People are nervous. I'm getting nervous that I'm NOT getting nervous. This is not like me. But I can't help it. I feel positive. I feel happy. I feel positively happy.
If I wasn't Jewish, I'd say I was looking forward to today as if it was Christmas. Which is actually kind of appropriate…..
'Twas the Night Before Voting
'Twas the night before voting and in the White House
Our president is silent, as quiet as a mouse.
The voters are waiting to show that they care,
They want to forget that George Bush is still there.
America's children are tucked in their beds
With innocent dreams tucked into their heads.
Their parents are ready, from Hawaii to Maine
To choose the next president—not John McCain.
The airwaves and internet are all filled with chatter
That within a few hours will soon cease to matter.
It's been like forever, this political season,
And it seemed like some people were missing all reason.
From up near the North Pole, but not in a sleigh,
Came not old Saint Nick, and not Tina Fey.
She was dressed all designer from her glasses to her toes
A pit bull in lipstick and Neiman Marcus clothes.
The convention is dazzled; McCain thinks he's winning
Then she opens her mouth and the stories start spinning.
Banning books, rearing heads, and of course shooting moose,
Pick first and vet later–McCain saw what he let loose.
A memorized script she could learn front to back
Most Americans saw through her nasty attack.
They considered McCain, who's as old as Saint Nick–
And decided they really don't want a maverick.
Wall Street collapsed, an economic disaster,
And the reaction of McCain made him lose votes much faster.
Republicans flee from their ship as it sinks,
While Caribou Barbie still stands there and winks.
Then what to our desperate eyes should appear
But the leader we need and his moment is here.
More rapid than eagles his supporters they came
They all came to join him and call out his name.
With a heart that is caring, a brain that is quick
It could not be more clear, he's the one we should pick.
The look in his eyes, the ideas in his head
All gave us to know we have nothing to dread.
He came up from the grassroots, an American story
Who is now on his way to the White House in glory.
There is something inside this extraordinary man
Who leads and inspires and says, Yes We Can.
So let's go to the polls, and this time we'll choose right–
Happy Voting to all—President Obama tonight!!
Cross-Posted on Huffington Post
After becoming a writer, artist, TV journalist, mother and breast cancer survivor----I realize nothing turns out the way we expect. So I blog about handling the big and little things — with humor, humanity, and hope.
Happy Election Day! I am nervous, and very excited. I am off to my volunteer position in NH. Lets hope Obama wins!
This poem and the rest of your blog are so fantastic. It’s amazing that we are related because I couldn’t write like this if my life depended on it. How fortunate am I to have you as my sister and my friend. Off to work the polls in Virginia. Go Obama.
Carla–I am just as proud of you—and Leah- for working to elect the next president.
Also I really appreciate you making this first comment on my blog since I know how much you hate speaking in public.
P.S. I’m sorry I didn’t return your call last night but I never checked my voice mail and now I’m embarrassed that we are reduced to communication via blog.
Darryle, I will never forget this election not because of Tina and Sarah but because I became addicted to your blog and am so lucky to have you as a friend.
And I will never forget your daughter’s hilarious impersonation of Sarah Palin.
Thank you for your words on the blog–you and your birthday picture are now forever memorialized with it.
Amazing blog today..as always! The four of us stood in line today for an hr. as it is the most important election of our lives and the girl’s lives. I added some pics to Facebook. Keep up the wonderful posts.. fingers crossed!