A Parting Shot

I believe I understand the importance of respect and the proper time to show it. I was offended that the Oliver Stone movie, W, was released before the sitting POTUS left office. It was disrespect to the Presidency--whether one likes the one holding office or not.

So, to avoid demonstrating a dichotomy between principle and action, I will publish one more photograph of now President-elect Obama.

Actually, it's my personal favorite among all those I gleaned for pre-election posts. I think I like it because it looks much more authentic than the many pix of him looking appealing, haloed and presidential.

In this photo he looks like a Chicago politician--which he is. And it is definitely contradictory to the basketball playing, work-out addicted chief executive who is having the bowling alley removed from the White House to make way for a half-court/work-out area.

Of course, it really doesn't matter whether he smokes tobacco or not. But it is significant to me that I really never saw any uncomplimentary photos of him while he was running for President. The media served him up like a mail-order bride to the American people--every flaw concealed--so that his desirability would quickly squelch any questions there might be about his suitability for the office he sought and won.

So there it is. The President-elect. Smokin' hot, and just plain smokin'.

Change

I haven't blogged in awhile for a couple of reasons. First there was the way the election was heading. Then there was the way the election ended, which was not the way I wanted. Neglecting to blog wasn't sour grapes--I was truly hopeful until the very end, even though I felt like I was banging my head against a brick wall most of the time. For everyone who wanted change: there will be change and there will be much of the same, just like any other administration. You may end up changing your mind.

In addition to celebrity politics, there was just a lot going on. For instance: weighing the reasons to move to Phoenix against the reasons to stay in Wisconsin. All in all, my brain was pretty full.

But now the decision has been made; we're moving to Phoenix. I turned in a letter of resignation at work today, and that makes it official--along with the fact we have to be out of our apartment by the end of December.

It wasn't easy to resign from a job I really like, so I'm pampering myself tonight. I'm not watching and actually trying to ignore the really scary movie that my husband is watching on the TV on the other side of the room. The movie is titled The Descent. Basically, six beautiful women go caving together, get trapped, get lost, then end up screaming, covered in blood and--oh, yes--being eaten by scary flesh-eating humanoids that make noises like the aliens in Signs.

It's an icky movie. Don't watch it.

Getting back to the move. Yesterday it snowed a bunch which was a sort of confirmation that moving to Phoenix might be a pretty good idea. I know Scott can't wait to leave all this winter behind. As for me, I just want to be where he is. I have no idea what awaits us there, but it's good to know we'll be facing it together.