I guess my dad fled back to Cape Cod because I haven’t seen him anywhere.
But in his absence, I did convince my New Zealander friend Lucy to phone bank for the Obama campaign with me this weekend.
Lucy can’t vote, but she wants to do something. And I figured, what undecided voter could resist that Kiwi accent? We called Ohio voters and no disrespect to Ohioans but the North Carolina voters I called last week were a bit more cordial. I guess it’s the southern way.
I remember at Tulane University in New Orleans, I’d hear southern guys get in an argument and one of them would say, “F-ck all, y’all.” Kind of a more pleasant sounding way to say F-ck you, don’t you think?
Anyway, back to my mission to change America… So one of my 90 calls on Saturday was to Ohio resident Bryan Runyon. Now, I really thought Bryan and I had something special, a bit of a connection. I was just feeling sort of a positive karmic energy even as the phone was ringing.
“Hi. Is this Bryan? My name is Kelcey and I’m calling from the Obama campaign –”
“Oh, I don’t have time for this shit.”
That is not the first time I’ve seriously misjudged karmic energy.
I have futilely tried to convince my husband Rick to phone bank for the Obama campaign. But he keeps refusing, muttering something about being an Independent and needing to preserve his journalistic integrity.
Integrity?! Have you seen Rick’s Facebook page? He has 428 Facebook friends.
I mean, the guy will be friends with anyone. He’s so easy. Go ahead. Ask to be his friend.
Alright alright, maybe he’s just a super, friendly guy.
How many Facebook friends do I have?
Oh. Only 105.
And Bryan Runyan is so obviously not one of them.
mama bird notes:
I was truly overwhelmed by the outpouring of support from all of you. There was so much honesty and kindness and courage in your comments. And it made an incredible difference to me. So thank you.
I immediately returned to a semi sinful life of espresso drinks, white wine and sushi. Well, to be totally honest, I never stopped eating sushi. But please don’t rat me out to my doctor. I’m not Wonder Woman over here.
The upside of totally feeling like crap is that my kids really don’t care. They need their snacks and they need help brushing their hair and they need me to fix that insanely high volume electronic toy that just suddenly went perfectly, blissfully silent.
So the frenzy of the day spins around us and it keeps me sort of preoccupied.
Today we visited the children’s library and picked out books to take home (four books in English and one in Spanish despite my insistence that I don’t really speak Spanish). But Dylan is undeterred by this inconvenient but apparently not insurmountable fact.
Our last visit, she took out three Spanish books so I’m actually making some progress.
As we are standing in line, waiting to check out, my 4 year-old says to me,
“Why don’t we just check the books out ourselves?”
“How do we do that?” I respond.
“Over here,” as she shows me the self check-out machine which I have never noticed before.
“But it says here you need a pin code. That’s a number you type in. I don’t know my pin code,” I explain to her.
“You get it from the lady at the desk,” she says patiently. When did she become patient?
And she is right. The woman at the desk can look up my pin code. And then Dylan proceeds to help me check out all our books. Apparently, she learned this from our babysitter.
Later that day, I ask Dylan,
“So now that you taught me how to check out books, what can I teach you?”
“A new way to walk,” she replies.
I mean, obviously. I feel so dumb that I even had to ask.
Hmm… Let’s see. A new way to walk…
“Well, I do have this fancy, fun walk I’ve been saving for a Democratic presidency.”
Yes, of course, I really said that. Don’t you know me by now?
And I showed Dylan this silly, spontaneous, super goofy, kind of embarrassing walk that made her laugh.
And me laugh.
And it felt like a start.
To moving on.
At least a bit.
mama bird notes:
Our contributing mama Daphne Beiner is now also a contributor for the new Rocky Mountain Moms blog! Congrats Daphne. But, of course, that means coming up with a bio. Damn, those pesky bios. Should she mention her bar shimmying skills or her home birth first? Click on contributing mamas to read more.
I recently had the chance to meet two awesome bloggers. I had coffee with the fabulous and model tall Denise from Eat, Play, Love. Despite my warnings to absolutely not venture uptown to battle the crowds at American Girl, she did it anyway. Which just goes to show, she really loves her kids.
And I also had the chance to grab some Italian food with the delightful Scrappysue of New Zealand. Somehow her husband and four beautiful girls allowed her to travel across the world to visit New York City. And we, here in the United States, are very grateful.
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I pause a little bit before the maternity store, the one I always rush by without so much as a quick glance. A couple names whirl around in my head. I start to ponder what it really means to be of a family of five.
And then it’s over.
Just like that.
Before it barely began.
I was pregnant.
And now I’m not.
And I can’t believe how much I miss something that never really was.
Only a couple people even knew I was pregnant. It was so early. I would wait. At least a little while. Make sure everything was ok.
But then it wasn’t ok.
And now I’m just left here wondering why.
I’ve known so many women who have had miscarriages. And my empathy has always been deep for these mothers. To feel such a loss.
And now my compassion is even deeper. Now I understand just a little bit more.
And I just want to run out and do something, anything to get my mind off this.
But there is nowhere to go.
Nowhere I won’t feel this.
And now I’m just left here, with all this stillness in the air, all this potential that evaporated before I even had a chance to grasp it.
And I want to crush the sadness but I can’t.
And I want to end the longing but it’s there.
And that is where I am. For now.
And I squeeze my girls a little tighter and my gratitude for them is limitless.
At this point in October, I think many of us are suffering from pre-election anxiety disorder.
I haven’t found it on WebMd or anything but as far as I can tell, these are the signs…
You constantly check polls and a fraction of a point in the wrong direction overwhelms you with a deep, gnawing feeling of dread.
You find yourself watching extra loud, ultra annoying TV pundits when you have a perfectly good “Gossip Girl” saved on your DVR.
You spend hours obsessively wondering how anyone could support the other side and spend the rest of your time wondering how you will possibly endure the next four years if the opposing ticket wins.
Ok, so I’m not an actual doctor. But I don’t need a fancy shmancy medical degree to diagnose this disorder. I’m living it.
So here’s my plan for coping…
1. My new meditation mantra is, “There’s only 2 weeks left.” We can all conjure up some horrible time in our life that lasted way longer than two weeks. So c’mon! We’re not wimps. We can make it through the final stretch.
2. Begin meditation practice so I can use my new mantra.
3. Realize I don’t have time to meditate because that would leave me no time to check polls and watch TV news shows and curse the ridiculously biased NY Post.
4. Try to use diversion tactics like focusing on the Wolfman.
Who’s the Wolfman? Well, he’s this guy in England who lives with wolves. 44 year-old Shaun Ellis is so close to these animals that it’s apparently no big thang to “exchange playful tongue kisses with them.”
Now I’m sure you will be just stunned to learn that his wife dumped him (who wants to compete with a pack of wolves?). But unbelievably, he’s found himself a new girl – which just goes to show that even the dirtiest, lamest guys can find a girlfriend. Why is that?!
This girlfriend, now fiancée, had to eat incredible amounts of meat so the wolves would smell her, know she’s a carnivore and then accept her as a member of the pack. I swear. True story. You can see it all on Animal Planet.
And I don’t know about you but I haven’t thought about McCain or Obama in at least 30 seconds.
It’s at least a start.
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So when your dad comes into town from Cape Cod, you can peruse the Chelsea art galleries or maybe buy tickets to the recent Woody Allen movie or catch up on each others’ lives while watching the boats go by on the Hudson River…
or better yet
just make him phone bank for the Obama campaign.
Despite years of Democratic rantings, my dad hadn’t volunteered for a campaign since knocking on doors for Eugene McCarthy. Umm…. who? Yeah, that was 1968.
So he agreed on Sunday to end his 40 year hiatus and dive back into the political trenches.
If he was looking for gritty politics, this wasn’t it.
We arrive at a super posh, west village duplex that has an enormous wrap around balcony, with gorgeous views of the city.
We’re handed a list of potential supporters and given talking points. Oh and feel free to help yourself to the bottled water, fresh fruit and gourmet cookies.
Well, ok. Now I remember freezing my tush off in New Hampshire for Mr. Bill Clinton and I don’t remember anybody ever offering me any god damn gourmet cookies.
I am really nervous at first because of the whole cold-calling-strangers-who-might-be-really-mean-to-me thing. But you know what? After the first call, it’s all incredibly easy.
I call North Carolina voters and they are so darn nice. One woman says to me in the sweetest, most heavenly southern voice, “I’m sorry sugar but I’m voting for McCain.”
There is one little unfortunate exchange…
“Hi. This is Kelcey Kintner calling from the Obama Campaign. I’m looking for Gary or Pauline. This must be Gary,” I say.
“No, This is Pauline,” she responds in a gruff voice.
Oh. Sorry about that. I’m telling you, she REALLY sounded like a man. She/he is still undecided.
I am not afraid to use my womanly charms with the men either. Heck, it works for Sarah Palin.
And I’m certainly not above saying things like, “Arden Jones… Wow, that sounds like a movie star name.” Because it really does.
And I joke with them about how they are receiving millions of calls from the campaigns because they live in swing states and wouldn’t it have been great to be this popular in high school.
I reach at lot of Obama supporters and I have to say the whole thing is incredibly energizing. I encourage you to try it once. Come on. Once. Just click here.
There’s only two weeks left.
And there really is power in doing something.
Just ask retired U.S. General and Republican Colin Powell, a former Secretary of State for George W. Bush.
Because he just endorsed Barack Obama.
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