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Finally they got to celebrate, celebrate, celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, they enjoyed a little school birthday party complete with ice cream cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/Sk1xHSITLMI/AAAAAAAABaM/5eDR6KkZzBw/s1600-h/IMG_2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/Sk1xHSITLMI/AAAAAAAABaM/5eDR6KkZzBw/s320/IMG_2160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354059901953060034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/Sk1xe0DHkhI/AAAAAAAABaU/i3RjzwNst5I/s1600-h/IMG_2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/Sk1xe0DHkhI/AAAAAAAABaU/i3RjzwNst5I/s320/IMG_2161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354060306195124754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the class picture where they are all saying THREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/Sk4Jyx4Cl-I/AAAAAAAABbE/VXeSFPF_X-I/s1600-h/IMG_2167+class+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/Sk4Jyx4Cl-I/AAAAAAAABbE/VXeSFPF_X-I/s320/IMG_2167+class+party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354227774976595938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we stopped by to see Nana &amp; Grandpa Warren for some hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/Sk1yD4-oF4I/AAAAAAAABak/9ZUaSGwnxPM/s1600-h/IMG_2169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/Sk1yD4-oF4I/AAAAAAAABak/9ZUaSGwnxPM/s320/IMG_2169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354060943173621634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/Sk1ySSLsOFI/AAAAAAAABas/QufKlODHe4Q/s1600-h/IMG_2171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/Sk1ySSLsOFI/AAAAAAAABas/QufKlODHe4Q/s320/IMG_2171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354061190457473106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, Granny and Nana &amp; Grandpa Starkey were waiting to wish the birthday boys a very happy birthday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/Sk4Htqnj62I/AAAAAAAABa0/rGmAsHfhCLw/s1600-h/IMG_2177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/Sk4Htqnj62I/AAAAAAAABa0/rGmAsHfhCLw/s320/IMG_2177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354225488105827170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balloons and fishing poles were big hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/Sk4IK2lw1qI/AAAAAAAABa8/5Czt83R_uMY/s1600-h/IMG_2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/Sk4IK2lw1qI/AAAAAAAABa8/5Czt83R_uMY/s320/IMG_2184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354225989535717026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little birthday video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T3g0UwO6-CU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T3g0UwO6-CU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on Saturday they had their very happy birthday party at the train park.  So fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w292.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w292.photobucket.com/albums/mm14/erinwarren1/C-n-C 3rd Birthday Party/c4f13d84.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm14/erinwarren1/C-n-C%203rd%20Birthday%20Party/?action=view&amp;current=c4f13d84.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After naps, my family came over for dinner.  The cousins ended the night with a super fun bath together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SliQyVaeFWI/AAAAAAAABbM/fc8X9QtT5Mk/s1600-h/IMG_2241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SliQyVaeFWI/AAAAAAAABbM/fc8X9QtT5Mk/s320/IMG_2241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357190951173231970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SliREnJA9MI/AAAAAAAABbU/DehQOJ0-1p8/s1600-h/IMG_2242+Kaylie+all+smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SliREnJA9MI/AAAAAAAABbU/DehQOJ0-1p8/s320/IMG_2242+Kaylie+all+smiles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357191265169503426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SliRMCGINyI/AAAAAAAABbc/u5PybPzCeX4/s1600-h/IMG_2243++Connor+laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SliRMCGINyI/AAAAAAAABbc/u5PybPzCeX4/s320/IMG_2243++Connor+laughing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357191392664237858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be more fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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However, I thought I'd just post some of my favorite pictures from March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my work gala 3/7/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SnQpNZUiFwI/AAAAAAAABb8/XT3Ob4rYHXI/s1600-h/IMG_1921+before+the+gala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SnQpNZUiFwI/AAAAAAAABb8/XT3Ob4rYHXI/s320/IMG_1921+before+the+gala.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364958366217148162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the train park 3/8/09 - Happy Birthday Nana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SnQpiKkn4YI/AAAAAAAABcE/aB97FnANrB8/s1600-h/IMG_1925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SnQpiKkn4YI/AAAAAAAABcE/aB97FnANrB8/s320/IMG_1925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364958723035357570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home 3/14/09:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SnQqMBqbwSI/AAAAAAAABcM/Ri5HUmZGxtI/s1600-h/IMG_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SnQqMBqbwSI/AAAAAAAABcM/Ri5HUmZGxtI/s320/IMG_1928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364959442198315298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SnQqjuup6kI/AAAAAAAABcU/Z9LdJkPnUQA/s1600-h/IMG_1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SnQqjuup6kI/AAAAAAAABcU/Z9LdJkPnUQA/s320/IMG_1932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364959849432607298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron welcoming our new kitty, Marlin, to the family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SnQq3sJAaWI/AAAAAAAABcc/s-z91OrRN3M/s1600-h/IMG_1934+hugs+for+Marlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SnQq3sJAaWI/AAAAAAAABcc/s-z91OrRN3M/s320/IMG_1934+hugs+for+Marlin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364960192335210850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlin was the most mellow, cool cat the Friends of Strays had.  He really is a great addition to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SnQrDF8sgLI/AAAAAAAABck/eQHRBEmGYqQ/s1600-h/IMG_1937+Marlin+makes+a+great+pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SnQrDF8sgLI/AAAAAAAABck/eQHRBEmGYqQ/s320/IMG_1937+Marlin+makes+a+great+pillow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364960388241457330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing at Titi's house 3/22/09:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SnQrza-7OrI/AAAAAAAABcs/t1czxy7Cjr4/s1600-h/IMG_1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SnQrza-7OrI/AAAAAAAABcs/t1czxy7Cjr4/s320/IMG_1946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364961218521676466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SnQr-tCTPjI/AAAAAAAABc0/WkfAllNGNZc/s1600-h/IMG_1947+cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SnQr-tCTPjI/AAAAAAAABc0/WkfAllNGNZc/s320/IMG_1947+cousins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364961412346232370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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We had been talking about it for over a month - they were going to dress up like dinosaurs and go to people's houses. When the people answer their doors, say "Trick or Treat" and they will give you &lt;b&gt;candy&lt;/b&gt;. The boys have been so excited. Here they are trying on their outfits for the first time (9/18/08):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31628637@N08/2993025846/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2993015806_b9fb805b90.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31628637@N08/2993025846/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/2992132425_d0eecfd7d7.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron - the cutest dino ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31628637@N08/2993025846/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3003/2992981462_3fa7fa4df1.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Connor's the cutest dino ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31628637@N08/2993025846/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/2992175089_c2cd29da39.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell they LOVE their costumes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are picking out pumpkins (10/25/08):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31628637@N08/2993151092/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2992285627_877b94bc49.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31628637@N08/2993151092/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3218/2993144788_22efbf3fea.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31628637@N08/2993151092/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3284/2993141876_9a9db759cb.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31628637@N08/2993151092/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/2992289083_a96dec2ae0.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the pumpkin ready (10/30/08):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SQyxEz5XcqI/AAAAAAAAA7g/qaT_0I_AwVo/s1600-h/IMG_1350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263776760697680546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SQyxEz5XcqI/AAAAAAAAA7g/qaT_0I_AwVo/s320/IMG_1350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Halloween, we went to our friends' house, Jay and Dorothy, who were having a bit of a block party with all their neighbors and their children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jay with daughter, Molly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31628637@N08/2993025846/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3271/2992316931_b8592a6627.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids in the backyard waiting to trick or treat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31628637@N08/2993025846/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/2993154150_9706194436.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting to trick or treat in a group but the boys were not happy being in their costumes so we went a little early. They did great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocking at a door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31628637@N08/2993025846/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2993161822_84dd0a2ea7.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one of the first houses, an elderly gentlemen opened the door. As he reached behind him to get his candy bowl, Cameron thought we were supposed to go in so he just went right on inside the house. It was so funny. Totally adorable. When people would offer them the bowl of candy, they didn't know what to do. Especially if the host said to go ahead and take another - that lead to them taking one after another, no end in sight. They had a great time though, no melt downs and they walked all by themselves the whole way. When we got back to Jay &amp; Dorothy's it was dark but the boys were still doing well.  Then a "scary" family showed up.  Poor Connor saw a little boy dressed in a faceless mask with two red lights for eyes and literally screamed he was so scared. The dad was dressed in all black and had painted his face black with a little green around the eyes. After this, the boys would not leave my lap, they were too frightened. They hadn't seen anything like that before and weren't too happy about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice cuddling with them though.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SQywQTf3tEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ZAuTxODuaKk/s1600-h/IMG_1361v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263775858647610434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rEFl6KVAX0/SQywQTf3tEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ZAuTxODuaKk/s320/IMG_1361v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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She posted a follow up to that after casting her ballot that was so thorough and well written, I must encourage you all to read it &lt;a href="http://www.steppingonlegos.com/2008/10/21/why-i-cast-my-vote-for-obamabiden/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however, end up writing an email to a friend of mine which essentially stated why I was excited to support Obama.  Here is the letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi G-,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect you and value your opinions.  Nothing you've said offends me and I appreciate the clarifications.  I've thought about your email a lot since I read it yesterday.  I want to write a well thought out, non offensive response.  I doubt this will be as great as I'd like and I apologize in advance for my lack of pith or if anything comes across poorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I support Obama is not because he and I share all views.  In fact, according to a &lt;a href="http://www.vajoe.com/candidate_calculator.html"&gt;match up site&lt;/a&gt; I did, I am only a 64% match with Obama's platform (10% with McCain).  What Obama does so well and that I find absolutely critical for a President is surround himself with the best and brightest, research the subject thoroughly and try to find the best solution.  He does not only go with his party, he tries to see all sides and do what is best.  For example, I am an environmentalist, total tree hugger here.  When Obama said during his acceptance speech for the Democratic nomination that his plan for energy independence included off-shore drilling, clean coal and increasing nuclear energy, I literally gasped.  Horror of horrors!  But I understand his point.  We have to do something NOW AND build a future that plans to not have drilling, coal and nuclear as the only means of providing energy in this country.  I get it.  Don't necessarily like it but I understand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On taxes, I disagree with your stance.  I don't think American companies or wealthy individuals suffer from their tax burden.  If they did, they would move as you've said but they don't.  They find other ways.  Wealthy people stay wealthy even if their tax rate goes up.  They are not rich, they know how to hold onto their wealth and no tax plan will take wealth away from them.  People who find a way to make money but do not educate themselves on how to shield it from taxes and other things that try to take it away will not become wealthy and may feel bitter about the taxes they pay.  I don't feel badly for them.  Companies may have a higher tax rate but get other incentives at the local and federal levels which partly negate their tax burden.  Taxes that must be paid by companies get passed on to consumers.  The company does not suffer.  I am not an expert on tax policies and their impacts on the economy but I trust Obama to surround himself with experts in this field to enact proper tax policies.  I would like to mention, that this year's Nobel Prize in Economics was given to Paul Krugman for his "analysis of trade patterns and where economic activity takes place" (taken from &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/7667190.stm"&gt;this BBC news article&lt;/a&gt;).  He is an expert in economics and he rails against Bush's economic policies.  Additionally the list of economists who have endorsed Obama is impressive.  Other than Krugman, there are 5 other Nobel laureates endorsing him.  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Barack_Obama_presidential_campaign_endorsements"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a list of all Obama endorsements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Rev Wright, I understand how unnerving it is to see his hate filled rhetoric and I can understand the negative impact that would have on one's view of Obama by such a long association.  I encourage you to watch the PBS show &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/choice2008/"&gt;[Frontline:  The Choice 2008]&lt;/a&gt; for some of their insights into that situation.  From my perspective, I don't hold it against Obama.  I will give Rev Wright the benefit of the doubt that he does not get in front of his parishioners every Sunday to say what a crappy place the US is.  I will venture to guess that if he has that large of a following and for so long his messages are usually uplifting and encourage those in attendance to do good in this world, to be the hand of God.  I understand that blacks face struggles in society that I do not and I know that a black minister has to address those struggles in a way that a white minister to his white parishioners would not.  Do I agree with his comments?  Of course not.  Was he out of line?  Maybe.  I didn't hear the whole sermon to know.  But Obama probably did and if the overall message was good with some really awful comments made to stress a point, well, I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for change, I no longer think that McCain would even attempt to deliver the change this country desperately needs.  He used to be a free thinker but he has changed in that regard.  Maybe it's just his desire to get into the White House and he will move back to his old "maverick" ways.  However, his choice of Palin makes me really question that.  She is like Cheney and even more scary to me.  I know that you like her so I'm sorry if I'm offending you.  She is completely unprepared for the office she is running for (she doesn't even know the actual role of VP based on her response in the VP debate) and even more woefully unprepared to lead our country should McCain not complete a term (based on actuarial tables there is a 1 in 6 or 7 chance that he will not and that does NOT take into account his actual health which has cancer in the mix).  I am always fascinated to learn of others who really support her since I just absolutely cannot understand it based on all I've seen and learned of her.  Maybe you can educate me on her strengths and positive leadership traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think endorsements for Obama from the likes of Warren Buffett and Colin Powell also say a lot.  The wikipedia list of endorsements for Obama is impressive (excluding the Senators and Congressmen since those are just expected and almost always along party lines).  I am especially impressed by the scientists endorsing him - I'm very into science and rational fact-based research.  McCain's wikipedia entry does not have the economic or scientific endorsements like Obama's.  I am also impressed with the number of Republicans in general supporting Obama.  Here's another site if you haven't already been that may be of interest:  &lt;a href="http://www.republicansforobama.org/?q=consider"&gt;www.republicansforobama.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely agree with you that Americans have become greedy, lazy, stupid and/or feel entitled.  It absolutely makes me sick.  I am totally with you that people need to work to improve their situations and nothing in life entitles them to anything but paying taxes and dying.  I was actually pleasantly surprised to hear Obama tell people during his acceptance speech and several times since then many things along these lines.  From his &lt;a href="http://elections.nytimes.com/2008/president/conventions/videos/20080828_OBAMA_SPEECH.html?th&amp;emc=th#"&gt;acceptance speech&lt;/a&gt; (if you haven't seen it, you really, really should).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What is that American promise? It's a promise that says each of us has the freedom to make of our own lives what we will, but that we also have obligations to treat each other with dignity and respect... ours is a promise that says government cannot solve all our problems, but what it should do is that which we cannot do for ourselves: protect us from harm and provide every child a decent education; keep our water clean and our toys safe; invest in new schools, and new roads, and science, and technology...  Yes, we must provide more ladders to success for young men who fall into lives of crime and despair. But we must also admit that &lt;b&gt;programs alone can't replace parents, that government can't turn off the television and make a child do her homework, that fathers must take more responsibility to provide love and guidance to their children.  Individual responsibility and mutual responsibility, that's the essence of America's promise."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that Obama will do the things he says - he will invest in clean energy technologies that will bring high earning jobs back to our country.  I believe that he will improve our relationships with countries around the world.  I believe he will get us out of Iraq in a responsible, efficient manner.  I believe he will actually engage our military to find Osama Bin Laden and cripple if not destroy Al Qaeda.  I believe that he will responsibly increase tax revenue and reduce wasteful spending.  I believe he will work with all members of the house and senate - democrats, republicans, independents - to bring about the changes we need.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just my opinions though.  I know I'm not in the majority on most of my views but I am so excited to vote for a person who will consider all views before making decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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