Good Morning Mr. President

I always cry like a little baby whenever Obama speaks.  Actually, I look at him and he's always so poised and strong, and I just get weepy. I just feel proud.  I bet that's how parents feel when their children achieve a goal. I hope that's how it feels anyways.  I feel proud of the kids I babysit all the time. I also get to go home afterwards and crack open a beer and remember why I'm happy I don't have kids. I'm proud of myself for that!  Someday I suppose, but not now. 

   I'm a rambling mess, a Proud rambling mess.

  I woke up to find a little sketch of an Elephant with the words "oh how I love you aja blue!" written around it.  It's really the little things. That put me in such a happy mood I can't even explain.