Dear Mrs. Rigg

While cleaning out my childhood desk, I just found a third grade writing assignment journal with some hilarious musings. Here, I share them for your reading entertainment, complete with embarrassing spelling mistakes.

Dear Mrs Rigg,
I'm in the Cristmas play. I haft to be Dasher, and Everybody says that Dasher is Rudolph's mother. And that Dancer is Rudolph's father. But I decided that I must have devorsed him.
Your friend,
Amber

* my only assumption is that I did not like whatever boy had to play Dancer.

Dear Mrs. Rigg,
I'm glad that Clinton won. I guess the reason I didn't want to vote for Bush is because my parents have never elected a Republican before, we've always been Democrats. Let's just cross our fingers and hope Clinton can make America a better place to live.
Love,
Amber

* Okay, so I've always taken pride in my assumption that I liked Clinton because I liked him...not my parents. Um...yeah, this is disappointing.

No longer a partly cloudy patriot

Last night was a doozy, with lots of shouting and pizza. And around 11 p.m., a group hug and tears.
I can't wait to tell my children and grandchildren about the moment our presidential election ended.
About John McCain's gracious speech.
About the crowds that surrounded the White House.

I woke up this morning and turned on my computer.
I read stories in the New York Times, Chicago Tribune, Washington Post.
I looked at photo galleries and videos of people dancing in the streets.
And I listened to "A Change Is Gonna Come," bawling my eyes out.

Today, I am so incredibly proud.

forgive the poor quality

Norfolk Obama Rally from Amber Lester on Vimeo.

But I thought you should know what it's like to be at an Obama rally, in Norfolk, when Kanye West is playing.

This is from my phone, so needless to say, we're not winning any Oscars.