The Debate- Round 2 Continued

So the second debate took place last night....

Awww, that was a good one. Obama came to fight last night.

Look at how the president is looking at Mitt Romney.

And that is how I was looking at him too.

I consider myself an independent.  I try my best to read as much as I can about each candidate and and their policies. I try to find anything subjective if possible (that is hard). And I was done with Mitt Romney after the first debate because I can't keep up with the flip-flopping, i.e., policy changes at a whim... basically saying whatever your current audience wants to hear. Frankly, what he said behind closed doors when no one was supposedly looking is the truest measure of what he really thinks. Sorry, but you are who you really are when no one is looking.

You know it's bad when the moderator gotta fact check you on stage. Romney botched up the whole Libya issue. That's not good, seeing that the third debate is centered on foreign policy.

And it's not a good look to try to walk over a female moderator. I myself was a bit taken aback about that.

I am glad that the President checked him on using the Libya tragedy for political posturing. That was a tragedy. I myself was a bit taken aback by Romney's press conference that day. He is NOT the president yet. Sit down somewhere. I want to hear from MY president on any national tragedy issues. NOT from someone who wants to be president.

All in all, Obama came to the table this time. Of course both candidates had good points (Just have to dig through what Romney says, since he changes with the wind).

I thought it was interesting how Romney opened himself up for a 47% jab. At the very end. I knew there was a problem when he said he wants to be president of 100%. (Uh, I am having trouble with that one. Trying to accept that, but... sounds like another convenient thing to say.)

I am a solid red state, so I don't have to sit through many campaign commmercials.  Thank goodness for that. My vote may or may not count. But because people died so that I, a woman of color, have the right to vote... well, that means I will vote.

20 days until the election, ya'll...  20 more days!

And it's all getting very very interesting...

The Debates - Round 2

Alrighty now...

The 2nd debate is tonight.

Dear President Obama...

I'ma need you to come out swinging.

Get passionate!

Yeah, like THAT!

Because that what you did last time... that didn't work. Romney does more flips than an Olympic gymnast. I'ma need you to call him out tonight. Snatch his etch-a-sketch and smash it to the ground!

Because if you don't... uh, you might just lose this thing. Romney really wants to scratch "#28. Become President of the United States of America" off of his bucket list. He really does.

This debate will be town hall style, which is great for the President. That's where he is most comfortable... with the people.  With everyday people.

So work that out, Sir! Work it out!

Of Presidential Debates and Seafood Debate Parties

So...

I told ya'll.

Ol' Mitt... He was gonna come out swanging...

Somebody gave Mitt a few cans of Red Bull before that debate. And you know how we get when we all amped up on Red bull. We run our mouths, man. The moderator couldn't even muzzle him. I know the moderator's blood pressure was SKY HIGH after that debate.

My goodness.

And these things happen when you try to stop folks from achieving their goals. Presidency is a bucket list line item for Mitt. He going for it... by any means necessary.

Had me sitting there last night listening to him thinking "Geez, is this guy making up stuff on the fly? How much red bull did he drink?" O_o

Our beloved president seem to notice this, too. And what scares me is that he was taking notes. Uh, if he was writing down all those doggone flip-flop antics... uh, Romney might be in a little trouble.

Come on, now... practice with me... say it with me, now...

President Mitt Romney.

Say it! Sang it like Luther Vandross would say it!

President Mmm-,Mmm-,Mmm-,Mmm-,Mmm-,M-,Mmmmitt Romney!!!

LOL.

(CowgirlCre is pleasantly livid about that. "That is funny. I refuse to say that, even if it is for play-play!)

Ya'll know ya'll still listen to Luther. I'm listening to Luther right now, honey. "Anyone who has a Heart".



That's what Obama was singing to the USA when he left last night. He better come out and verbally shank Mitt in the next debate.

Anyway... last night I left work and made a trip to the east side to the farmers market for my beloved fruits and vegetables. It was a nice outing, as it wasn't too crowded and I could take my time. On the weekend, it's packed butt-to-butt up in there like we in the club or something.

When I left, I got some gas for Lucy at a gas station near there that has REALLY cheaped gas. I think it's fenced. Hot stolen gas. But that's just my personal opinion. I never go in. I get my gas and go, just in case the police roll up.

While on that side of town, I needed to deliver a couple dozen of triple chocolate chip cookies to Nikki's auntie. She really likes my cookies, and for some odd reason was trying to save cookies I took over there 2 weeks ago so that she could take them home.

Ugh... those would be stale by now.

Anyway, why on earth did I roll up to their house... something was strange. There were a LOT of cars out front. It looked like a house party was going on.

I knocked on the door and someone opened the door chanting quite loudly... "Obama! Obama! Obama!"

"Yeah!" I hollered. I stared at the lady who opened the door. Never met her before. Maybe I had, though. Nikki had A LOT of people. "What's up?!"

"Come on in," she said. "I'm Wanda!"

"And I'm Lee! I came to drop cookies off!"

Nikki's mama came around the corner. She gave me a hug.

"What's going on?" I said.

"We having a debate party," she said. "The debate is tonight!"

I laughed so hard.

People in the kitchen looked around the corner. All of them had a straight face.

"Ya'll having a debate party for real!?"

Everyone nodded. Then went back to what they were doing, i.e, jocking for position to fill up their plates of food.

A debate party.

Let me correct that.

"We having a seafood debate party, Lee!!" Nikki's mama hollered.

O_O

LOL. I laughed louder.

They were all peering at me like I was some odd bird that had just flown through the window.

"Ya'll are really serious!"

Mama Nikki pointed to her Obama t-shirt. Then stretched her arms wide so I could take a picture.

"Yes. You are welcome to join us."

"No. I'm going home." It was already 8:30. I lived 25 minutes away in downtown ATL. "I'm going home and watching the debate."

"Well grab a plate. Plenty of seafood."

"No, Mama Nikki. I'm going home and eating a salad."

I was hungry. And I'd been thinking about the huge container of salad I make and store in the fridge. I'd even shaved some red cabbage and thrown it in there. I was going to cut up some strawberries over it. And pour a little vidalia onion dressing over it.

Yes, I'd been fantasizing hard about that salad!

"Fix a plate, Lee."

"No, Mama Nikki."

"You eat seafood, don't you?"

"Yes sometimes. But I'm having a salad when I get home."

That didn't go over well AT ALL.

Let's just say she drug me in the kitchen and made me watch her fix a to-go plate.

"We have crabs, Lee. You like crabs?"

"Yes," I said, as I brought out my phone and found the camera app. "Yes I do."

Boy oh boy  did they have crabs! 2 pots of crabs!

"We have some shrimp fried rice. I'm gonna give you some of that, too, okay?"

My eyes glazed over. I haven't had shrimp fried rice over there since Nikki was here with us. It was GREAT. I told Mama Nikki way back then...

"This here shrimp fried rice taste like you got some chinese in you.... like you learned to cook it while living over in the back country in China, where you had to go outside and cook it in a wok made from clay open an open fire in the ground."

Yes. It was that good way back then.  Best I've ever had. "Yes, I'll take some of that," I said quietly.

There was a pot of broccoli on the stove. "Lee, I KNOW you like broccoli."

"Yes, i'll take a LOT of that." LOL.

There was a big casserole dish on the kitchen table.

"We have crab salad, Lee!" she said.

"I don't want any of that."

"But it's good." She uncovered it. "Real good."

I peered down at the crab salad. It wasn't that old fake crab salad. This was that real crab meat. Lump crab salad.

"Whoa, that's the real stuff. Hey, gimme some of that."

My pictures are blurry because there were so many people and everybody was getting their food in the tight kitchen. And looking at me crazy for trying to take pictures.

But I took a picture of my plate when I got home.

That is a fine plate of food. That is another crew of people who know they can sho nuff cook!

I 'm saving that for the weekend! 

I ate some of my crab salad over my huge veggie salad when I got home....

 *heaven*swoon*

 That is all.

I'm glad I didn't stay for the debate party. They would've beat me down before it was over.

"See, I told ya'll, Mitt not playing games with ya'll. Bump ya'll 47 percenters! He ain't worried OR thinking about ya'll.  Mitt wanna be president!"

*lee gets smacked, jacked up, and thrown out on the front porch*

Mitt's not playing with ya'll.

President Obama, you better hit him with the FLEX next time. A verbal smackdown is in order. You know how we do, Sir.

You know.

President of the United States of America

Congratulations to the

44th President of the United States of America

*Barack Hussein Obama*

You have made us proud!

Yes You Can... Yes You Did... Yes It's Real

CONGRATULATIONS TO THE 44TH PRESIDENT

OF THESE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

BARACK OBAMA

Yes You Can...


Yes You Did...



A black first family will be taking up residence at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.



Yes It's Real...


I never thought I would see a black first couple...




Yes, it's real.

Congratulations to you President Elect Obama.


I only wish your mother and Grandmother were alive to see this day.



I know they were the very first to tell you, when you were disappointed, when you would fall and scrape your knee or you had a hard time first learning to tie your shoes even...

"Yes you can!"

They are looking down from heaven at you, watching over you, smiling on this day saying...

"Yes he Did!"

I, the Original Oldgirl LadyLee, am proud of you.

You have proved to me that if I can believe it...

I can achieve it.

And there is nothing, absolutely NOTHING, in this world I cannot do.

(Scroll down for the virtual party... You KNOW how I do)

:::UPDATE:::

So with that, I've said all I'm gonna say, and-

*LadyLee turns around as someone yanks HARD on her arm, trying to get her attention*

It is That Southern Black Gal! LadyLee gives her a fist bump.

"What you want, Southern Black Gal?"

"Somethin' good to eat, Oldgirl."

"Uh, this is not that type of event."

"No girl, you know how you grill it down." She stooped down and pulled paper plates and napkins out of a bag. "I brought utensils and all this other stuff."

"Well, in that case," LadyLee said, "let's get our eat out."

"Oh, and I got my Lil' Weezy CD too, LadyLee!"

*Lee frowns hard and snatches the CD from Southern Black Gal's hand*

"Uh, no Southern Black Gal. We'll do without that. Ol' School only at this party!"

LOL!!!

Okay ya'll, Southern Black Gal requested the special cook-out for our PRESIDENT OBAMA!

So you know how I do...

You know I had to pull out the grill.

And you KNOW there's always someone hollerin' about they don't eat pork. GEEZ!! So for them, I grilled up some shrimp and crab!





I cooked up some gumbo...



And for you REAL country folk: My grandma brought over some chittlins!

"Uncle Cre, pull the witch kettle out and fry my first black president right here some fish!!!!"

Yeah, that's good fish right there. Fried outside in hot grease like that?

Shoot, that's GOOD fish.

Got some snow BOILED snow crabs for you!!!

The salmon and biscuits are almost ready!


And for the super health counscious folks, we have all the stir-fry you can eat!








Grab a plate, and Party ON!!!

Oh, and don't forget to leave room for dessert.

Tiny, grab that ice cream out the freezer!


Make sure you have a few of LadyLee's Oatmeal Raisin walnut cookies and Chocalate Chip Pecan cookies.


Michelle Obama wanted to bake a cake, but I told her to not to bother. We got this!

We got the double chocolate coffee infused cake, babes!!

Yeah, you know I got it covered...

"Ain't no party like a OBAMA Party,

'Cuz a OBAMA party don't... STOP!!!!!!!!!!!"

LOL!!

That's it, ya'll...

Now let's do whatever we need to do to support the first BLACK president and help him be all that he can be!