Westmoreland Asays

I became a Democrat today--at least in the eyes of the state of Oregon--breaking a string of 15 years of faux loyalty to the other team. At heart, I consider myself an independent and vote as such. I hate party politics and honestly strive to pick the best man or woman for the job. Because Oregon will (for once) help determine who runs for President, I decided to re-register so I could help decide the second part of the equation in this year's election smackdown. I've yet to decide for whom I will cast my vote, because it depends on whom WarMonger II's opponent will be (and, to some extent, whomever WarMonger II picks as a running mate). My boss is doing the same thing, only he's doing it to vote against a certain woman (meaning he doesn't like any of the candidates, but he definitely doesn't want her in there).

Aaron brought home a sheet of paper with an eight-question interview that he gave to one of his "buddies" at Sprague pre-school today. I'm not trying to make fun of his understanding at all; I just found it interesting to experience the world from his eyes. Where does the sun go at night? The other side of the earth, because the earth turns . [He learned that from watching Blue's Clues, Meg tells me] Why do we have snow? So that we can build a snowman and to let us know that it is winter . Why do birds sing? To let people know it's day time. How do flies walk on the ceiling? Their feet are sticky [Sounds right. Not sure how he came to that conclusion.] Why do you have a bellybutton? I would have a hole there without a bellybutton. [I found this one laugh-out-loud funny--it's like it was screwed onto him in a soda bottling company.] Why are you ticklish? Because other people tickle me. Why do the stars shine? So there can be light. And the moon too. Where do