I'm fairly certain that my emotional levels rate somewhere in the top one percentile of biggest cryers. I cry about everything. Movies are of course a give in. Anytime I talk to my mom about something important I cry like a maniac. I usually tear up when I see my best friend's baby, Blake, do something amazing and new (like walk, laugh, etc.) But mostly it has to do with really stupid shit. My most recent tear encourager has to do with President Bush leaving the White House. Anyone who knows me can vouch that I don't deal well with change (see previous blog regarding my entire life shifting 180 degrees), but this one takes the cake. I'm really proud of myself for quietly ducking in the corner after Obama won and gracefully accepting the fact that maybe it's time for me to support him. This is coming from someone who was planning every detail of my move to Prague when the news came that he would be our new president. Get me the hell out of this country! But when I finally calmed down, I realized that all these dems had to live with President Bush for the past 8 years, I might as well suck it in and get passed it. This didn't mean that I was dialing the 800 number to order his "commemorative coin" or whatever, but it did mean that I would put my faith in God to take care of our country. So President Bush, welcome back to Texas =)
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