Why I do what I do.

A little slice of heaven, children engaged, confident, expressing themselves..... Pay particular attention to the boys, FIFTH GRADE BOYS. The boy in the white t-shirt behind the soloist is my fav.

These kids have been all over the place. You can also see Nightline's story here.

PS 22 Choir also has a blog.

A nice reminder.

I forgive you Mr. President

I forgive you for crushing my dream with one swift stomp of your well worn off-the-rack oxfords. When I was, I don't know...8 years old, I had the infinite wisdom of an idealistic eight-year old. I also had a secret obsession with Ronald Reagan and all things related to the presidency. I was a dork, what do you want me to say.

Anyway, I was convinced that in the time it took for me to come of age (presidential age that is) our country would elect the first black president. So I set my sights on the first mixed race president. See... one swift stomp and my dream (my plan) is obliterated.

In our house there is a very clear partisan divide. Keith, bless his little spirit, would applaud any time he heard John McCain give a speech, or say anything for that matter. Patrick had the Obama spirit and with no prompting from either parent could identify Barack Obama from 40 paces. He even saw him walking in the parking lot at preschool one day!!!

Now that we don't see much of McCain, Keith has shifted his focus to Elmo. And since the opportunities to applaud have dwindled he has taken to cheering for people at the grocery store. "GOOD JOB PUTTING THE JUICE IN THE BASKET! YEA!"

Patrick has reaffirmed his commitment to Obama with one amendment. It isn't the male Obama who he likes, he really likes "the good-looking kids." He asked if he could cut their picture out of the Sunday Parade magazine.

Weren't my future DIL (s) cute in their J Crew coats?




For now I will wait for my call up to the big leagues, you know where to find me right?

Want to hear me recite all 44 presidents? Or would you rather hear MY definition of change? God bless America. A place where a girl as dorky as I am gets preempted by a complete geek.