January 20, 2009

New President

Okay - sorry Republican friends, but srsly had to...I'm just too moved...

So I've been following the Inauguration off and on all day and I have to say -- It is AMAZING.
Not just because I voted for Obama, but because we as a country have come so far in past 40 years. We as a country have our first African American president. A FIRST for us. A beautiful, amazing, inspiring, historical first. Whether you are a democrat or republican you have to agree that you weren't sure you would ever see the day that we didn't elect a WHITE MAN to office. I mean I was absolutely positive that it would happen in my lifetime (because I'm enthusiastic like that), but I wasn't sure my mom would get to see what her generation (and the generation before that) fought so hard to achieve. It's fun to find myself caught up in the moment. Never have I ever watched so closely a President of the United States be sworn into office. I watched his speech with my mom - the person who taught me how truly meaningful it is for our country to have just sworn this man into office (thanks mom). This man who is African American, in this very moment in time. This moment she thought she would never see. My mom was born in 1950. She saw what John F. Kennedy started in his presidency and Lyndon B Johnson followed through with. She saw Martin Luther King Jr and Rosa Parks fight, she saw desegregation efforts. She saw as the government passed the Voting Rights Act of 1965. She saw Martin Luther King, Jr.'s speech and more than that she too saw his dream. She was young and white, but poor and compationate. She knew our country need a change then. She was elated to see the change and saddened by the deaths of JFK and MLK, Jr. And today of all days my mother cried at the huge step that we as a country have taken toward equal rights. Today she got to see what a generation of people thought they would only dream about happen. I got to see her dreams come true. I got to see the stories she told me make a difference and allow us to elect this very intellegent, capable man to office regardless of the color of his skin. As MLK, Jr. said "I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character." Well, Dr. King, I do believe we just got one step closer.

January 14, 2009


So far I have to say that 25 feels just like 24 except for the part where I chopped off my hair. As you can see I had very long, gorgeous hair. I loved it...I'm really into my hair...srly really into it.

So the day started out a little shitty. I didn't feel very good when I woke up. - sidebar - children are germ mongers and that's probably the reason why I didn't feel good. Anyway, I was late for work, but I have awesome friends and family and got a ton of birthday wishes like first thing. The first one was actually from my friend Judy - who just happened to have been my 5th grade teacher. I didn't pick up the phone because, well, I was already hella late for work. So it was all good - she left a really funny message and I was on my way. So I got to work at 8:25 (supposed to be there at 8 - oops). My mom was already on the way to court and I felt like shit so I didn't really mind that I didn't have to listen to the client she had to go to court with. The rest of the morning was spent trying to kind of work and joking around with Kara about "old balls". She kept telling me I have them now and I kept reminding her that she had them first. It's a really long story, but I digress. So after that we played dots and I beat her 2 out of 3 times. HAHA! So 10:30 rolls around and it's time for my nail appt which is swiftly followed by the big chopping of the hair expedition. Nail appointment was awesome, I love my Shelly. I was still sick and so freakin' nervous. When it actually came time to cut my hair, JoHanna (my dear sweet hair lady/girl), was all about letting me reconsider (she's knows I dig my hair a lot). But I went through with it because it was either chop it all off or be annoyed longer....and...
I wouldn't look at myself until she washed it first off. Second, I am so glad I did it! I have a shit ton of hair and I am donating it to Beautiful Lengths (I've already donated to Locks of Love before). Beautiful Lengths makes real hair wigs for adult women with cancer. It was important to me to help someone that others might over look. I figure that if I were to get cancer and lose my hair I would freak...so other people must struggle with it too. 25 just seemed like a good time to make a change.
Anyway - I got like 20 posts on Facebook telling me happy b-day and managed to thank every single one of them. I got ooh's and ahh's over my new do. My mom tried to make my b-day kind of important even though she kind of pussed out. She was tired so I told her we'd do dinner another night - she's had a lot going on. My awesome neices told me I was the best aunt in the whole world....and my friend Ana made me dinner and there was a new episode of my show: Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. All in all a good day...except the fact that I found out Mariska Hargitay has a partially collapsed lung...not my favorite, but that's another story.
So I just want to say thanks to everyone who made yesterday a great b-day and let 25 slide w/o it being too hard...25 is one of my scary ages...

January 8, 2009

Shit days...and curse words

**be warned I'm in a bad mood - there will be swear words kids -
January 8th. I hate January 8th. The only good thing that ever happened on January 8th was my mom, with the possible exception of Kara's mom who also was born on January 8th. It's just one of those days that my mom and I expect for bad things to happen. I've missed the bus, missed class, been late for work, Kate left, and now mom is in a very uncomfortable meeting with someone that I have come to despise. It's like nothing good can happen on January 8th. I have no idea what's going on in her meeting and it feels like I'm going to puke because of it. Fucking January 8th - what a crock! Something good might be happening or something bad. I have no idea. This isn't anything that's any of my business either. I mean it's not like the world will end even if it's bad news, but come on, it's my mom's birthday. No she's not dying and yeah it will be fine in the end, but why do the most annoying people have to interrupt her birthday. She wanted to skip it this year and I said no...maybe that was a mistake...so I took care of everything but dinner and cake yesterday. This way it's only kind of her birthday. In other news I've come to realize that I only use this blog to vent. Oh well, it's my blog and I'll bitch if I want to...So today has just been a shit day all around. I'm not loving our clients, really not loving who we office share with, and pissed that people have to rain on my mom's birthday parade. The chick that we office share with has been extra annoying lately. She likes to wait until I look like I'm doing something (which it frequently does b/c I am constantly staring at the computer) and then come into my office and sit down. After she sits she proceeds to tell me all about why her criminal clients got the shit end of the stick. I'm supposed to be nice, but one of these days I swear I'm going to have a Jim Carey moment and tell her to just say "Quit breaking the law asshole" - and that will be the end of it. She represents criminals for shit's sake. I mean what the hell does she expect. They break the law over and over again because she keeps getting them off (okay well sometimes she gets them off). GAWD I hate stupid people...I was late for work today - as usual - only to come in and have my mom tell me we get to see 2 super annoying people today - oh yay! NOT! Then I'm here and I'm talking to my mom and start to cry (for those of you who don't know - I'm NOT a crier). I hate crying and I did it twice today. Fine, fine - I quit being a baby and mom goes to court. Then I'm frantically looking for the answer to my questions on line (never did find one anyway, but that the government for you). So finally I go to lunch and now I'm just really pissy. Hey though I didn't have to wait long to get mom and I lunch and Baskin Robbins made a really nice cake for her b-day so there's a plus. Then I get to Target and read a b-day card for her and it starts to make me cry again - srsly wtf - are my tear ducts broken, did I spring a leak? Fine whatever...got back from lunch, made mom cry and was informed that another annoying asshole was also coming in today and that Kara's mom was having a shitty b-day too. WTF -- when it rains it pours...ahhhhhhh!