007

Looking forward to going to see the new James Bond movie, Quantum of Solace, this evening. Shawn lurves him some Bond movies, so off we go. I think that Daniel Craig is bringing back the old school style of Bond, which is a good thing. Pierce Bronsan always made me think of Remmington Steele running around in a tux. Yuck.

Plus, I am excited to hear the new opening song, since Jack White is singing it!

Code name

The Obama family recently received its new (and alliterative) code names from the Secret Service: "Renegade" (Barack), "Renaissance" (Michelle), "Radiance" (Malia) and "Rosebud" (Sasha).

I wonder what the Secret Service would choose for me . . .

Contents

Have been cleaning out my purse this morning and decided to catalog its contents:

1. Orange case for glasses (glasses are inside)
2. Green case for sunglasses (glasses are inside)
3. Wine cork from Mac Murray Ranch Pinot Noir
4. Two pens, black ink
5. Key chain
6. Small moleskine notebook -graphing paper
7. Lemon CO Bigelow hand lotion
8. Five gum wrappers
9. Two pieces Stride Winterblue gum
10. One nickel
11. SONY Cyber-shot camera
12. Aveda Be Curly curl enhancer hair product
13. Travels size Tums Smoothies container, empty
14. Half used packet of travel tissues
15. Four band-aids
16. Two tampons
17. Two Shout wipes
18. Band-Aid blister block stick
19. Two packets of toothpicks
20. Blue pill case with one Zyrtec and two Excedrin
21. Kate Spade card that came with purse “occasionally she dreams of italy. she dreams
of cheese shops, persnickety fiats, and very fine leather goods.”
22. iphone
23. Buckeye necklace
24. Small pink make-up bag: Bert’s Bees Lip Balm, CO Bigelow Lemon Lip Cream, Clinique Superbalm in lilac and raspberry
25. Black leather wallet

Yes We Can

My heart is bursting with pride this morning for my country in a way that it never has before. I’m so thrilled that we as a country have decided to no longer make decisions based on fear, race, or partisanship, but have made the leap towards making them based on hope, faith, and character. I know that we still have a long way to go, but I feel that at least we are now ready to make that journey.

I want to include a transcript of Obama’s acceptance speech from last night. Not only because it is historic and beautifully composed, but because I feel that it would best explain the joy I feel today and the outlook I have for the future.

Obama:
Hello, Chicago.

If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.

It’s the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen, by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different, that their voices could be that difference.
It’s the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled. Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been just a collection of individuals or a collection of red states and blue states.

We are, and always will be, the United States of America.

It’s the answer that led those who’ve been told for so long by so many to be cynical and fearful and doubtful about what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.

It’s been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this date in this election at this defining moment change has come to America.

A little bit earlier this evening, I received an extraordinarily gracious call from Sen. McCain.
Sen. McCain fought long and hard in this campaign. And he’s fought even longer and harder for the country that he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine. We are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader.

I congratulate him; I congratulate Gov. Palin for all that they’ve achieved. And I look forward to working with them to renew this nation’s promise in the months ahead.

I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart, and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton and rode with on the train home to Delaware, the vice president-elect of the United States, Joe Biden.

And I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last 16 years the rock of our family, the love of my life, the nation’s next first lady Michelle Obama.

Sasha and Malia I love you both more than you can imagine. And you have earned the new puppy that’s coming with us to the new White House.

And while she’s no longer with us, I know my grandmother’s watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight. I know that my debt to them is beyond measure.

To my sister Maya, my sister Alma, all my other brothers and sisters, thank you so much for all the support that you’ve given me. I am grateful to them.

And to my campaign manager, David Plouffe, the unsung hero of this campaign, who built the best — the best political campaign, I think, in the history of the United States of America.

To my chief strategist David Axelrod who’s been a partner with me every step of the way.

To the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you’ve sacrificed to get it done.

But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to. It belongs to you. It belongs to you.
I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn’t start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington. It began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston. It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give $5 and $10 and $20 to the cause.

It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation’s apathy who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep.
It drew strength from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on doors of perfect strangers, and from the millions of Americans who volunteered and organized and proved that more than two centuries later a government of the people, by the people, and for the people has not perished from the Earth.

This is your victory.

And I know you didn’t do this just to win an election. And I know you didn’t do it for me.

You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime — two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century.

Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us.

There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after the children fall asleep and wonder how they’ll make the mortgage or pay their doctors’ bills or save enough for their child’s college education.

There’s new energy to harness, new jobs to be created, new schools to build, and threats to meet, alliances to repair.

The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even in one term. But, America, I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there.
I promise you, we as a people will get there.

There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won’t agree with every decision or policy I make as president. And we know the government can’t solve every problem.

But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And, above all, I will ask you to join in the work of remaking this nation, the only way it’s been done in America for 221 years — block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.

What began 21 months ago in the depths of winter cannot end on this autumn night.

This victory alone is not the change we seek. It is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were.

It can’t happen without you, without a new spirit of service, a new spirit of sacrifice.

So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism, of responsibility, where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves but each other.

Let us remember that, if this financial crisis taught us anything, it’s that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers.

In this country, we rise or fall as one nation, as one people. Let’s resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long.
Let’s remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House, a party founded on the values of self-reliance and individual liberty and national unity.

Those are values that we all share. And while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress.

As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, we are not enemies but friends. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection.

And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn, I may not have won your vote tonight, but I hear your voices. I need your help. And I will be your president, too.

And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces, to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of the world, our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand.

To those — to those who would tear the world down: We will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security: We support you. 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.

That’s the true genius of America: that America can change. Our union can be perfected. What we’ve already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.

This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that’s on my mind tonight’s about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She’s a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing: Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.

She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn’t vote for two reasons — because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.

And tonight, I think about all that she’s seen throughout her century in America — the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can’t, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.

At a time when women’s voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.

When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs, a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.

When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.

She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "We Shall Overcome." Yes we can.

A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination.

And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change.

Yes we can.

America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves — if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?

This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment.

This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can’t, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, we can.

Thank you. God bless you. And may God bless the United States of America.

Ballot has been cast.

Today is the big day. I just got back from completing my civic duty and voted this morning. Went early with Shawn and we were done in less that an hour. Not too bad, I think that I waited twice as long last election.

I have decided to put a self-imposed bubble around me regarding the election today until at least 6PM. The reason is that I am very interested in the outcome of the election, but do not want to get overloaded early on the incessant media reporting that has already started. I pledge to not watch TV or log on to any news-based internet sites until tonight. That way I can watch the coverage with fresh eyes. This is such a historic election, no matter the outcome, that I want to be able to give it the attention that it deserves, not becoming bored and desensitized from sensory overload.

I’ll probably post more tomorrow, once I have been able to see what America decides. . .

Happy Howl-O-Ween

Last night Shawn and I took Walter to a Howl-O-Ween party at the place where he goes to doggie daycare/boarding. Several costumes were attempted: Devil, cowboy, Bears Fan, however they all either fell off of him immediately or he looked so sad wearing them that I couldn’t keep it on. He ended up wearing the neckerchief from Shawn’s old boy scout uniform. Above are the attempts at the devil horns. Please notice the look of disgust and resignation. I love how he can make me feel childish and beneath him, when HE is the one who scared of the vacuum and will eat goose poop if given the chance.

Lest you think that we are narcissistic dog owners, the proceeds from the party went to the local guide dog training place. The dogs also had a blast playing with each other, eating doggie cookies shaped like ghosts, and bobbing for hot dogs.

Told Roz about it on the phone and I think she summed it up in one sentence: “You really need to just have a kid.”

I think I’ll end with that. I am now going to get high on fructose. Happy Halloween.

Playing Catch Up

Sorry for the lull in the postings, things have been rather busy lately. Rather that an extra long, rambling post, how ‘bout we do a list to sum up?

Survived boredom of Shawn being in HK, mostly by working on some new art pieces and having long conversations with the dog.

After much anxiety, figured out that the Jeep needed a new battery, got one, and have been zooming around in relative security ever since.

Working out, meeting with trainer, getting ass kicked.

Trip to CMH to see good friends, have a lot of laughs, and realize how much I miss everyone.

Trip also included debacle of OSU losing to Penn State. Ugh!

More working out. Shin splints. Stair master. Ass kicked.

Carved pumpkins with hubby last night. Still hold pumpkin carving title belt.

Ghost in the Machine

I get a call from the garage this morning telling me that has the Jeep stating that they have been looking at the car and they cannot find anything wrong with it. They have repeatedly tried to start of the car and it starts perfectly each time. They have no idea what made it not start the other day. They cleaned up the battery cables and hook-up and recharged it, but otherwise it is fine. What?? The guy that picked me up and tried to start it was there and he said that he had no idea what what going on either and promised me that he told them that it didn’t start when he looked at it at the parking lot. At least the garage guys don’t think that I am loony-tunes.

So, I walk up to the garage and pick it up. Starts up right away and I drive it home. But, now I am afraid to drive the thing because I do not want it to die on me again. I think that it is biding its time and will strike when I am completely lulled into a false sense of security. I just can’t win.

Sweaty Stranded Solo

Today was a difficult day. It started out well, with a nice walk this morning with Walter to enjoy the beautiful fall weather. The trees are changing up here and the views are amazing. So, after the walk I have some breakfast, check emails, and head to the gym. After an invigorating work out, I head back to the Jeep in the parking lot. Jump in, place the keys in the ignition, aaannd . . . my day is ruined.

I turn the key and all the dials on the dashboard go nutso. Spinning around and dancing like a hippie at a Phish concert. The drop back to zero after about 30 seconds. Then the engine revs, but the doesn’t catch. So, I do the only logical thing, try it another dozen times over the course of 15 minutes. Please remember that I am a total sweaty mess to start out with, and getting hotter (both figuratively and literally) by the second. At this point I realized that I do not have my wallet or purse. UGH!

A bit of background now: Shawn is currently in Hong Kong for work. He left on Saturday and will not be back until the 21st. Hong Kong is 13 hours ahead from Madison time. This is going on at noon, so it is 1 in the morning there.

So, I call Shawn. I have no idea what to do. We don’t know ANYONE here in Madison to call, not to mention where I should have the car taken. Poor Shawn, he listens to my freak out and calms me down. I go back into the gym to see if anyone can help me figure out who to call to get the thing towed and hopefully get a ride home. God bless Larry. He is one of the janitors at the gym. He goes out and takes a look at the car to make sure he can’t fix it. Then tells me to call the local garage that is close to the house to tow it and check it out. He says that they are reliable and should also be able to give me a ride home. 

So, I call the garage and they send someone out to check it out. He says that they need to get a flatbed truck out to tow it, but shouldn’t be a problem. He gives me a ride back to the house so I can shower and change to get up to the garage to sign the service agreement.

I can only say that thank God for the kindness of strangers. I wouldn’t know what I would have done otherwise. It kind of made me realize how isolated we are here, compared to CMH, where I would have had numerous people to call for a ride and just the right garage to take the car.

So, now I have to wait to see what the verdict is. . . I hope that they can save him. I love that Jeep.