Obama Mama

Thank god; we don't have to move to Canada.

Peekie helped me vote yesterday and I hope it was the start of a positive relationship she can have with politics and government, believing that our country actually listens to the people, that we can make a difference, and that it's not just old, white guys with money trying to screw all of us. I need to figure out how to get the picture of her in the voting booth off of my phone. But in the mean time, the important thing is WE DID IT. Tears came into my eyes last night while watching the results and again now as I type. Tears of relief I think most.

Obama ran a smart campaign. We donated our $5 or $10, as much as we could afford, and felt like that small amount of money actually mattered. I love that half of his gy-normous campaign fund came from people donating $200 or less. We got text message alerts on the cell phone, as well as constant emails from "Barack", "Michelle", and "Joe." So smart.

I have to say that I was also quite moved during McCain's concession speech. I felt like if it had turned out the other way, and the guy who gave that speech was in charge (as opposed to the campaign persona we'd gotten so used to), we would be ok. The boo-ing people in the crowd scared the hell out of me and I was just waiting for Obama to get shot during his acceptance speech. But one day at a time, it might be ok and it might really jsut be a sign of the good things to come in a nation that isn't as fucked-up as it has seemed for the last 8 years.

Thank god...