I will not make some tired joke about hanging chads.

In case you were worried sick about who decided to be on what team, I have the results as of this writing.

Koda06[1]

Team Marvin = Six votes. I would be on Team Marvin because he just gave me a GPS for my birthday. Because I am going to be forty-effing-four this week.

I'd go to my car and use it, but I keep getting lost before I get to the driveway. BAH!

Mylu

Team Tallulah = Nine votes. It is not possible for me to love anything as much as I love this doggie. Look, she even has a Panama Canal forehead wrinkle like I do.

Roofus

Team Winston = Twelve votes. He is shouting it from the rooftops. I like how the sun glints off his whiskers. It's not as cute when it happens to me.

Hen

Team Henry = Twelve votes. You do not need to notice all the pet fur on the floor. Also, I think if Tallulah got a vote, she'd be on Team Henry, too. You think?

Fracies[1]

Team Francis= A shocking 18 votes. Here's what he thinks of his teammates. This picture is probably six years old. Before he found his fighting weight.

Me 001

Team June = Twenty votes.

Yay. I beat Francis. Which is kind of a dubious distinction. And truthfully? I would walk around with silver garland on me all the time if I could get away with it. Also? I totally remember that nightgown.

You can keep voting if you want. The only thing you get is the comfort of being on a team, and a button, once DCRmom makes them.

I certainly hope no one expects me to tell them how to put said button on their page. Because, hah!

35 thoughts on “I will not make some tired joke about hanging chads.

  1. Happy Birthday. You and I are pretty close. I won’t give away your date though…and I will always be younger than you! HA!

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  2. My husband cannot understand how we women are able to remember the clothes of our youth. I still recall fondly a certain denim blue/white striped flannel nightgown my mother bought me for my first slumber party. Along with the requisite faux-patchwork indoor sleeping bag, of course…

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  3. I know your birthday too. I will wait for the correct date to say HB. Love the nightgown. I voted for Henry but who could resist voting for a sparkly hair nightgown wearing cutie.

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  4. Awwww, I love that photo of you with all the garland. I have a photo of me and my brother at Christmas, he is wearing a cowboy outfit with some fancy guns and I’m in a nurse’s uniform (my grandmother made it) wearing a pair of ballerina slippers. That’s exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up–a nurse and ballerina.

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  5. You just know it’s Aunt Sue’s fault you can’t put buttons anywhere, too.
    I got my DH a GPS for Christmas. It got stolen three days ago. For serious, when the manual says ‘take your GPS out of your car at night and wipe off the suction cup marks from the window so nobody sees that and decides to see if there’s a GPS hidden in there’ they are NOT JOKING. also, write down your serial number, because if it gets stolen you’re gonna be very ticked at yourself.

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  6. Tee, my favorite Christmas was the year I got (1) an Annie Oakley outfit complete with cowgirl hat and six shooter, (2) plastic sequiny high heels, and (3) a white (fake) ermine stole. Which, because we hadn’t invented Fashion Police yet, I wore all at the same time. And yet somehow I didn’t grow up to be a cowgirl or a Vegas showgirl. Or both.

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  7. I think that if you look in the dictionary for the phrase “doglike devotion” (if dictionaries had phrases and not words), you would find that picture of Lula and Henry. What a great picture.

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  8. Oh, and one more other thing…I absolutely heart that picture of Marvin with his saddle shoes. If I were perky in the morning I would totally join Team Marvin, if only to be associated with a boy that cute.

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  9. Happy Birthday June. I mean it is today isn’t it?
    Oh and another thing is that your grandmother in the background of your picture smoking?
    Who says you can’t wear silver tinsel? I often wear tin foil. 😉

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  10. Dear Gladys,
    Nope, it’s not today. My birthday is July 16. And yes, that would be Grammy back there with her cigarette. I enjoyed much secondhand smoke as a child.

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  11. I will be the big 4-0 this year, and if I don’t stop eating in dread and nervous anticipation, I really will be the BIG 4-0.
    I love that garland – so much better than the icicle kind that stuck to everything for weeks on end.

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  12. I turned 40 this year and it was great. In my mind I wanted a big grand party with all my friend (note I did not say family sometime you just want the people that you picked not the ones that God picked for you) But alas the love of my life Jim almost had a panic attack trying to plan something and come up with invites and food. So his solution was to take me to San Fransciso instead. We had a great time and he did not have a panic attack. So Happy early Birthday! Hope you enjoy your GPS.

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  13. Marvin is too dang cute. Love the wagon and the shoes. The jacket makes me think that he should have lived in the Hamptons and run around on a plush green lawn.

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  14. My favorite Christmas, I got a goat. No, I didn’t get somebody’s goat. I got a real live nanny. My grandmother was less than impressed to find Petunia standing on her antique coffee table, wearing her best earrings, while I fed her bourbon balls and cheese ball.
    Apparently, we had a ball that Christmas.

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  15. My favorite Christmas, I got a goat. No, I didn’t get somebody’s goat. I got a real live nanny. My grandmother was less than impressed to find Petunia standing on her antique coffee table, wearing her best earrings, while I fed her bourbon balls and cheese ball.
    Apparently, we had a ball that Christmas.

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  16. My favorite Christmas, I got a goat. No, I didn’t get somebody’s goat. I got a real live nanny. My grandmother was less than impressed to find Petunia standing on her antique coffee table, wearing her best earrings, while I fed her bourbon balls and cheese ball.
    Apparently, we had a ball that Christmas.

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  17. FWIW, I had a philarious comment in the original ‘whose team are you on?’ post in which I discussed being a family person and not wanting to come between family members and wanting to be on “Team Gardens”. It never appeared and now I wonder, does that mean each of you get a vote from me? Do I get a ‘Team Gardens’ button?
    sigh. i wish you could have read the philarity.

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  18. Upon hearing the results of the voting, these words from the contestants were overheard:
    Marvin: “Aww, COME. ON. LAST PLACE?!?! I got LAST PLACE?! I knew I should have changed out of that old t-shirt. Damn it, Sue!”
    Tallulah: “Lulu not loved? Lulu sad. Lulu go sniff Henry’s butt and feel better.”
    Winston: “There was a contest? Cool.”
    Henry (while jumping up and down): “Yea! Votes! I got votes, Lu! Twelve votes! Can I eat them now?”
    *Francis: “没有人会站在我的方式。甚至有小姐加兰头。所有的好时机,我亲爱的漂亮,所有的好时机。”
    June: “Does that garland make my hair look big?”
    *translation here: http://tinyurl.com/mp423p

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  19. Who am I obsessed with? Is it Mom of Sugar? I’d start her own “Funny thing Mom of Sugar said this week” page, but then I’d drive her away like I drove away J.

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  20. I noticed the time you put up today’s post. It seems you have joined Team Marvin too. Have a great birthweek (as we like to call them around here).

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  21. Thanke youe, Kellye! And I wrote that post last night and set it up to post this morning. I would never be up that early unless I hadn’t gone to bed yet!

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  22. Ohhh, I can’t wait for my “Team Lula” button! Lula, you are loved! I will display it proudly on my blog. I’m sorry June, but I just couldn’t do the sleeveless shirts. I couldn’t.
    Dear Carpool Queen and Jeanne: I turned 40 two years ago and I’m still not over it. I hope you have better luck with it than I did.

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  23. It’s a DICTIONARY. I don’t know why everyone always thinks it’s a Bible. Have you people met me? Why WOULDN’T I have a gigantic dictionary in the living room? You know I’m nerdy that way.

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  24. Hmmmmm . . .
    The July 14 issue of “Current Biology” reports that cats control humans. (Gasp!)
    They do this with a “purr mixed with a high-pitched cry” when they want to be fed “that humans find . . . annoying and difficult to ignore.”
    “Solicitation purring is probably more acceptable to humans than overt meowing, which is likely to get cats ejected from the bedroom.”
    Perhaps Francis has been sending “solitation purrs” over the Internet to unsuspecting human test subjects so they would vote for him. Much more nefarious than June-Vote-for-Me-Vote-for-Me-Me-Me-Me-owing-Gardens’ tactics.

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  25. My five year-old son would like to be on team Henry and he has assigned me to team Francis “since you are the oldest” (in our house, and I’m *only* 44). I do feel a cranky kinship with Mr. Fancis.
    Happy birthday, June! Welcome to 44 and all it’s pleasures.
    Misty K

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