that? Like green-waste stuff?

    I mow my leaves.

  11. You think he’s wearing the hat as some sort of homage to K-Fed?

    I can’t believe I just wrote “K-Fed.”

    I remember the days of double-stroller voting. I was too much of a bitch to let anyone in front of me, even old folks, although I hope to be one someday.

    So congrats to you!

  12. I love the hat. Last time Noodle owed me money she gave me monopoly money.

  13. If you do this everyday until they’re 30 you won’t even need social security to fund your retirement!

  14. Haha!! My kids are wearing cowboy boots everywhere these days too. That hat rocks, by the way.

    (And now I have Gloria Estefan in my head, thankyouverymuch.)

  15. I love the hat! My 3 yo had cowboy boots with fringe, even, but she has refused to wear them. Her sisters long for them, though.

    We voted in the evening, so past the bedtime of the seniors. We just see them all the time in the grocery store.

  16. OMG, how cool would it be if Gloria Estafan was cast in The Wizard of Oz (or Wicked?). That would be perfect.

    The hat totally rocks.. so does your neighbor, btw.

    Congrats on VA (almost at this time) going Democrat. Exciting stuff.

    PS How are you going collect the $100?

  17. That hat? Is awesome. And? The Foot Book!!

  18. The trip down memory lane with the 80’s music reminded me that yesterday we went to CiCi’s pizza (this is a buffet pizza restaraunt. Don’t get me started on what I think of buffet and pizza in the same description as it is enough to make me want to hurl, but my son likes this place and so does his friends. Nuff said.) while standing in line I catch the music and it is a song by The Cure. Myself and two young sons listening to The Cure as background music in a cheap pizza buffet place is not what I would have ever envisioned 20 years ago.

  19. Did Ian go as Freddie Kruger for halloween?


  20. I love the hat, he does look like Freddie Kruger though…

  21. The foot book. The only appropriate literature for booting a Senator from office who probably can’t even read at Dr. Seuss level.

  22. what a charming story. i just love that your kids love the gloria estefan song, because as i recall, you despise here!?! am i wrong?

  23. i meant you despise her – you get it

  24. Petunia’s current request is “It’s a Hard Knock Life” from Annie, and she gets stuck on the “‘Stead of kisses, we get kicks” and just keeps repeating that line over and over and over again.

    And it may get me flamed and most certainly means I am going to hell, but I wish Gloria Estefan had died in that bus crash fifteen years ago.

  25. Way to go, Sarah. Congrats on doing your part for a better tomorrow (today). And I just heard about Rumsfeld! Ding Dong the Witch Really IS Dead!!!!

  26. Good for you for sticking it out at the voting place! I know it’s hard with little ones. This year, we traded off kid-watching duties while the other went to vote because we were afraid we’d have to wait a long time with cranky, hungry kids.

    And that hat is WAY cute!

  27. You’re voting experience was way more exciting then mine. I just stood in line for twenty minutes with complete strangers, then gave my name to a 400 year old woman who couldn’t hear a damn word I was saying, and then finally got to vote. There was no marching band or crazy neighbors. Now I feel cheated. 😉

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