January 2009


Here’s the deal. I have been sitting on my thumb and massaging a novel for *cough* years. It has frustrated me to the highest level possible without my having to seek relief by gouging out my eyes. I’ve arranged blood and tear soaked chapters (my own) then re-arranged them because something wasn’t working. I’ve had to write for weeks/months more because rearranging causes t continuity to go to hell and never come back. You would think after all that, I would have learned something. Nope. I’ve rearranged the chapters twice since. Now, I want to pour gasoline and burn this manuscript to ashes. Kick it while it’s down! Show it who the boss is in this house. Yet, a part of me needs to finish this novel – because she has been like a lover. Both good and bad. I can’t throw her away.

To keep myself in a loving state of mind about my paper baby, I focused on my other problem. The dining room flesh table attached to my lower back. Sitting on my nice rump for *cough* years has caused me to spread in ways that some may find appealing…but I don’t. So I talked to my thumb and convinced it to pop out of the socket. Timorously, (its true) I requested an exercise partner on a message board. I know a few peeps that use the board – so don’t go rolling your finger in the air and making those crazy bird koo-koo noises.

Today was the day. She showed up in a good mood, energized and hauling zero tables. We began the jog. She zipped and zagged, I hobbled. To be fair, she did slow down when I started wheezing, hollering, foaming at the mouth – followed by my crawling in the mud and sobbing, “I’m dying.” We ran a few laps until I’d reached a point of sure death. Sweetly, she suggested we run one more lap. I had to. Otherwise I would never be able to live down the mud on my knees. Finally, we walked a lap – which suggested to me that we were done. No. She wanted one more lap. Bless. I ran one more.

Anxiety has been known to knock the wind out of my sails a time or four. It may look like procrastination or laziness to others, but it’s not. It’s anxiety. (I’m not counting the days it’s laziness). I wrote all of this to say that I really appreciated being helped with my anxiety today. Thank you. 🙂

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But before I go any further, I would like to give thanks and praise to Barack Obama’s mother and grandmother for having done such a fine job in raising their son/grandson.

According to our new President’s website, the LGBT family has not been forgotten or sold down the river for the sake of politics. To see what the future holds for LGBT citizens of the USA, read the section on Support Of The LGBT Community.

The Support For The LGBT Community section includes:
1. Expand Hate Crimes Statutes
2. Fight Workplace Discrimination
3. Support Full Civil Unions and Federal Rights for LGBT Couple (I’m still going to call it a marriage)
4. Oppose a Constitutional Ban on Same-Sex Marriage
5. Repeal Don’t Ask-Don’t Tell
6. Expand Adoption Rights
7. Promote AIDS Prevention
8. Empower Women to Prevent HIV/AIDS

I found this initial information on a website that I like to visit. They are two married lesbians with a beautiful child and a great sense of humor. Check out twolesbosgoingatit.

President Barack Obama is turning out to be just as good or better than Doctor Who, the (nonhuman) man who saves the world over and over again.

Barack Obama is making me cry … again.

I woke up early to make sure I didn’t miss a thing. I had to wait until 7am USA time before I could call home and wake up my mother and my sis. I checked to see if my nephew had reached DC for the inauguration. He is 14 or 15 and it’s his first time away from home in the company of total strangers. He went with a group of students who were allowed to attend the inauguration due to their school GPA. He got to DC after a 13-hour bus trip late last night. He doesn’t know I have a blog but this kiss is for him from his proud aunt. *kiss*

Rather than talk about the entire inauguration, I’ll talk about the moments that touched me. After three hours of crowd shots, limos and secret service here they are:

1.When Barack and Michelle Obama were standing with George and Laura Bush before entering the white house for the traditional coffee. It made me misty eyed. I must add, Michelle looked beautiful. As usual, her grace and good manners shone brightly as she gave Laura a gift before they entered the building. I don’t recall any other future first lady doing that.

2. When President Elect Barack Obama was announced – and walked out alone (and proud) to join the seated members of the inauguration party. That was even more touching than the first moment.

My Observations:

George Sr. and Barbara Bush wore the loveliest matching purple scarves. George Sr. had trouble walking, which was a surprise. I guess he didn’t want a wheelchair? Unlike Cheney, who had a very tiny woman pushing him around. It was almost like pushing a huge boulder up a steep hill. I hope that wasn’t his wife. They should have given him a burly secret service guy to do the pushing – instead of the woman whom I hope wasn’t his wife – because surely he would have let his wife enjoy the inauguration. Especially since he and the wheelchair were four times larger than this petite and somewhat frail woman. Can someone please tell me that this woman was hired to suffer the burden and she wasn’t his poor, dear wife?

Jimmy and Rosalind Carter – I loved them.

Bill and Hillary Clinton – Bill looked grumpy. Hillary looked happy.
Laura Bush looked stunning. I loved it when she walked out, waved and said “Hey, everybody.” That was truly endearing.

The Bidens looked beautiful as well. Especially Mrs. Biden.

Barack Obama’s barber was very nervous and didn’t realize that he cut each side of the new President’s head differently. One side tapered into a fine point. The other side was a square. Maybe they got so busy, he never got around to cutting the side of the head that ended in a square. Each time the President turned his head, I kept repeating square, square, point, point.

President Barack Obama is left-handed. When he signed the official Presidential documents, his left hand worked the pen. Bless. Even left-handed people can now feel even prouder.

The bible that Michele Obama held for Barack’s swearing in ceremony has not been used since the inauguration Of President Lincoln *tears did fall*

Congratulations President Barack Obama. Congratulations America!

My two heaters have me looking like a parched prune. If I turn them off so my skin can get a break, in ten minutes the room is cold again. I now wear a knitted cap to cover my cold head 24 hours a day. Yes, I sleep in it too. very short hair = very cold head. Today, I ventured outside. After fifteen minutes, my blood had turned to sludge. I had to find heat again.

I don’t know how much longer I can take this strange weather.

If you’re the bearer of sunshine and warmth, please come on over and share. If there’s a cure for this, I want it.

I promise to blog about something other than the weather and blah, blah, blah next week. I’m readjusting my head space and fine tuning takes time. Stay tuned. *pulls knitted cap down over ears*

Signed,
Frozen in London