Coming Down and Looking Back

It has been a whirlwind week, hasn't it? I try not to post politically, but I cannot help but be moved by the historic events of last week. It is something tremendous to realize. I am proud proud proud of our country. I will watch closely as our next president, who overcame a huge obstacle in just being elected, handles the many difficulties facing our nation's future.

An old high school friend has also been moved:



If you want one of your own (only a few of Obama left!), go see his storefront. (some proceeds will go to Habitat for Humanity too.)




And on a much lighter note, we have finished watching a TV series. It is sad opening up the red Netflix envelope knowing it is the last show; the show was like an old friend. An interesting counterpoint to our current state, Carnivale, took place during the dust bowl and the depression. Next up in the queue: Mad Men (with a small Spaced interlude), another delightful period piece. What is is about looking back? My facebook is awash with high school reconnections...

oh! look! a floating boy!

Boo Ya'll!

A little election diversion, posted while the rest of the world is literally glued to media outlets waiting for the news.



Trick or Treatin'
We had a full on police force for the night out, where we went door to door in a friend's grandparent's neighborhood where us anti-candy moms have planted Halloween "goodies" like granola bars! dried fruit! graham crackers! (when Nbear is old enough to read this, I'm SO busted!)




The full lineup. While Jbird seemed to have developed an oral fixation on those cuff-a-links, Nbear seems to be totally enamored with the snow white princess. aw.






and speaking of love, Smith and I also celebrated a stealth anniversary night out. He had free tickets to a book reading (lots of folks in town for the Texas Book Fair.) I didn't feel like forking over the big bucks for a sitter and offered that he should go with Sinda, because she would totally enjoy it and it would be a small token of thanks for the myriad cool things that Sinda does for us. Like this: She opted not to go because "um, isn't that ya'lls anniversary? and can I watch the kids for you while you guys go out?" see? isn't she the coolest ever? Without her, our anniversary may have come and gone unnoticed for our own self-absorption. So she did watch the kids and we saw (and heard) Peter Sagal and Scott Simon read from their latest books. AND! My bonus of the evening is we had a small, teeny tiny, brush with fame. Smith and I popped out for dessert post-reading and the waiter informed me that the person who had been sitting in my exact chair mere moments before we arrived was none other than Claire Danes.