Words can’t express what I feel today. On more than one occasion I found myself having to catch my breath.
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Nothing makes a bad day better like listening to angry women on guitars in a room full of lesbians. (text to April Musser).
So true sister (text to Morgan Mark)
So I would like to dedicate the song “Least Complicated” by the Indigo Girls (Because Brother Dane once said, “This song makes me wish I were a lesbian.”) to all of the folks at the Amy Ray concert, Keith Olbermann, and anyone else who is saddened by the passage of Prop 8 (And if you like music, Amy Ray does an amazing live show).
While I was listening to live music and then have a wonderful adult conversation and drinking Newcastle at McCormicks with my friend Beth, Don was babysitting our boys and watching “Cars”. God Bless him.
Andy and Beth, Owen says thanks for the Lightning McQueen house slippers. We took Owen to Disney on Ice on Friday night. As far as he is concerned he’s seen the entire “cast” of the movie in person!
Our family, along with 65,431,953 voters in our country are thrilled with the outcome of the 2008 election. President-elect Obama (doesn’t that have a nice ring to it?) is the right person for the job in the considerably rough times I’m certain are ahead. I am so proud of my country today!
On a funny note (not so funny at the time), Don and I locked ourselves out of the house on Tuesday night (or should I say Wednesday morning. It was about 1:30 a.m. We were dead tired). So after being awake since 4:45a.m. and all the running around and election day craziness we spent the night in a hotel in Fredricksburg. The hotel owner was watching the news when I checked in. He saw the “Obama/Biden” pin on my jacket and gave me a high-five through the plexi-glass. He said, “America needed this! I had my bags packed for home incase he didn’t win.” (I think he was from India).
We had breakfast at Cracker Barrel the next morning on our way to pick up O from the grandparents house. From Fredricksburg to Haymarket and from Haymarket to Richmond there was not one Washington Post to be found. Everyone was sold out by 8 a.m. Fortunately there was a young man selling The Richmond Times Dispatch when we got off the highway on our way home.