There will be no Sunday Regurgitation today because Emily emailed me this video she made and I liked it enough to change my schedule which is entirely contrary to the oath I took as a card carrying member of the Anal Retentive Society.
If I had to choose the words I would hold up, they would be:
Hopeful. Because while I didn’t guzzle the Obama kool aid, there’s something about him that makes me think that that tiny little speck I see way out there in the distance might actually not be, as I feared, a painful reminder never to peer directly into my DSLR’s flash when cleaning it and for this, I just have five words: turn the camera off, numnuts. Maybe, just maybe, that speck is actually light at the end of this long ass dark tunnel that I like to call NOWADAYS which is littered with pink slips and crumpled up 401K statements and empty homes and ginormous blank checks and big piles of crap.
Skeptical. Because #1) I am immediately suspicious of anything that is marketed to turn my life around and I need to only glance at the three inch coating of dust on our treadmill as a painful reminder; #2) It’s a pretty big sandbox he’s playing in and as moms everywhere know, there will be some who won’t scoot over to make room or who won’t play fair or who won’t stop flinging sand and before you know it, plastic dump trucks will be flying and there will be a huge patch of pee that no one will cop to; and #3) no family has the right to seem that perfect, let alone actually be that way. They are way too attractive and happy and well behaved. There’s too much hand holding and bumping of fists and upping of thumbs going on. Do families actually do this? Is this normal? Maybe we should try it. As soon as Helena stops burping the alphabet and Zoe stops screaming that her life is unfair and Nate puts down his crackberry long enough to recognize me, I’m going to suggest it.
Dancer. Because I have no idea what this song means and if I hold up this sign, maybe someone will clue me in.
Proud. Because, quite simply, I am. Proud to live in a land where I had the opportunity to participate in my government and elect either an African American or a woman when I thought I’d have to mail in my vote from a nursing home before I would have such a choice.
Proud to watch such a peaceful, respectful and gracious transfer of power.
Proud of everyone who voted and participated in the process.
Proud of my president and proud of my country.
I like your video, Emily. I hope others will like it as well.