History in the making

I am sitting today watching Barack Hussein Obama being sworn into office as the 44th President of the greatest nation on earth. I have high hopes for his 'tour of duty', for I am sure, after the glitter rubs off, he will feel like he's in a war zone. Odd thoughts pervade my mind...what are his children thinking? If I were his wife, I would have to have a make-up person there all day, since I'd be crying the whole day! (happiness does that sometimes) How does the moving in/out happen? Is everything packed from the Bushes and a packing crew starts at first light, hauling everything out? Then the trucks roll up and start unpacking the Obamas? Wow- can you imagine? And where did the president-elect and his family spend the night before Inauguration Day?
I was witness to the murder of a President and the aftermath, the murder of a charismatic 'Negro' leader (at the time that is what blacks were called), the burning of bras and now- amazingly- a future with a black American President. I am in awe, and am filled with faith in the American dream. We are a wondrous country, filled with talent and drive. President Obama spoke of having hope and virtue and braving the icy currents. The next few months, nay years, will be filled with tribulations and he will be beset with solving problems not of his making. My wish for him is the ability to have the best advisers- not just yes-men- but people willing to stand up and tell him what they believe- people that will have the faith of their convictions- and that he can trust to help him forge a new path for America to walk. My wish for him is the ability to see a path through the barriers and guide us safely into prosperity and freedom. My wish is for his family to comfort him and sustain him through these next hard years.

Quidvis Recte Factum Quamvis Humile Praeclarum

"Whatever is rightly done, however humble, is noble."

Blessings on you and America, President Barack Obama.

A new secret

It's not much of a secret- I am a packrat. What is the secret is that I like order to my chaos! Crazy, huh? I will not abide downright dirt, and hate filth. My roommate is not of the same mind, however. His room is an open Petri dish, and it makes my skin crawl. There are dishes and glasses and empty soda bottles all over his room and you have to wade through garbage to get into the room! It was specifically written into his contract with me that his room and bathroom be maintained. How does one nag an apparent adult to clean his freakin' room?? I have tried the casual references to the mess (I can't find any of his daughter's clothes in it) I have told him straight out, I have done it myself! Do I show him the clause in his contract? The same nagging issue goes for the backyard poop brigade...I do all the lawn maintenance- mowing, trimming, gardening- how fucking hard is it to pick up the dog shit once a week? I let it go when the snow was hip deep- but it's thawed now and he can bloody well clean the shit UP!
Yeah, yeah- my garage needs a back hoe to get into- and yeah, one of these days I'll get to it. BUT THAT'S THE GARAGE! ONE IS NOT LIVING IN THE GARAGE!! Sheesh...

New Year and another year older

Well- it official. I'm 'over-the-hill' and sliding down the backside! :) Recently celebrated the 30th Anniversary of my 21st birthday- spent the day as ward to a friend's son who is under house arrest and watching the roomie's daughter. Since he works at night, when I'm usually home to watch her, I kinda had to take her too. Whew! Both youngsters are OCD/ADHD...and I'm exhausted!
Had my 'squee' moment for the year...shopping at JoAnn Fabrics for embroidery floss. While looking at the various shades, a man bops around the aisle and starts looking at the dyes. He's sort of doing the same thing I am- squatting down, checking out the different ones, mumbling to himself. His phone vibrates and he answers, talks to someone then says- as he clicks it shut- "Don't you hate it when people call you from inside the store?" I kind of laughed and said "Well- that's why I don't have a cell phone! No phone- no bother!" Keep shopping...a minute later a woman comes down the aisle and he says, "Hi Mom!" They start to talk about the project he's working on, and while I'm not actively trying to listen- it's hard to miss. I make my selection and as I stand to leave, say "I don't mean to be nosy- but what are you working on?" He tells me Ghilly suits, which he learned to make in the service. We chat a minute, and I tell him I'm in a medieval reenactment group and always interested in men crafting and sewing, so was being nosy. He stands up and introduces himself, and in doing so tells me I'm a very beautiful woman and am I from around here? Well- of course I'm flattered, and thank him, telling him it was to be my birthday the next day and that he has made my year! He was flirting like mad, and while normally I would have given him an SCA card (since he seemed interested) I didn't- not wanting to seem like a cougar! LOL! Ah well- it'll be a good tale to tell! (and yes- he was good looking!)