Since my little court drama was first priority (obviously more important than this historic election 😉 ) Here’s my short tribute to how amazing and empowered these last 48 hours have been for me.
Colorado went blue for the first time in my voting career. In a sea of red states, Colorado and New Mexico joined forces, electing two democratic cousins to the Senate, and declaring Barack Obama as their new president. The disturbingly offensive, ridiculously ludicrous definition of “Personhood” (Amendment 48) was overwhelmingly defeated as well.
I cried. I’ve only had the privilege of voting 3 times so far. My first two voting experiences were depressing, drawn-out, traumatic experiences. At the tender age of 18, my faith in our government was on the verge of being shattered. By 22, I was completely jaded. Now at 26, my vote has finally meant something. This time, instead of sobbing with pure, unadulterated anger, I was crying with utmost and complete joy.
When LB was born, almost exactly 9 months after Hurricane Katrina, I was scared for her. I didn’t want to bring her into a world filled with hate, fear, deception, manipulation and greed. I didn’t know what kind of a future she would have, but I didn’t have high hopes.
Thanks for proving me wrong, Mr. President Elect.
After my cell phone company told me I could only retrieve text messages with a subpoena, I transcribed them into a document which included every date and time (from the journal I’ve been keeping) I’ve tried to get Rooferman to discuss a parenting plan in the past year and emailed them to Lawyerdude. He responded with “Its all hearsay, but sometimes the Judge will allow you to present it. I would bring it to court and see what happens.”
Hopefully the Judge will allow me to submit my document as evidence that I’ve made an honest effort to agree on a parenting plan, but Rooferman has been uncooperative, inconsistent, has failed to show up and refuses to meet with me alone.
As of today, no parenting class has been completed and submitted to court by Rooferman, but I’ve heard through the grapevine that the class is now offered ONLINE (which theoretically could mean Blondie or any other human on this planet could complete the parenting class FOR him). I recieved the signed receipt from the certified letter I sent to him this weekend. The name on the card is one I don’t recognize, which makes me wonder how many people are actually living at Blondie’s house.
As hugely dramatic as my life seems right now, I have to stop and remember there is something so much bigger going on. Today is the last day of “W.” After tonight, we will have a new president, and a canyon in history will be crossed. How ironic that this momentous occasion falls so close to my own day of judgement. Saturn and Uranus are at odds, and its obvious. I’ve felt the electricity, hostility and anger of those two entities in the past week, and its all coming to a head in the next 24 hours.
LB is staying with her Grandma tonight. After Rooferman fails to show up tonight, and I get tapped by hippie counselor, I’m immersing myself in the election. I’m letting the excitement, hope and anticipation take me on whatever ride it decides. I’m letting go of the pain, fear and shame of my country’s past, but also my own past, and facing the future, whatever that may be. I’ve decided that what happens tomorrow really isn’t up to me. I’ve done my part. I’ve cast my ballot, done my research, prepared my case, prayed for guidance and courage, and sucked in as many good vibrations as possible.
On this eve of major universal and personal shift, I’m giving up the illusion of control. I will ride this wave into the unknown, and face whatever lies in my future. Chaos? Turbulence? Struggle? Success? Victory? Justice?
It helps knowing you all got my back. I got yours too.
I think the psycho rednecks in our state took this one just a little too far. Just a sick reminder that for every granola-eating, backpacking hippie in Colorado, there’s a trigger-happy, NRA preaching, Planned Parenthood-attacking, Hummer-driving bigot to negate any positive energy that arises.
Living in a battle ground state is kind of scary right now. I swear if I hear another “Yes on 48” radio ad, I’m going stick forks in my eyes and mail them to the Focus on the Family Headquarters. Or maybe we can all re-enact the infamous “dog head scene” from the movie Fear?
This week, my office received the news that John McCain would be making a brief stop in our quaint little mountain town of Durango. Where would he hold his rally? Why at the high school of course. I certainly picked a good year to work for a school district eh?
Our safety director has been on the phone with the Secret Service. Our high school principal is about to eat her hat. The whole administration is biting their nails, wonder why the hell Mr. McCain decided to make a speech at 2:30, when buses, pedestrians, and 1500 teenage drivers will all be attempting to leave the high school parking lot, while the rest of the town tries to enter.
The last presidential candidate to come to the 4 Corners area was Ralph Nader in 2000, and before that it was JFK. We don’t get much political exposure in Durango, but we do stand out from the rest of Colorado as primarily Democrat. When Colorado went red for Bush in the last election, La Plata county went for Kerry. Our college’s student-run Republican club has 3 members. This is probably why the McCain camp chose the high school instead of our Cliff Bar-eating, snowboard obsessed, pot-smoking college campus.
Being a good liberal, I had planned to take my lunch break and go march with the rest of the Democrats before Uncle Fester rolls into. Then I received an email from the Director of Public Information: All school district employees are to remain “neutral” during school hours and will not show any preference to either political party, according to school district policy.
P.S. This blog’s content does not reflect the political opinions of the Durango School District, or the employees of that district. Its only the Piscean ramblings of a 26-year-old single mom.