So long ineptitude...hello possibility and clean up

First inauguration above, 44th coming up in just 11 days.
Say good bye to how many years of ineptitude?

Earlier this summer we were driving through Pendleton about the
time president-elect, then candidate Obama was getting ready to
climb back into his official US plane and go to Montana.
We hung around the airport for about an hour while waiting
for his entourage. Daughter, pictured above, was not too interested,
but she got into it. My better half, above, told her this was a chance
of a life time as he would probably be the next prez.
The result is, as above. This is our hometown slice of political involvement
other than getting our Neumanesque mailman to
comment on our Obama sticker. Which lead to me filing
a complaint with the PO and getting an apology from
his supervisor. I really wanted an apology from the postal carrier who made it.
I digress....Time to get ready for work so more soon...next week think four day weekend!

We are less than 2 weeks from our 44th president being sworn in..although I would swear he is already running the country...where is Bush jr. these days besides making guest appearances in places he has never visited before...like dept of transportation for five minutes. Heard the mrs. got her last licks in with the purchase of a $200,000 in new china and a matching rug!

Post Beach See the Mom Smile

Time out from playing on the beach. Rock Band! I sang too!


HAPPY at the BEACH!

Lots of old adages applied while playing at the beach: Doesnt matter how old your kids are, when they are near the feeling that you didnt know co-existed with the empty nest, is gone. I was one hundred percent this past weekend while we beached it. It was a feeling light and happy in a way I dont feel any other time of my life. When I woke up at the beach on Saturday-day 1, glorious thoughts were in charge:

1) All three of my sweethearts are on the other side of the door. I could touch each of them if I really wanted to bother them. 2) I/WE are at the beach. The sound of the ocean could fill the room if I got my lazy self out of bed and turn the door knob. 3) James' neck was painfree. I havent told him yet that he was in my highest prayer before we went to bed. Please give him one painfree day while here so he can enjoy it. I should have asked for something different because it was one painfree day, then back to everything that hurts.

But it was beach time, hanging out time, lots of nonstop togetherness and talking that was long long, long overdue. The kids are 3 peas--they all live in different towns too many miles apart and then when together, clicking like clack. It was beyond words for this old mom.
Dinner has not been served yet and I have miles to go and its almost 8:30. So more reveling manana.
To Seth, Mer and Lex, thanks for the indulgance! To James who put up with me so I could have my way; 1000 percent to be at the beach serving a middle of Oct TG dinner to may family. Photo of the patient one next time! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks big guy for James' pain free day. Amen.

Really early and B4 coffee

I have failed to mention my lovely older daughter is visiting from San Francisco. We have not been together for 10 months. She is a student and worker bee, living a sweet life with her bf Ethan near San Fran. It's been grande' to have her close. We talk almost everyday but that phone and email doesnt come close to having your child (no matter what age) withing touching and seeing distance. Although I have been keeping a wicked work schedule, the little bits of down time have been stellar. It's really fun seeing how the gene pool affects our children. She is very passionate about politics like I am. We ran out and put up a few Veterans Day parade posters around town, then a quick hello to youngest daughter, waitress/baristra and ran home again so we wouldnt miss any of the second presidential debate. It was an all star line up watching the debates. Mer had her couch, James had the recliner and I had the other couch. What one was thinking the other was shouting out. Being very verbal back to the tv. Say shouting in a passionate, focused way (ha!). I kept trying to imagine Mr. "My Friends" in charge of our country. Holy, holy. The best description I heard about it was, it was the 20th century candidate meets the 21st century candidate. Mer is running errands later to hometowns and her dads. Tomorrow we all got to think about packing for our Oregon coast beach trip! Coffee is calling! HAPPY BIRTHDAY RICHARD!