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"Step right up and visit ring number one! The show's just begun! Meet the President!"

It's early!

I agreed to come into work today super early so my employers could perform their civic duty and Rock the Vote, so I find myself with some quiet time to journal, as both of my girls are tucked up in their beds and the sun is just starting to peek out!

It's a pretty historic day for our country, as it's election day and we have an African-American presidential candidate and a female VP candidate! I feel like we're on the cusp of something big, no matter who is elected, although I certainly have my own hopes as to who that person will be! Sadly, when Pete and I exchanged vows, we promised to love, honor, cherish, and cancel out each others votes, as we have VERY different political views! The last presidential election, we didn't have civil conversation for a week, so this should be GOOD! Bickering aside though, it's actually one of the reasons I love him- he's passionate about the things he believes in! And I can't resist pushing his buttons, so it makes for alot of fun!

And that's my political commentary for today folks! Try not to take it in all at once lest you become overwhelmed!

It's already been a pretty busy week, and it's only Tuesday morning! I know that technically, Saturday was last week, but that was my nephew (I love saying that!) Robbie's first birthday! I can't believe he's already a year old! He's such a little love muffin and SOOOOOOO sweet! I remember every single thing about the day he was born- there was a little bit of a rough start! I didn't even get to see him that first day because he was in the NICU! A year ago, he was this little McNugget in an incubator and now he is this little hottie with the most adorable personality and sweet little face!

Sadly, his birthday shindig was preempted by a trip to the ER! What, he was waxing nostalgic for his birthplace or something??? But, he is fine and after the initial delay his costume party went off without a hitch! The kids were having a blast in their costumes, and I even managed to get dressed up. I put on a blonde wig, a crapload of make-up, a Tony Romo jersey, carried my fake Louis Vuitton, and went as Jessica Simpson. :-P

Sunday was the Race for Hope in Philadelphia! Marla, Carmen and I all walked together on a GORGEOUS fall day! It was a little chilly, but the colors along the Schuylkill River were spectacular, and seeing so many people together for such a good course was amazing! It was sobering, however, to see just how many people have been affected by brain tumors. I saw folks walking in memory of mothers, brothers, friends. I saw people wearing tee-shirts dedicated to a child lost to a brain tumor. It was almost enough to make you want to give up, until you looked out into the sea of people and saw tee shirts emblazoned with the best word ever- Survivor! In face, a very lovely man, himself a brain tumor survivor, took the picture of us you see here. I saw walkers with growing-in patches of hair, obviously shaved for a surgery or lost to chemo. But they were there and walking!

It was, of course, a little bittersweet. With every step I took I thought of Greg, Shelly, and their girls. It was hard not to feel a stab of jealousy when I saw a "survivor" tee. God, if Greg had been able to beat his tumor, I would have gotten him a "Survivor" tattoo! How did some people get to be so lucky and not Greg? Dangerous thoughts, I know. Going down that road is a sure way to the funny farm. Life is just not fair sometimes, and the number of memorial shirts I saw was a testament to that. Life is not fair.

Thankfully, though, there are little pockets of wonderful that take the edge off. Like thousands of people all walking on a beautiful fall day, fighting for the same cause. Like being blessed with sisters- by birth and by law- that you would lay down your life for. Like having a husband who may vote opposite you, but who also rubs your sore neck every time you ask! Like getting married and suddenly having not one, not two, but seven (twelve if you don't count technicalities)nieces and nephews who never cease to make your heart full! Having family and friends, a job that puts a roof over your head and Lean Cuisine in your freezer, an iPod filled with Broadway songs, Facebook flair, the invention of the blog, and my Coach bag. It's the big things and the little things, folks. It's what I have been holding to my heart to keep the darkness from taking it over. And I am so thankful for all of it.

Now, go vote!!!!!!


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