Geez, I told you all he would win.
What were you so stressed about?!
Honestly, I still can’t quite believe it. I was so inspired by President-Elect Obama’s speech last night. This guy gets it. No matter what our differences, we all want to be one, united country.
I thought McCain was enormously gracious and if he had run his campaign more like that concession speech, this would have been a very close race.
I know how you McCain supporters are feeling today. It’s spirit crushing to have your candidate lose. Every time we visit Rick’s relatives in Boca, I still have to suppress the urge to start counting chads from the 2000 race.
But know that voters elected a leader who wants to bring this country together and move it forward. Obama is not interested in celebratory campaign speeches. He’s not interested in sticking it to the Republicans. He’s not interested in a divided America.
As Obama said himself last night, “And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn – I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your President too.”
I was going nuts yesterday. Just nervously and optimistically waiting all damn day.
I put on the TV around 5 pm and CNN finally broke in with BREAKING NEWS.
At last…. EXIT POLLING DATA. Exit polling data is like Halloween candy for political junkies.
So they turn to their fancy voter analysis board and here come the numbers….
It looks like 62% of voters care about the economy!
What?! What kind of stupid breaking news is that? Of course, a large percentage of us care about the economy.
I want some projections. Who’s winning this election?!
So then I called my husband Rick at Fox 5 for the inside scoop and he, too, agreed that a lot of people are worried about the economy. I guess he has access to the same polling data as CNN.
Finally, I checked in with my boyfriend Republican Joe Scarborough on MSNBC. At 7:05 pm, he said it’s pretty much over for McCain. Joe wouldn’t lie to me, would he?
And then it finally starts to really happen. Those states started turning blue. The most lovely, amazing, perfect shade of blue.
By this morning, it seemed like a crazy, hazy, impossible dream.
Dylan celebrated by wearing my Obama glasses and her purple swim cap.
Because she always likes to usher in a new era with the appropriate head piece.
And it really is a new era. A time in history where America’s reputation is restored in this world and change is truly possible.
Oh, and breaking news for Joe the plumber. Better go get that plumbing license. Sorry buddy, but you aren’t headed for the White House.
I love the chance to be part of something big and cool like the New York City marathon. So this weekend, I jumped at the chance to volunteer in one of the medical tents just past the finish line. First, we packed bags of ice.
Don’t I look all smart and sassy in my hat? Like the kind of person you’d turn to if you needed emergency medical attention. Or maybe just some ice for your gin and tonic.
Oh, and here are my friends Adam and Anna working hard too. How fun do they make this look? I mean, if you’re going to fill hundreds of bags with ice, you want to be hanging with this couple.
I have always loved the New York marathon because it’s so inspirational and energizing. If someone can run 26.2 miles, just imagine what I can accomplish. Anything really.
But wait, I just need to lay on the couch and watch this new episode of “Lipstick Jungle” first. And then, I swear, I’m totally on it.
My job during the race was to take injured runners and escort then to the proper area for their specific injuries. Runners had severe cramps, nausea, vomiting, dizziness, blisters, nipple bleeding (apparently from their shirt chafing their nipples while running) and on and on.
Seeing all these runners in agonizing pain made me kind of wonder if running 26 miles is really such a brilliant idea. The body doesn’t seem to like it very much.
There were runners from all over the world but the French were definitely my favorite. Because as soon as they cross the finish line, they pull out a cigarette. Now that’s a commitment to smoking. For all I know, they smoke during the race too.
By the end of the day, I am completely drained, hungry, thirsty and really longing for a bathroom where I can actually sit down.
But heck, at least my nipples aren’t chafed. So I think I’m doing alright.
And, in case you hadn’t noticed, that’s two consecutive posts without mentioning the election. And we’re almost to the finish line.
So me and my princess fairy wing girls tore up the streets on Halloween.
I tried to jump on the princess bandwagon (because frankly there are just not enough opportunities in life to wear a tiara)…
But there’s such a fine line between looking all fancy and regal, and looking like you’re heading out to a bachelorette party. Don’t you think?
See what I mean?
After trick or treating all afternoon at the shops on Bleeker Street, the girls traded in their day tulle for night time princesses attire. And Rick swapped out his suit for his world champs attire. Yes, the New Yorkers still coughed up the candy for a Phillies fan.
And after a long, grueling day of candy collecting, Dylan is already thinking ahead.
“So what holiday comes after Halloween?” Dylan asks.
“Thanksgiving,” I reply.
“What are we going to do?”
“We are going to go visit family in Connecticut. We’ll eat yummy food, see lots of people we love and be grateful for all our amazing blessings,” I explain.
“Will there be lots of candy there?”
Oh Dylan, we can only hope.
So last night, I went to bed at a ridiculously late hour because I had to watch Obama’s infomercial, and then Obama on The Daily Show and then Obama do a stand up comedy special on HBO (oh, maybe that’s not quite right)….
After my Obama-thon, I still had to fill out a school admissions application for Dylan (with essay questions) and then fill it out again because I smudged it as I was putting it in the envelope.
But before I finally turned in, I checked on the kids and as I watched Summer’s beautiful, hypnotic breathing, she started to stir.
So I froze.
And then she moved around some more.
I held my breath and continued my motionless vigil.
Then her eyes popped open.
And I squeezed mine shut, pathetically hoping to prevent her from actually seeing me, which as you might have guessed was an enormously ineffective tactic.
So Rick and I spent the next half hour trying to get her back to sleep. Am I a master at waking my kids up or what? Wow, it’s like a whole new, untapped hobby for me.
My point is… standing motionless and squeezing your eyes shut doesn’t usually accomplish much of anything in this world. So this weekend, if you have a passion for one of the candidates, do something.
Pull up their campaign website and get involved. This election is positively NOT over and there are a million things you can do to help your candidate win.
And it will make you feel energized, passionate and engaged in our democratic process.
So get out the vote.
And then vote yourself.
I’ll be phone banking for Obama here in New York if you want to join me on campaign hysteria lane.
My best kiwi gal Lucy is on board too.
As for my friend Liz, she was trying to convince me to go hear an alternative country band in the East Village tonight.
Hmmm… Although I had a somewhat fierce Garth brooks/Billy Ray phase in my early twenties, I’m not much of a country girl or very alternative either. But we bartered. I’m going to the concert. She’s phone banking on Saturday.
I have relatives getting out the vote in North Carolina.
My dad is making calls from Cape Cod.
All campaign rhetoric aside, this really is our moment.
Because in life, we can squeeze our eyes shut, blocking out the injustices and wrongdoings, or we can stand up and do something about it.