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Progress

November 9, 2012

I don’t blog much about politics, although I’m guessing most readers have a pretty good idea where I fall on the spectrum. But yesterday I read something that is so incredible, I had to share it here because I think regardless of how you feel about the outcome of the election, it’s news to celebrate:

Thanks to a surge of both female and minority candidates, white men will no longer constitute the majority of the Democratic House caucus. –BBC

So inspiring!

And a bit o’ gratitude → When I was swimming laps this afternoon, I happened to be in the lane closest to a wall of windows. It was gloriously sunny out so sunshine was pouring into my lane, dappling the water and penetrating its depths. It was SO lovely that I wished I had an underwater camera to capture it. Then I got to thinking about how odd the lifeguards would think it was for me to take pictures in the lap pool. Then that thought led to another and before I knew it, I’d swum 50 laps! I have to tell you that my swimming time is so precious to me. I always feel so much more calm and centered afterward.

OMG!!!1!

November 5, 2008

Obama OMG

I just cried for the five hundredth time in the last 24 hours. It started last night when I saw Jesse Jackson openly weep. After a few hours of fitful sleep, I resumed blubbering this morning when I heard Diane Sawyer comment on how poised Sasha & Malia were last night. And just now these pictures triggered the waterworks. It’s so incredible, I’m still unable to articulate how I feel. I’m overflowing with pride and so moved by the images of people cheering their hearts out in a manner typically reserved for sporting events.

For such a tremendously diverse nation to be united in this way restores my faith in our democracy. I heard a journalist last night talk about how amazing it was for the voting process to unfold in the relatively civilized manner it did and how that is a testament to the power of democracy. I feel so blessed to live in a country where that is possible.

And Obama’s victory speech? I bawled the entire time, especially when he said this:

“And to all those who have wondered if America’s beacon still burns as bright – tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity, and unyielding hope.”

The thought that we’ve taken another step in righting the wrongs of prejudice that blight the history of the United States. The celebration of our commonalities, rather than our differences. To think of the innumerable doors that swung open as a result of this growth. Feeling the tremendous energy of a nation’s hope renewed. It’s all so much to process – my heart is bursting!

Patrick Moberg Illustration

Let’s Get This Party Started

November 4, 2008

It’s here, it’s here, it’s finally here!! I thought election day would never come and now that it’s arrived, I can’t wait for it to be over and done. I’m trying not to check FiveThirtyEight.com obsessively or pay too much attention to exit polls but the suspense is killing me. And while I’m so grateful to have been alive during this unprecedented time in history, I’m also ready for a winner to be named already so we can move forward with the business of enacting mandatory afternoon nap legislation and honoring Inappropriate Fridays, during which you may say, do, and wear inappropriate things without consequence.

This morning, I stopped at McDonald’s to get a bagel. Alright, alright. A bagel with bacon. (But at least I didn’t get any of their sweet tea, which is basically LIQUID CRACK and have I mentioned that I’ve been completely off sugar for over a month, which OHMYGOD, I still can’t believe but that’s a topic for another time.) The cashier asked me if I’d voted and told me she wasn’t registered before matter-of-factly prophesying that Obama would be assassinated. In truth, that’s been a fear of mine, especially given our country’s past in those murky waters but HEY, I don’t recall asking for a side of GLOOM & DOOM with my bagel, thankyouverymuch.

Guess what? Some stinky bastard scraped my car and didn’t leave a note! Worst of all, it happened at work, which means I might very well be mingling with the scumbag on a daily basis. The damage isn’t all that bad but it irritates me on principle because my poor little hoopty has already been through so much. The first year I had it, I suscepted it to a number of calamities, including but not limited to hitting a deer and a good and proper rear-ending by some goober in a yellow Mustang. Then on Saturday when I had an oil change, I found out I need new tires and P.S. the ones for the new Civics are between SIX AND SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS. Yowsa! (What is with me and run-ons today?)

Ooo, I forgot to mention that one of my supervisors sent me the sweetest message regarding that evil woman who’s been leaving me nasty comments. She was supportive and affirming and I felt very blessed. Amen.

Meanie!

November 1, 2008

Remember I told you about the person who took a class I taught and made a mean comment in her evaluation? She struck again! She was in the workshop I taught this morning. Things went very well and the evals were positive, but she had to make another nasty comment. I found out she’s stalking the other instructors too. Apparently she pulled one aside after a class and proceeded to inform him how he should reprimand people who talk during class. This is not elementary school crazy lady! I checked my rosters and found out she taking a class I’m teaching later this semester. Something to look forward to!

Teaching can be so frustrating. It’s so often thankless but have a bad night and YOWSA, people let it fly. I’ve grown accustomed to this, or so I thought but it’s been particularly hard this semester. I guess I’m feeling extra sensitive. My close friends would probably laugh their heads off reading that because in general, I’m overly sensitive. I have to be careful to try and keep that side of my personality in check. I’ve come a long way but it doesn’t help to have Crabella Deville in all my classes.

I’ve been in the classroom several times this week so I’m exhausted from 12-hour days. This weekend I’m going to hibernate with Abbs and sew and hopefully check off other items on my To Do list.

And speaking of Abbs, she struck again too! While I was gone, she knocked over a latte I forgot about and left within her reach. This time it spilled all over her sweet head. Now her fur is all sticky and spiked which means I see a “bee aye tee aitch” in her future.

What are your weekend plans? Have you voted? Moxy and I did last Saturday. It took about an hour but we had fun chatting, bonding with the others in line, and fending off solicitation from local candidates. (We were also lucky enough to spot a sassy gentlemen wearing 90s favorite Zubaz!) Afterward I felt so proud and American. In fact when I got back to my car, I shed a few tears thinking about the tremendous possibility our future as Americans holds. I know, I know – I’m a dork. An overly-sensitive one at that.

P.S. If you need some inspiration, check out my list of components for a perfect weekend.

What’s Inspiring Me

October 24, 2008

Having been reinvigorated by Obama’s appearance in Indy yesterday, I couldn’t resist compiling a mosaic of my favorite Ocrafts from Flickr:

Ocrafts

  1. Cross stitch portrait
  2. Bean portrait
  3. Crocheted purse
  4. Kid’s sweater
  5. Car
  6. Progress embroidery
  7. Stencil
  8. Tote embroidery
  9. Cookie
  10. Hats
  11. Pennants
  12. Dog scarf
  13. Coloring book

Created with fd’s Flickr Toys.

Put A Fork In Me

October 2, 2008

My brain is fried and not in a sissy pan-fried way. No, it’s the metaphorical Fry Daddy® for my gray matter. I’ve been working on the Obama campaign for most of the day, trying to send an e-mail to more than 14,000 volunteers. The melee that ensued has been nothing short of total insanity. I should’ve known this would be a crazy day when I started it by spilling oatmeal all over myself. The worst part is that after persevering all day, tackling obstacle after obstacle, I found myself mere inches from the finish line only to be denied the delight of accomplishing my task. For now I must concede. Evil mailing list? You’ve won today’s battle! But don’t flaunt your little comma separated values yet because I’ll be back!

And for the record, my tentative grip on sanity this week is courtesy of this squishy stress ball I got at the Target Dollar Spot:

Squishy toy

The satisfaction I get from squashing it until its eyes bug out and tugging on it’s fringy armor is the sole reason I’ve survived the week without copious amounts of Xanax. You must get one!

Are you watching the debate tonight? I love how our country’s been re-invigorated by the political process. Debate nights are like Diddy’s White Parties in the Hamptons! It’s so refreshing to see people excited about the future and convinced they can actually make a difference.

I watched last week’s debate with Lean and a buddy of hers. They ended up chugging their beers every time McCain said “fundamental,” with extra chugs required for any mention of Vietnam or 911. To be fair, they’ll drink tonight every time Biden says “change.” If drinking games aren’t your speed, try Palin Bingo!

Words of Wisdom from Mrs. Drinkwine

August 23, 2008

Yesterday on the way home from work, I was pretty sure I was going to die. I felt TERRIBLE. I had this strange hybrid of a head/neck-ache and felt so nauseous, I was certain I’d hurl at the next stop light.  By the time I made it home, I felt so bad I literally staggered inside. In a blur, I took Abbs out, texted Lean to remind her to scatter my ashes at Emerald Isle, and collapsed into bed. When I woke up at 9:30 p.m., I felt 1000% better. I’m not sure what came over me but it had a staggeringly-high suck factor.

Unforch, since I napped, my sleep was a little sketchy last night. I woke up around 3 a.m. feeling very anxious. Poorod works nights so as I often do when I can’t sleep, I texted him to say hello. He did a stand-up job of entertaining me until my eyelids were impossibly heavy. Right as I drifted off, I heard my phone beep one final time. This morning I found out that was Barack texting me to let me know who he selected as his running mate. Wasn’t it sweet of him to personally contact me?

This morning, I’m up bright and early to keystroke some materials. Lean thinks it’s funny when I use that word, “keystroke,” but that’s what we say in the IT training world. Anytime there are updates to the materials we use to teach classes, somebody has to go through them and make sure all of the keystrokes and directions are correct.

Lean also thinks it’s funny when I refer to the School of Journalism at IU, which I graduated from, as “the J school.” But that’s what we called it! She’s just “blowing out my candle to make hers burn brighter,” which is what my eighth grade teacher Mrs. Drinkwine would say anytime someone said something mean. So there!

The Times They Are A’Changin’

August 19, 2008

I called my Dad last night to hear the latest about Faye but we ended up talking about the situation in Georgia. In typical American fashion, it hadn’t occurred to me what an extremely vulnerable and tenuous position we’re in – head first in a recession and all our resources tapped thanks to the war in Iraq. We’re powerless and it’s scary (and indulgent of me to assume we could swoop in and “fix things” in the first place.) More than ever, I’m certain our country is headed for some significant changes, ones far more tumultuous than switching from Diet Coke to Coke Zero.

(Sorry to be a Debbie Downer, but it’s been on my mind.)

In other, less serious news, ever since I watched My So Called Life on DVD, I’ve started calling close friends by their last names. When I was in high school, ALL the boys did this and I hated it. (For the record, about that time “dude” came into favor, which also irritated me for some reason.) But now, after watching Krakow bark at Chase, I fondly remember my last name being shouted down the halls of my high school.

I’m EXHAUSTED today – twice now, I’ve zoned out at my desk long enough for my screensaver to come on. The hell??

P.S. I just found a treasure trove of documentaries you can watch online for free, including one of my all-time faves, The Fog of War, which is indescribably gripping. Yesterday afternoon while I worked, I played The Assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr. in the background. Like always, I cried when I heard MLK’s “I’ve Been to the Mountain Top” speech. What a gifted orator he was.

Craniumly Endowed?

June 4, 2008

I’ve alluded to this before but in case you missed it, I have a big head. It’s not Guinness Book of World Records sized but it’s bigger than the average noggin. Everyone in my family has a big head too. I happen to find out a friend of mine also has a big head, so we often joke about our plight. She even ordered a catalog from here and had one sent to me. Thoughtful, no?

Last week, I won a handmade headband from Sara at The Plaid Post. In truth, I don’t even remember signing up to win, but I’m not one to turn down hair accessories. As soon as I found out I’d won, I e-mailed my big-headed friend speculating about whether or not the headband would fit me. A few hours later, I got an e-mail from Sara in which she wrote:

Thanks for reading The Plaid Post, and congratulations on your new headband. I come from a big headed family, so I’m hoping it’s not too big for you!

Surely only destiny could’ve brought us together – a perfect match!

P.S. If you haven’t had a nectarine recently, go immediately and buy some. The two I’ve had this week have been perfect. Bonus: It looks like you’re eating a little butt.

P.P.S. I don’t want to alienate people by prattling on about politics but I have to say that this morning when I prayed, I added thanks for being alive during a time when an African American is a Democratic presidential nominee. It seriously brings tears to my eyes. Just imagine what MLK or Rosa Parks would say. Amazing!

Cinco de Mayo!

May 5, 2008

Love this Liz Phair oldie, Cinco de Mayo from Whip-Smart:

You can’t hear it, but I’m making a celebratory yawp in honor of Cinco de Mayo. Maybe sometime I’ll record it because I know you’d enjoy it. Sounded out, it goes something like this:

Arrrr (rolled Rs) ooo haaaaah!

If you live in Indianapolis, you should definitely get a mango margarita at Cancun, because they are sooooooooo good. Be careful though – they go down easily so you might end up making out with a waiter.

How was your weekend? Mine had an unexpected-but-awesome twist. Late last Friday afternoon, I managed to score tickets to hear Barack Obama speak on Saturday. Lean, Mox, and I woke up early to make sure we didn’t miss a thing. We stood in line for a little over an hour and then were seated in an auditorium at Lawrence North high school. It was a very intimate setting – we were in the 5th row!

While we waited for Barack to speak, we made friends with the people around us and concocted emergency escape plans since there wasn’t an easy way for anyone in our section to get to a restroom. Thank God I have a hearty bladder!

I don’t want to get all Wonkette on you but do want to share what an AMAZING experience it was hearing Barack speak. I’m such a dork but I ended up crying. To be surrounded by such a diverse crowd all united in support of common goals was so, so moving. Barack’s speech was filled with hope but tempered with the truth. He is an incredible orator. For the first time in a long time, I feel positive about where our country could be headed. If you’re interested, here’s a video of his speech and here’s a transcript.