Well kids, do you really expect me to post anything coherent here? I've got about 3 or 4 websites open, torturing myself, plus the television on watching the coverage. I'm sure that there is no way I would sleep, possibly not even with an Ambien at this point.
Someone said sticker envy?
That beauty is a full THREE INCHES in diameter!
I love that sticker.
In watching all this madness, it makes me happy to see that Pennsylvania is probably going to go to Obama. Florida probably too.
Seriously though, I got nothing. I'm burnt. All I can say is that I hope to get some sleep tonight and I hope to be extremely happy tomorrow.
Peace, love and hair grease my peoples.
There are not many things about which I am highly emotional. I cried at the passing of my father, my grandparents, my favorite uncle. On a rare occasion, I will become so angry that I cry. Today, I cry for a woman that I never met, never knew. Madelyn Dunham, who fought the good fight, who tried to beat the monster, at least long enough to see her grandson take the ultimate step and make history. For her, I cry. I cry her tears of pride to see Barack Obama go so far. I cry a nation's tears of hope for a better tomorrow. I cry my grandmother's tears of joy to see a Black man nearly ready to step into the White House when she lived through times when she could not vote as a woman, nor as a African American. I cry my daughter's tears, who, with the grace of God, has many more years on this planet where, while there are so many good people, there are still so many bad. I cry my own tears of anticipation, of joy, of love for a man I have never met but has the promise of so much.
YES, WE CAN!
The world is waiting for you, President Obama. It is waiting for you to once again make the United States a shining beacon in rough seas. The world stage awaits you with open arms as they are ready for change as well.
Hope is not just a catchphrase.
If you read this blog, if you know me at all, you will know that this evening my beloved, the Pittsbugh Steelers are playing the Washington Redskins. I bleed black and gold. Always.
But tonight, an interesting fact has been presented. When the Washington Redskins play at home the night before an election and lose, the candidate that won the popular vote lost the election. 17 of 17 times. So, because I have hope, because I
want need change, I will unwillingly root for these Redskins because football is but a game and there will be another next week, but this vote, this Presidency could be a once in a lifetime thing for many and there is no opportunity next week to redeem itself next week.
My recent problem which is getting worse is that I no longer know when I am hungry. I eat at work at specific times, but not because I'm hungry. On weekends, I just kind of forget to eat. The only way I realize that I'm probably hungry is the nasty headache and a bit of an upset stomach. I don't know if this is a symptom of something, but I'm trying not to let WebMD rule my life.
Last night I told Kiddo before bed that we would be going to Denny's this morning for breakfast so to be ready to go at 10. At 8:30 I woke up to a viciously pounding headache along with a good bit of nausea. I trucked off to the bathroom and noticed that her door was cracked and the light and TV were on. I knocked and peeked in to find her sitting on the floor, fully dressed, watching TV. She looked at me slightly confused (since I was still in my bathrobe) and all I could say was "Forgot to turn your clock back, huh?" The look was priceless.
We ended up leaving a little earlier than 10 because I really needed to get some food in me. Over to Denny's we went, since we all know that I hate IHOP. It was about a 15 minute wait, which I can deal with. Every time we've gone in there, the same guy is at the host stand taking names and getting asses in seats. Today, he was MIA. Insert train wreck here.
We finally got a seat and watched 4 different waitresses walk past us and not a one said a word to us. I'm hungry and therefore pretty annoyed. After 5 minutes, I was past annoyed. We agreed that if we didn't have someone at least speaking to us in the next 5, we were gonna give up the fight. Right then, I also called Sergio's, the most rockin' Cuban restaurant EVER! They just don't speak a lot of English. Someone picked up and I tried to ask them how long the wait was. I got put on hold as I could hear the girl who answered the phone yelling "ENGLISH!!" Not funny then, very funny now. Someone finally came on and I asked how long for a table of three. He said that he had three people on the list right now and he would put me on but I had to PROMISE that I would be there in five minutes. I told him we'd be there in three.
Still never having seen a waitress to get as much as some silverware or a glass of water, we walked out. I have never done that before in my life. Sergio's in only a few blocks away from Denny's and Kiddo and I got out while Lovey parked the car. We had barely walked in the place when they were calling us for our table. Less than 2 minutes and we had water. Another minute and we had silverware. We had barely finished looking at the menu when our waitress was there to take our order. Oh how I love you cafe con leche. Less than 2 minutes and we had our coffee. I am not exaggerating when I say it was less than 5 minutes before we had all of our food. That's right. In less time than it took to get seated an aggravated at Denny's, we had been seated, served, and were almost finished eating.
Btw, if you're ever in Miami and you go to Sergio's (and I suggest it), be aware that when they say you're getting two scrambled eggs, you're really getting somewhere in the neighborhood of five. All full of cheese with a side of bacon and the hugest piece of toasty, buttery Cuban bread ever. Artery clogging? Yes, Delicious and well worth it? Hell yes.
My boys don't play till tomorrow so I went to do a little shopping today. Hi Macy's. I love when the things I want are 40% off and on top of that you let me use my coupon for another 30% off. I think I got 4 tops and 2 skirts for about a C-note.
Lovey's aunt made some delicioso chicken with onions and peppers. I love peppers. I can't wait to eat it. Sometimes I think she's trying to fatten me up since they're always telling me (and Lovey) that I'm too skinny. Ah well. I don't have that badonkadonk butt, but I can deal with that. 🙂
Oh yeah, last thing. Today was the last day of early voting. On my way to the mall, I drove by the place we voted. The line was wrapped all the way around the library. I'm thinking it had to have been at least a five hour wait. People are serious about some voting down here! I think I'm gonna need to do some volunteering in these last couple of days.
That's all I've got for you today…as if I didn't ramble enough. I hope that you've all enjoyed your weekend. See you again tomorrow for more misadventures of the house of Shyne. MWAH!
So, late in the game I've decided to try to spit out a post a day for 30 days. I already know that this will be difficult considering that there's a lot of stuff going on this month. But, hey, what the hell, it's worth a shot.
A couple of things for me:
- 5 days till surgery
- 35 days till Cirque du Soleil
- 38 days till my birthday
- 43 days till the Associates degree
- 70 days till vacation
Today, I talked to Kiddo about going to the gyno. She is NOT excited. Granted, she should be safe for a few more years, but yeah, she dosen't want to go. Ever. Am I wrong in explaining the difference between a pap, a colposcopy and cryosurgery? Maybe.
Mmmm, today I had the Buffalo chicken sandwich from Wendy's. Lovey says it was really spicy, but he didn't have the blue cheese sauce on his. Mine wasn't spicy at all. Sadness. I like spicy though. A lot.
Earlier today (or last night), I made a promise to some dead relatives about action I would take if they pulled out all the winning lotto balls for me. Tomorrow morning I'll know what needs to be done.
Ah, and most importantly for today. At 8am, I woke up from an Ambien induced sleep, promptly got dressed and hopped on my bicycle. I rode for approximately 20 minutes to the library where I stood in line for three, count em, THREE hours in order to cast my vote. Thank goodness for early voting. These are important times, my friends, and whether you agree with my choice of candidates (That One, the socialist, Marxist, communist, spread the wealth, illegal aunt hiding black guy) or not, I hope you realize the importance of making your voice heard. EVERY VOTE COUNTS!! So get out there and vote. For Obama. All the cool kids are doing it. Well, you know, except for Stephen Baldwin who says that, you know, if there was a rally with a bunch of hip-hop people, since that's the demographic, ugh…I can't even repeat the rest of that.
Have a lovely November all. See you tomorrow.