First Ladies: Inaugural Ball Gowns

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I’ve always been fascinated by inaugural balls, really formal events period. I like the notion of dressing up in frippery. Note, I said I like ‘notion’ of dressing up in formal wear, but actually wearing it? Not so much. I’ve always loved Mamie Eisenhower’s dress. She was a legendary lover of the color pink, which was known as Mamie pink in her day. I looked for something similar for my own wedding. I’m not crazy about Jackie Kennedy’s dress. I just don’t like capes. Though I hated her husband, I think Nancy Reagan’s dress was quite nice. Usually I don’t like the one-shoulder thing, but for her, it worked.

Of course, there’s mad and crazy speculation about Madame Obama’s dress. I would imagine that besides the first puppy they’ve probably gotten more inquiries about it than anything else. I would love, love, love to see her in white. With the rich tones of her skin it would be unbelievably gorgeous.

We’ve Got Coattails Yes We Do

Okay folks, our job here is not done. Quiet as it’s kept, a president can’t do jack in Washington without Congress. He needs as many people in his own party, AND he needs for those people to owe him. Jim Martin is in the fight of his life in a run-off against Saxby Chambliss in Georgia. Obama is sending his people down to help Martin, but we’ve got to do our part. The Republicans are breaking out their star power, including that woman (IMO, this alone is grounds for him to go down in flames. Leave that disaster in Alaska.) First, if you’re in Georgia be sure to vote in the run-off. Early voting may start as early as next week. If you’ve got money donate, even five dollars will help. (Hell you can still buy a stamp with a fiver, can’t you?) 

Obama has a huge agenda ahead of him. He needs all the support we can give him, we’ve worked hard, but we’re not on the mountaintop yet. Thank you, and Goddess Bless America.

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Getting My Michelle Obama On

I mentioned before that it was my goal in life to get my Michelle Obama on. Yep, I aspire to be Michelle O., or at least to look as good as she does. This is my fave picture of her. Look at those shoulders, those arms. You just know her inaugural ball gown is going to be hot to death. So, to that end, I’ve got some work to do.

Oh and to the person who said that Michelle O. wasn’t gorgeous? Heads up, your shackles are showing.

Mama, I’m Amazed

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Plenty of other people will have absolutely fabulous posts on their blogs about last night. They’ll go into the historical and political ramifications. I suppose I could do that, and probably will in the coming days, but right now I’m going to talk about what it meant to me, the personal. Last night I wept for my mama, Edith Marie Brooks-Smith Hardy. Born in 1929 in east Alabama, she was 36 years old before it was legal for her to vote. And she made damned sure she voted in any and all elections after that. Mama would’ve loved Barack Obama, and from her viewpoint he couldn’t have picked a better running mate. See, my mama was a C-Span junkie. She watched that network the way people watch reality television today. Biden was one of her favorites. She loved the fact that he was a family man, and that he cared about poor people. She would’ve loved that about Obama as well. 

Despite growing up in the Jim Crow south, my mama was patriotic as all hell. She lost one brother in WWII, and another brother liberated concentration camps in Europe only to return home to the back of the bus. But she still loved America. In the last years of her life, however, mama started changing. As she struggled with her final illness and dealt with an impossible to navigate healthcare system she lost a lot of faith in this country. It was painful to watch. 

So, last night I cried. I wept because it’s only been six years since she died and I’m so damned sorry she missed this. I wept because my son can grow up in a country where anything is possible, a privilege that I never had. It’s been a long time, a long time coming, but indeed, change did come. My mama, always the eternal optimist would’ve appreciated that. And somehow, I believe she does. 

Dear Obama Campaign,

Next time you tell several dozen pollwatchers to pick up their credentials somewhere make sure the location has more than 15 PARKING SPOTS. I just spent 45 minutes getting downtown. Thirty minutes circling headquarters waiting on a space before I finally parked in a dirt lot from where they’ve leveled a building. Then another hour lost as hell trying to get back to the interstate. 

I had planned to check out my poll location for tomorrow but after spending three hours on what should’ve been a thirty minute trip I just wanted to get the hell out of there. Barack, I love you like a play cousin, but I’m not sure I’m doing this shit again tomorrow. Depends on whether Whit makes me a really good martini tonight. That is all.

Your friend, Roslyn the EX-Pollwatcher

Baracking the Vote

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Last week I cast the most emotional vote of my life. I never thought this day would come and am delighted to see my cynicism proven wrong. Whit, Luke and I waited in line for nearly two hours. He was incredibly good, working the crowd like a miniature politician himself. He didn’t get crabby until the very end, and I just let him cry it out. 

Tomorrow I’ll be working as a pollwatcher. It’ll probably be a long day because they’re trying to get permission to leave the polls open until 9:00 p.m. Anyone who is in line at 9:00 gets to vote and then I have to stay until they reconcile the machines, so I doubt I’ll be home before 11:00 p.m. That’s okay, this is democracy and freedom’s never free.

The Ecstasy and the Agony

I stole these pics from The Black Snob. She has a regular slide show of Obama love over on her blog. Every little girl should be lucky enough to have such a fabulous relationship with her daddy. I know I wish I had. 

 

 

Then I see this picture with the sharpshooters above and realize what a tremendous sacrifice this family is making. I don’t know if I could be as brave as Michelle Obama. This country has never been kind to its leaders, especially the ones who promote change. I get chills every time I think about it. I’m sure Michelle thinks about it every day. 

Obama Mania

 

 

 I stolt this picture from over at Nappturality. Apparently a guy in Austin, TX got tired of folk stealing his Obama sign. I might have to resort to this since the my nearest Obama headquarters is in Decatur. I’ve tried to find something in that town three times and got hopelessly lost each time. I’m not going again. 

The Great Schlep

This is my first post since I’ve moved to my new blog. The account I had previously was simply unworkable. Over the next few days (weeks) I’ll be moving some of my more crucial posts over to this new blog. After that, I’ll probably delete the old one. I’m very excited to have a blog that’s not so difficult to deal with.