Wordless Wednesday

I hope everyone has a fun, safe and joyous 4th of July.  This year we have many a reason to celebrate this great country of ours. 

So celebrate away!

This C.P.S.D was the very talented Eric Baillies.  You can check out some of his amazing work here.  Or HERE:

Eric took pictures at the Obama rally here in Madison (February 2008) during the campaign and then in Washington DC at the inauguration.  His pictures were inspiring and different in that he didn’t just get shots of Obama, instead he captured the people who were moved by this amazing event.  Hence the name of the exhibit, “The Face of Change.”  If you are in the Madison area, his work will be displayed at Glass Nickel Pizza (on the east side) through July.

Eric’s art wasn’t the only thing that was dramatic and caught everyone’s eye that evening.  Joe’s hair did too:

It was LARGE and in charge.  It even managed to cut me off in some pictures.  Later I figured out he was going for the Edward Cullen look that evening.  Yes, very Robert Pattinson.  Nice job, Joe.

After we drank enough of Eric’s beer and I oggled over his photography and his kick ass Obama belt,

The Boys, kidnapped me to a new gay nightclub called Out.   They drove to the exhibit so really, I was their hostage.  Besides it being late (Hey! I’m 93! Being out after 11 pm is LATE!) me trying desperately to get some loser guy off Jason by calling in Joe, and then subsequently getting called a “Fag Hag” by said Loser Guy;  it was a very fun night.

But next time, I’m SO driving myself.

p.s. for all of you, including myself, who don’t know what a Fag Hag is, the definition, per the very reliable source of Wikipedia, is “…a gay slang phrase referring to a woman who either associates mostly or exclusively with gay and bisexual men, or has gay and bisexual men as close friends.“

Jason reassures me I NOT a Fag Hag.  I just love my gays.  So take that Lady!

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I have to admit this moved me. I thought it was very sweet, was a great view into life at the White House and of course, it made me cry. 

Well done girls.  Well done.

Wordless Wednesday

Holy Mother of Everything Good and Great…. it’s done!

My parents (who were a ridiculously huge help.  Thank you again, Folks!) and I survived.  Barely but we did. 
Friends, let my pain be a lesson to you.  If you can at all help it, do not move in the dead of winter. 

I repeat for those that are slow:

DO. NOT. MOVE. IN. THE. WINTER!

With that being said, it did go fairly well.

The most nerve wrecking part was the move out.  The movers, (Two Men and a Truck who did an amazing job!) couldn’t park on the street outside my old apartment because of all the snowbanks.  So their only choice was to jimmy into a spot between two other apartment buildings.  That would have been no problem if the landlord of those buildings wasn’t a complete arsehole.  He was the kind of guy that if you parked for a second in one of his spots, he would appear out of nowhere like some phantom, to yell at you.  He once even did this to my FATHER!  Everyone loves my dad.  Yeah, he’s that scary. 

Therefore I was literally biting my nails with worry, and pacing in front of the window that he was going to come out and tell us to move.  Not to mention we were blocking in two cars.   Since there was literally no other spot for the truck to park, I was a wreck.   My mother, bless her heart, came armed with a pocket full of cash to bribe anyone who got in our way.

Luckily, all the stars were all aligned and Mean Landlord Man never appeared.  Even the people who’s cars we were blocking in must have had no where to go on a snowy Saturday morning because they didn’t even pop their heads out to see what was going on.

Normally I drag out this moving process because it’s so painful.  But this time, with the very tight schedule, I couldn’t.  It all had to be done in one weekend. 

At one point yesterday, when I was resembling a homeless lady (complete with the mismatched socks and greasy matted hair) and was a sheer puddle of my former self, my mom had to do the Moonstruck, “SNAP OUT OF IT!  We are getting this done today!” shake on me. 

And I’m so glad she did because between her and my friend Darcy coming over to help clean, it’s all done.  

It was painful. 

It was ugly. 

There was many a mood swing and subsequent losing of one’s shit (note to parents: if you are moving, it’s a good idea to have your kid with when moving into the new place.  Having him at a play date the ENTIRE day?  Not smart.  The child will come home to have a complete meltdown as he sees his new “home” piled with boxes and his new “room” in shambles.  Lesson learned for me…)

But again, I repeat, it’s done.

As I was unpacking today, I realized that I’m not the only one that moved this week.  My new BFF’s Barack and Michelle are moving into their fabulous new home too.    I wonder if they want to go to coffee and talk about the perils of moving?

So much new!  New year, new house and a new wonderful President.

Much to celebrate!  Much to toast to!

But first I have to find those wine glasses, which are in one of these boxes somewhere…

ANYWAY…. Owen responded with, “Really?  That would be so fun! Do we get to ride the trains?”

“Everywhere!” his mother replied.

Owen look concerned, paused and then finally said, “But Mom, are we going to have enough change?  Barack Obama said we need a lot of change.”

You know, maybe Owen is on to something.  Maybe Obama was talking about coins.  Hey, whatever will help the economy works for me.

WONDERFUL Wordless Wednesday!

Today I will stand in line, for however long it takes, to vote for the candidate that I believe in more than any other Presidential candidate I have ever voted for.

Today I will pretend to concentrate at work, but really won’t be able to.

Today I will eat my way through this very important and anxiety ridden day.

Today my son and I will spend the night at my parent’s house since there is no one else I would rather go through the election results with than my mother.  The woman who I called in the summer of 2004 while watching the Democratic National Convention and saying, “Who is this guy!? He’s amazing!!  HE should run for President.”

Today we will sit in her living room with our laptops, in front of the TV, nervous, hoping and weeping. 

Today you need to vote.  Regardless of your candidate. 

Today you need to exercise your right as an American citizen of this fine country and be engaged in our democratic process.

Today is a day I will not forget.

Today has the promise to be historic.

 Vote.