this is me being happy

yesterday i participated in moveon.org's bakesale for change to help get obama into the white house. i've never done anything like this before and while obama wasn't my first choice, i'm more than prepared to jump headfirst into his campaign. i don't want mccain in the white house. but i digress. the bakesale was at cooper river park and it was a hot, but sunny and beautiful day. we had a canopy and a cooler full of water as well as all the baked goods. we got yelled at, had people walk away when they saw who we were supporting, and more than once while i was dancing to the music and holding one of our signs along the road, had people give me thumbs down and call me names. but i'd do it again if only for the six year-old african-american girl whose eyes lit up when she heard what she was getting cookies for saying 'i want obama to be president too!' and handed over two quarters to put in the bucket.

today i've lazed around the house, read a lot of fic, and worked on my fic. things are hustling along well now, closing in on 9000 words and nearing the end (i think). i *love* this story. i really do.

i think i'm going to jump into the shower and possibly run to target. i don't really need anything, but i want to go out and browse and target is one of the best places for it.

and then i plan on spending time with dayse and going to bed early. i heart weekends.

this is me being happy

yesterday i participated in moveon.org's bakesale for change to help get obama into the white house. i've never done anything like this before and while obama wasn't my first choice, i'm more than prepared to jump headfirst into his campaign. i don't want mccain in the white house. but i digress. the bakesale was at cooper river park and it was a hot, but sunny and beautiful day. we had a canopy and a cooler full of water as well as all the baked goods. we got yelled at, had people walk away when they saw who we were supporting, and more than once while i was dancing to the music and holding one of our signs along the road, had people give me thumbs down and call me names. but i'd do it again if only for the six year-old african-american girl whose eyes lit up when she heard what she was getting cookies for saying 'i want obama to be president too!' and handed over two quarters to put in the bucket.

today i've lazed around the house, read a lot of fic, and worked on my fic. things are hustling along well now, closing in on 9000 words and nearing the end (i think). i *love* this story. i really do.

i think i'm going to jump into the shower and possibly run to target. i don't really need anything, but i want to go out and browse and target is one of the best places for it.

and then i plan on spending time with dayse and going to bed early. i heart weekends.