....I find it completely necessary to share with you the things that spill out of my brainpan.
What a difference eight years makes.
January 20, 2001.....
I stood in a room at my friend Stephanie's house in Aurora, Illinois. MathMan and I were separated and I was living away from him and The Spawn. Tears of dread welled up in my eyes as I watched George W. Bush take the oath of office on the little black and white television. I knew he'd be a bad president. I just didn't know how bad.
January 20, 2009.......
I got a text message from MathMan. There was a picture of him all bundled up.
He was wearing his White Sox knitted cap and a scarf was wrapped around most of his face.
I could still see the smile under all that cloth.
The accompanying message read "I am freezing my 'nads off."
We are so classy like that.
Will I forever equate this moment of great historic significance with my husband's balls?
Only time will tell.
Traffic was light on the way to the office this morning.
This pleased me greatly as I considered how I might secretly watch the inauguration.
My boss called this morning to ask if I was celebrating, but not gloating.
Naturally. I'm not much for gloating. (Where people can see me.)
J, the best boss I ever had, gave us permission to watch the events today.
"I want you to be able to enjoy it guilt free" were his exact words.
The man has my number.
My mother reminded me that when I saw Barack Obama speak at the 2004 Democratic National Convention, I called her and said "Watch this guy. He's going to be President someday."
I wish I had that same accuracy with lottery numbers.
When Obama first started his race for the White House, I saw a rally for him and as the attendees shook hands with the man would become President, this song played over the loud speakers....
And I thought "Yeah. Oh, yeah."
Here's to better days for all of us......