Started out full of optimism.
A brand new president.
Aretha got a new hat.
Speechifying…and stuff.
But ended with pessimism. Oh is the learning curve on this new job bending me in new directions. But it’s a good job and the new President said we all have to work harder.
Well.
No choice but to end the day with the fruit of Napa Valley.
Then go to bed, and try again tomorrow.
I am grateful to Dr. King for many, many things.
I am also grateful for my new employer because they give employees the day off. This is the first employer I’ve worked for that honors this day.
So Happy Birthday to the late Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
It is, indeed, a happy day. I wish Dr. King would have been able to see the historic even that happens tomorrow. The realization of much of his dream.
2009 is filled with lots of possibilities. And that’s the first time I’ve felt that way in a long time.
Evidently…the beard is back.
On the public stage looking to have a big job = No Beard
Slinking back home to New Mexico in defeat = Beard
Or something like that.
That’s our Bill.
Richardson drops bid for commerce secretary post
Yeah…Oh Fair New Mexico…you were thisclose to having one of ours seated firmly in the cabinet of our new president.
The presidency that will certainly be historic. The one that promised change.
But instead, you sit on the sidelines, dress torn, makeup smeared, hair all a mess, not yet ready for the Miss America contest.
C’mon you crazy mixed up state! Let me take you out for a nice plate of enchiladas and a pitcher of margaritas.
You can even have the extra sopapilla.
We’ll get ’em next time, tiger!
So. 2008. S’up?
Been a wild one, huh? Ups. Downs. Really downs. Really *really* downs.
I got married. I changed jobs. I had a nice amount of money invested in some high upside stocks.
And then I had $1.75 and a bad mood.
We had a weird, wacky, wild run up to the election and lo and behold we got a new president-elect. Don’t make me regret voting for you, sir.
What lies ahead? A roller coaster economy, more businesses failing, maybe some recovery, and those wacky Democrats at the helm.
Put on your seatbelts. Arms inside the car at all times. 2009 promises to be a dark ride.
Cheers to you and yours.
