the front lines are in my heart
I don't feel very well tonight, so I'm not going to Obama HQ tonight, despite the big push over the weekend. This coming Tuesday which is Primary Voting Day or whatever they call it; this weekend is very important.
But I remember the procedures for what I was doing last night, and I'm connecting to their network via the magic of THA INTARTOOBS. I'm able to process voters from home, and make whatever small difference I can.
So I'm volunteering from home. It's got all the fun drudge work, and none of the cool social aspects! Yay me.
But it feels good.
In other news, tangentially related, we didn't find the glasses despite a long search of the sand pit. I took daughter Ariann to the park on this Very Nice Day, where she made fast friends with a gaggle of children. One of said children lost his glasses, and after thinking about it a while, I got up and helped look until the sun went down.
I'm such a groupie, because thinking about this made me realize that Obama is helping me be a better person. He's getting me to think about all the good people can do when they are united behind a common cause. It doesn't matter who the people are, or what they look like. The people that I helped were of a very different background than myself; under other circumstances I might have just written them off like most people would do. But "working together for positive change" is a major tenet of his campaign, and I applied it to my own life.
*facepalm* Change the country? *I* might be changing, too.
But I remember the procedures for what I was doing last night, and I'm connecting to their network via the magic of THA INTARTOOBS. I'm able to process voters from home, and make whatever small difference I can.
So I'm volunteering from home. It's got all the fun drudge work, and none of the cool social aspects! Yay me.
But it feels good.
In other news, tangentially related, we didn't find the glasses despite a long search of the sand pit. I took daughter Ariann to the park on this Very Nice Day, where she made fast friends with a gaggle of children. One of said children lost his glasses, and after thinking about it a while, I got up and helped look until the sun went down.
I'm such a groupie, because thinking about this made me realize that Obama is helping me be a better person. He's getting me to think about all the good people can do when they are united behind a common cause. It doesn't matter who the people are, or what they look like. The people that I helped were of a very different background than myself; under other circumstances I might have just written them off like most people would do. But "working together for positive change" is a major tenet of his campaign, and I applied it to my own life.
*facepalm* Change the country? *I* might be changing, too.