I want to start writing again. I have been writing short stories since I was a little kid - my first composition being about 50 pages long - of course a teen romance since that was all I had my nose stuck in at the time.
I just have all these stories spinning around in my head. Mostly, I try to play out how every possible scenario in my life could go, any possible outcome, so I'm prepared... And it ends up going to some really interesting places that I think people would have a generaly enjoyment from reading.
But how do you just get back into writing? I mean, I can write for myself.. But if I want an audience, someone - or anyone - to tell me if I'm any good.. How do you do that? I have no idea...
In other news... big change in the life. I'm looking to buy a condo. I guess I want to stick around this crazy city for a while. There are so many positives, and I really believe that I need to stick around, learn and grow as much in my current job that I can possibly rip out of the great leaders there.
That's the plan for this month. Stay tuned.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Today was a good day..
Sometimes I wonder how I got here.. Often, even.. I have been having a hard time trying to find my place the last few months and it has led me to question if I'm good at the path I've chosen, if this is where I'll find success. This week I was reminded just how far I've come and how lucky I am to have the opportunities I have and how much success I've already accomplished in my life.
It was a crazy busy week.. LIVESTRONG Day, Lance Armstrong, and Coaches vs. Cancer all took place on Tuesday/Wednesday...
I helped contribute to this and this was also a huge part of my week. And honestly.. both were an honor to be a part of.
The highlight: Coach Kruger came up to me before the golf tournament started and wanted to introduce me to legendary Missouri basketball coach Norm Stewart. Our office had helped him get tickets to a show the night before for him and his wife. Coach had no idea about my history with Mizzou, and of course I was like a giddy little school girl. It didn't hurt that Norm continued to call me by my first name the next two days. I mean, seriously... he is a legend. It was amazing.
As much as I need to grow in my career right now (just for my own sanity), I am not naive enough to ignore how lucky I am for these experiences. I'm thankful every day, and I think as long as I continue to keep that attitude, something positive will come through the door. It's all about finding the patience to wait it out.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Sometimes I feel like a grown up...
- When someone says I'm in charge of something in a meeting where several people are present.. i.e. the media during Lance Armstrong's visit tomorrow.
- When sipping on a dirty martini which I just discovered I love.
- When my dad starts to talk to me about business decisions.
- When I look at my credit card bill.
- When discussing car insurance with my friends.
- When my friends talk about having babies.... soon.
- When watching "One Tree Hill" on The CW.
- When hitting the snooze button 20 times in the morning.
- When battling homesickness.. seriously - six months is way too long to go between trips home.
- Whenever I'm out at the lake.
- When eating a popsicle.
- When someone runs their fingers through my hair.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Full 'maid of honor' mode...
I've officially asked off vacation for four days for Stephanie and Nate's wedding including the Bachelorette Party that will be taking place over Labor Day weekend. I am so excited for this event considering both Stephanie and Nathan are two of my favorite people in the whole world and my oldest friends.
I would love to post some of my ideas on here but considering I think she checks the site from time to time, I will have to keep my ideas closed until after the party.
I had big plans for Labor Day weekend - get home on Friday morning, hang out in GC and hit up the Tigers football game. Although OF COURSE every time I try to go home and see a game, they're playing away that night. Since when do they EVER play away over Labor Day weekend? I mean, it IS the county fair weekend!! Oh well.. It will leave some good time to hang out with my dad and see good ol' GC in it's prime form. Then Saturday we'll take off for Omaha for the festivities. Return to GC on Sunday where I hope to hitch a spin on the Snyder's new pontoon and then catch a Labor Day picnic on Monday with my mom's family and celebrate Grandma's 95th birthday.
Weekends like that excite me so much. I love going home when I have the chance to see lots of people (like Fair/summer holiday weekends when so many people will be back in Guthrie), and it will give me the chance to do so many important things in one trip.
I was worried today because I realized I won't be back in Iowa until June for Colby's wedding and since the event is so far away, it won't leave any time to check in with the family. I was worried about not seeing my grandparents until August but I think we're going to work something out to see them during that trip, even if it's just for a little bit. I had thoughts about coming back for a VERY fast trip for Mother's Day but my mom didn't think it would be worth the cost of the ticket to be back for such a short while. However, I might save up and surprise her. Money is tight right now but I'm still optimistic that a raise is coming -- someday :)
That's about all the excitement for now...
I would love to post some of my ideas on here but considering I think she checks the site from time to time, I will have to keep my ideas closed until after the party.
I had big plans for Labor Day weekend - get home on Friday morning, hang out in GC and hit up the Tigers football game. Although OF COURSE every time I try to go home and see a game, they're playing away that night. Since when do they EVER play away over Labor Day weekend? I mean, it IS the county fair weekend!! Oh well.. It will leave some good time to hang out with my dad and see good ol' GC in it's prime form. Then Saturday we'll take off for Omaha for the festivities. Return to GC on Sunday where I hope to hitch a spin on the Snyder's new pontoon and then catch a Labor Day picnic on Monday with my mom's family and celebrate Grandma's 95th birthday.
Weekends like that excite me so much. I love going home when I have the chance to see lots of people (like Fair/summer holiday weekends when so many people will be back in Guthrie), and it will give me the chance to do so many important things in one trip.
I was worried today because I realized I won't be back in Iowa until June for Colby's wedding and since the event is so far away, it won't leave any time to check in with the family. I was worried about not seeing my grandparents until August but I think we're going to work something out to see them during that trip, even if it's just for a little bit. I had thoughts about coming back for a VERY fast trip for Mother's Day but my mom didn't think it would be worth the cost of the ticket to be back for such a short while. However, I might save up and surprise her. Money is tight right now but I'm still optimistic that a raise is coming -- someday :)
That's about all the excitement for now...
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Just another Sunday...
Today was my first Easter away from my family. I know Easter isn't a huge holiday like Thanksgiving or Christmas, but it has been a bit of a big deal the last few years for me. I moved to San Diego two years ago on the Monday after Easter. It was my last holiday to say goodbye to everyone -- then last year, I accepted my new job position and took a week off before starting to go home for the holiday and check in with the family. So there have always been some big happenings around this time of year, and yet here I am - a little lost.
I went back to church today which was a great experience. I hadn't been since around Christmas, and I'm not sure why I don't make an effort more. I usually get a lot out of the services and it just makes me start the week on a better feeling. Today was of course a packed house, and there was the cutest little boy sitting right behind me that would yell "Yay!!!" after the special brass horn section would finish accompanying the choir. It was adorable.
I then went over to my fabulous friends, Ashley & Matt's, townhouse for dinner. We just all remembered yesterday while watching the UNLV basketball game that Iowa State is playing UNLV out here this fall and tailgating plans have already been made. We got verrrrrrry excited and I am already ecstatic for fall to come around.
Another item to look forward to -- my big 25th birthday. The Fourth of July is on a Friday this year so the celebration could get crazy. Now if all of my friends would stop moving away, we could plan a craaaazy shindig! :)
I'm trying to find something to really look forward to every month to help time pass faster and take my mind off of work. Here's what I've got so far:
April -- vacation in Newport Beach with April and Amanda
May -- trying reallllllllllly hard to get back home for Mother's Day
June -- Colby's wedding
July -- my birthday!
August -- Stephanie's bachelorette party
September -- football season begins!
October -- Nate & Stephanie's wedding
November -- Thanksgiving
December -- Christmas
I think that's enough to get me through 2008. I can't believe I'm already planning this all out in March, but I just want to be prepared to get through the next few months in case they turn out to be more difficult than I'm hoping.
That's all for now. Here's to a new week!
I went back to church today which was a great experience. I hadn't been since around Christmas, and I'm not sure why I don't make an effort more. I usually get a lot out of the services and it just makes me start the week on a better feeling. Today was of course a packed house, and there was the cutest little boy sitting right behind me that would yell "Yay!!!" after the special brass horn section would finish accompanying the choir. It was adorable.
I then went over to my fabulous friends, Ashley & Matt's, townhouse for dinner. We just all remembered yesterday while watching the UNLV basketball game that Iowa State is playing UNLV out here this fall and tailgating plans have already been made. We got verrrrrrry excited and I am already ecstatic for fall to come around.
Another item to look forward to -- my big 25th birthday. The Fourth of July is on a Friday this year so the celebration could get crazy. Now if all of my friends would stop moving away, we could plan a craaaazy shindig! :)
I'm trying to find something to really look forward to every month to help time pass faster and take my mind off of work. Here's what I've got so far:
April -- vacation in Newport Beach with April and Amanda
May -- trying reallllllllllly hard to get back home for Mother's Day
June -- Colby's wedding
July -- my birthday!
August -- Stephanie's bachelorette party
September -- football season begins!
October -- Nate & Stephanie's wedding
November -- Thanksgiving
December -- Christmas
I think that's enough to get me through 2008. I can't believe I'm already planning this all out in March, but I just want to be prepared to get through the next few months in case they turn out to be more difficult than I'm hoping.
That's all for now. Here's to a new week!
Friday, March 21, 2008
Growing up is hard to do...
I've been holding in a lot of anger the past few weeks, stemming mostly from frustration. I've been dedicating so much of myself to my career that suddenly I realized that my social life is completely absent and I'm at the same job title and salary that I would have gotten straight out of college over two years ago.
Somehow.. this does not add up. I ask for feedback. Nothing but rave reviews. Which is good.. but still doesn't eliminate my frustration.
My father tells me I need to have more patience... something that has never been one of my strongest virtues.
I think more than anything it brings on self-doubt, paranoia, and hurt that maybe I've chosen the wrong path, maybe this is something that I'm just no good at. My boss assured me otherwise, but those feelings just don't disappear.
In a way, it makes me terrified. I mean, I love my job. I literally love getting up and going to work every day. I'm so incredibly passionate about my clients - sometimes it even amazes me. But if this isn't what I'm supposed to be doing, why am I spending so much time here, dedicating every ounce of energy I have into this? Why am I spending time away from my family?
I will wait this out. It can't always be fast and it can't always be fair. I will try my best to swallow my pride and see what happens. But it hurts and it's hard. I just hope in the end it's worth it. I really want it to be.
Somehow.. this does not add up. I ask for feedback. Nothing but rave reviews. Which is good.. but still doesn't eliminate my frustration.
My father tells me I need to have more patience... something that has never been one of my strongest virtues.
I think more than anything it brings on self-doubt, paranoia, and hurt that maybe I've chosen the wrong path, maybe this is something that I'm just no good at. My boss assured me otherwise, but those feelings just don't disappear.
In a way, it makes me terrified. I mean, I love my job. I literally love getting up and going to work every day. I'm so incredibly passionate about my clients - sometimes it even amazes me. But if this isn't what I'm supposed to be doing, why am I spending so much time here, dedicating every ounce of energy I have into this? Why am I spending time away from my family?
I will wait this out. It can't always be fast and it can't always be fair. I will try my best to swallow my pride and see what happens. But it hurts and it's hard. I just hope in the end it's worth it. I really want it to be.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
Things that make you go "Huh???"
You know when you're watching a movie and a young girl realizes she is turning into her mother and has a freak out moment? Yep, that just happened to me...
Ma - I love you and I hope you aren't reading this but if you are, I write this with a lot of love and admiration for you...
But every night before my grandparents would come to visit or we'd have a family outing, my mom was like a crack addict that just had their first taste of heroin. She was cleaning the house like a mad woman, and she always insisted we cleaned areas that no visitor, friend or even the closest family members would ever have any chance of possibly seeing. I remember one night going downstairs well after midnight and finding her in our laundry/utility room in the basement, trying to organize her old play costumes. I mean, really?? What reason would my uncle have to take a peak in there? Or why would my best girl friends over for a sleepover want to see in my brother's closet? God bless her though.. The house always looked great.
And now, the night before she arrives to visit and stay at my house, I just found myself scrubbing the death out of the bottom of my soap dispenser. I'm not really sure why, but it still had some sticker residue on it and by God, I was going to get it off.
And that's when it hit me.. I am my mother's child. For sure. No doubt. Definitely.
But I didn't freak out. All in all, she's a pretty cool broad and I'm excited to see her tomorrow and give her a safe haven from the horrible winter that Iowa has been hit with.
But Ma, I'm leaving my bathroom floors dirty. There is hair in the corners and dust, but as much as I love you, I'm not about to get on my hands and knees at 12:30 am. If anyone knows I'm not perfect, it's you, and I'm pretty ok with that :-)
Happy Friday, y'all!! It's been a long week -- enjoy!
Ma - I love you and I hope you aren't reading this but if you are, I write this with a lot of love and admiration for you...
But every night before my grandparents would come to visit or we'd have a family outing, my mom was like a crack addict that just had their first taste of heroin. She was cleaning the house like a mad woman, and she always insisted we cleaned areas that no visitor, friend or even the closest family members would ever have any chance of possibly seeing. I remember one night going downstairs well after midnight and finding her in our laundry/utility room in the basement, trying to organize her old play costumes. I mean, really?? What reason would my uncle have to take a peak in there? Or why would my best girl friends over for a sleepover want to see in my brother's closet? God bless her though.. The house always looked great.
And now, the night before she arrives to visit and stay at my house, I just found myself scrubbing the death out of the bottom of my soap dispenser. I'm not really sure why, but it still had some sticker residue on it and by God, I was going to get it off.
And that's when it hit me.. I am my mother's child. For sure. No doubt. Definitely.
But I didn't freak out. All in all, she's a pretty cool broad and I'm excited to see her tomorrow and give her a safe haven from the horrible winter that Iowa has been hit with.
But Ma, I'm leaving my bathroom floors dirty. There is hair in the corners and dust, but as much as I love you, I'm not about to get on my hands and knees at 12:30 am. If anyone knows I'm not perfect, it's you, and I'm pretty ok with that :-)
Happy Friday, y'all!! It's been a long week -- enjoy!
Sunday, March 2, 2008
You're only young once... Or so I'm trying to convince my toes.
What a marathon weekend of activity.. Friday night Jax and I had to work an event at 54 and then went to hang out at our other nightclub client (reminder: I have to be careful mentioning my client's names b/c I don't necessarily need my personal blog popping up during our web media searches...) We had some good team bonding with the crew and then I met back up with Jessi + friends for some dancing at 54 again. It was a pretty late night of dancing but it was a good time to say the least. My feet were not loving me later on in the night and most of Saturday, but that's the price you pay for wearing high heels and being on your feet for 7 hours straight - yowch!
Last night I knew the group was going to head out to another nightclub and I promised my feet it would not be a late night. When we hopped in a cab at 4 am, they were not happy I lied to them. Although I will admit that having someone pay for table service (thus getting to sit for a couple hours) was a MAJOR help.
The funny thing -- even living in the capitol of nightlife -- it's VERY rare for me to go out two nights in a row. I can't even remember the last time I did it. It was fun, but I'm glad it's not every night.
This week will probably fly by like they all do, but I am so excited for Friday when my mom arrives to visit for the weekend. Last time she was in town, she came during the week so we only got to hang out at night - not leaving me much time to show her anything beyond the strip - which is an unrealistic visit to Vegas when you actually know someone that lives here.
Even better -- the cherry blossom trees are just starting to bloom so they should be perfect by the time she gets here. Plus daylight savings time will give us even more hours to explore the beautiful scenery including Red Rock Canyon, Valley of Fire, possibly Hoover Dam, etc...
In other news.. my roommate is out of town this week for work. I don't know what happened to me as a kid - if I was permanently damaged by Nightmare on Elm Street or what.. But when I am in a house to myself, I analyze every single little noise or sound. I freak myself out -- hence why I am blogging at midnight instead of crashing to prepare for the big week ahead... I know I'm not the only one that does this, but seriously -- I'm 24. I shouldn't still be afraid of the dark on some level. Or is this normal? Does everyone do this on some level?
Ok time to turn the laptop off and crash. Have a great week!
Last night I knew the group was going to head out to another nightclub and I promised my feet it would not be a late night. When we hopped in a cab at 4 am, they were not happy I lied to them. Although I will admit that having someone pay for table service (thus getting to sit for a couple hours) was a MAJOR help.
The funny thing -- even living in the capitol of nightlife -- it's VERY rare for me to go out two nights in a row. I can't even remember the last time I did it. It was fun, but I'm glad it's not every night.
This week will probably fly by like they all do, but I am so excited for Friday when my mom arrives to visit for the weekend. Last time she was in town, she came during the week so we only got to hang out at night - not leaving me much time to show her anything beyond the strip - which is an unrealistic visit to Vegas when you actually know someone that lives here.
Even better -- the cherry blossom trees are just starting to bloom so they should be perfect by the time she gets here. Plus daylight savings time will give us even more hours to explore the beautiful scenery including Red Rock Canyon, Valley of Fire, possibly Hoover Dam, etc...
In other news.. my roommate is out of town this week for work. I don't know what happened to me as a kid - if I was permanently damaged by Nightmare on Elm Street or what.. But when I am in a house to myself, I analyze every single little noise or sound. I freak myself out -- hence why I am blogging at midnight instead of crashing to prepare for the big week ahead... I know I'm not the only one that does this, but seriously -- I'm 24. I shouldn't still be afraid of the dark on some level. Or is this normal? Does everyone do this on some level?
Ok time to turn the laptop off and crash. Have a great week!
Monday, February 18, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
Just a little distraction...
I've never been able to figure out why I don't like Bridget Moynahan.. I mean, she's like the girl next door AND her last name is similar to mine. When the whole Gisele/Tom Brady thing went down, I couldn't figure out for the life of me why I wasn't pulling for Bridget.. I mean, HELLO! Girl next door should always get the QB over the supermodel.. I mean, rooting for B speaks to my own lifestyle... But I never did. I recently figured out why...
In preparation for the highly anticipated Sex and the City movie coming out in May, I've been borrowing Jenna's seasons on DVD and watching every episode from start to finish.. I recently started season 3 (ok - I'll admit, I started it two days ago and am already on episode 12...) Duh.. Why didn't I figure it out before?? BRIDGET MOYNAHAN IS NATASHA... Natasha... What a bullshit name...
That being said.. I know every S&TC fan always tries to relate with one character and in reality, almost all of us want to be Carrie... The more I watch, the more I realize how I have a bit of all of them in me... The publicist (Samantha), the friend (Carrie), the innocent one (Charlotte), but most of all, I am happy to admit that I am a Miranda. Now if I could only find my Steve...
I wonder if S&TC will ever turn into a Broadway musical.. Now that would be comedic.
In other news... I took April to the Cirque de Soleil show LOVE at The Mirage tonight. It was hands-down the best show I've seen in Vegas. Most shows I get stir crazy and I'm ready for it to be over, even if I like it, but this one, I seriously was sad when they came on for the closing number... I thought after seeing Le Reve at the Wynn that I would never really dig a Cirque show.. I need a plot, a story line, and hey - even a chorus line will make me happy. But this show was seriously amazing... The soundtrack alone gave me goosebumps and made me fall even deeper in love with The Beatles than I ever thought possible...
And you know as I ramble on and on about these meaningless thoughts I know that this post is just yet another distraction to talk about what's really been going on lately. Death is something I have never understood and will probably never understand when it happens tragically or all too quickly. I understood when it was my grandmother that was lying in a hospital, full of pain and suffering. I got that she was ready, and I didn't want her to struggle.. But when it happens to someone young, it never is an easy pill to swallow....
Not only have I been struggling with this, it is even more difficult to see your friends struggle even worse.
I have never considered myself someone to take things for granted. Most of my friends know that I love them and would walk to the ends of the earth for anything they ever needed.. But it still feels good to say it. Or type it. Just share it.
And I sleep a little easier at night just knowing they know that...
In preparation for the highly anticipated Sex and the City movie coming out in May, I've been borrowing Jenna's seasons on DVD and watching every episode from start to finish.. I recently started season 3 (ok - I'll admit, I started it two days ago and am already on episode 12...) Duh.. Why didn't I figure it out before?? BRIDGET MOYNAHAN IS NATASHA... Natasha... What a bullshit name...
That being said.. I know every S&TC fan always tries to relate with one character and in reality, almost all of us want to be Carrie... The more I watch, the more I realize how I have a bit of all of them in me... The publicist (Samantha), the friend (Carrie), the innocent one (Charlotte), but most of all, I am happy to admit that I am a Miranda. Now if I could only find my Steve...
I wonder if S&TC will ever turn into a Broadway musical.. Now that would be comedic.
In other news... I took April to the Cirque de Soleil show LOVE at The Mirage tonight. It was hands-down the best show I've seen in Vegas. Most shows I get stir crazy and I'm ready for it to be over, even if I like it, but this one, I seriously was sad when they came on for the closing number... I thought after seeing Le Reve at the Wynn that I would never really dig a Cirque show.. I need a plot, a story line, and hey - even a chorus line will make me happy. But this show was seriously amazing... The soundtrack alone gave me goosebumps and made me fall even deeper in love with The Beatles than I ever thought possible...
And you know as I ramble on and on about these meaningless thoughts I know that this post is just yet another distraction to talk about what's really been going on lately. Death is something I have never understood and will probably never understand when it happens tragically or all too quickly. I understood when it was my grandmother that was lying in a hospital, full of pain and suffering. I got that she was ready, and I didn't want her to struggle.. But when it happens to someone young, it never is an easy pill to swallow....
Not only have I been struggling with this, it is even more difficult to see your friends struggle even worse.
I have never considered myself someone to take things for granted. Most of my friends know that I love them and would walk to the ends of the earth for anything they ever needed.. But it still feels good to say it. Or type it. Just share it.
And I sleep a little easier at night just knowing they know that...
Thursday, January 3, 2008
One of the many perks of being an Iowan...
Is the invasion of politicians every four years for the Iowa Caucus. Funny how when I was back, everyone there was totally over it though... The ads, the events, the speeches, etc.. They've been flooded with info the last few months because of tonight's caucuses.
However, I would love to be there right now. I would love to have been in Des Moines to hear this speech.
When I ask people if they are caucusing in Nevada and they look at me like I'm crazy, I'm never really sure what my reaction should be. I don't understand how people can not be "in" to politics. It effects you every single day... And with the way things have gone the past 8 years, how can you not being breaking down any doors stopping you making a CHANGE?
Four years ago, I was studying political science at Iowa State University. My favorite professor, Jim Hutter, had a course every two years to discuss political elections. Throughout the course you also had to volunteer on a campaign 50+ hours or so... This was one of my favorite courses throughout my 4.5 years as a college student. It changed my whole perspective on the political process and truly inspired me to be a part of the elections and absorb all of the knowledge around me.
I worked on the Kerry campaign. I caucused for Kerry in the beginning - when everyone said Howard Dean would win - and this was before the infamous squeal. I truly believed in the Kerry/Edwards campaign. I almost got run over while knocking on doors for him (crazy conservatives...) And when he lost, I cried. I felt so defeated.
When Kerry gave his concession speech, I remember crying even harder. I looked up what he said to find what moved me... It was this: I think of the brigades of students and people, young and old, who took time to travel, time off from work, their own vacation time, to work in states far and wide. They braved the hot days of summer and the cold days of the fall and the winter to knock on door because they were determined to open the doors of opportunity to all Americans.
They worked their hearts out. And I wish, you don't know how much, that I could have brought this race home for you, for them. And I say to them now: Don't lose faith. What you did made a difference. And building on itself, we go on to make a difference another day.
Whether you liked him or not, he knew we needed change. We all knew we needed change. And I hope so much that is upon us now.
I find inspiration in Barrack Obama, and I am excited to caucus for him in the great state of Nevada on January 19th. I need to know there is more out there than what I've seen our country struggled through the past eight years.
However, I would love to be there right now. I would love to have been in Des Moines to hear this speech.
When I ask people if they are caucusing in Nevada and they look at me like I'm crazy, I'm never really sure what my reaction should be. I don't understand how people can not be "in" to politics. It effects you every single day... And with the way things have gone the past 8 years, how can you not being breaking down any doors stopping you making a CHANGE?
Four years ago, I was studying political science at Iowa State University. My favorite professor, Jim Hutter, had a course every two years to discuss political elections. Throughout the course you also had to volunteer on a campaign 50+ hours or so... This was one of my favorite courses throughout my 4.5 years as a college student. It changed my whole perspective on the political process and truly inspired me to be a part of the elections and absorb all of the knowledge around me.
I worked on the Kerry campaign. I caucused for Kerry in the beginning - when everyone said Howard Dean would win - and this was before the infamous squeal. I truly believed in the Kerry/Edwards campaign. I almost got run over while knocking on doors for him (crazy conservatives...) And when he lost, I cried. I felt so defeated.
When Kerry gave his concession speech, I remember crying even harder. I looked up what he said to find what moved me... It was this: I think of the brigades of students and people, young and old, who took time to travel, time off from work, their own vacation time, to work in states far and wide. They braved the hot days of summer and the cold days of the fall and the winter to knock on door because they were determined to open the doors of opportunity to all Americans.
They worked their hearts out. And I wish, you don't know how much, that I could have brought this race home for you, for them. And I say to them now: Don't lose faith. What you did made a difference. And building on itself, we go on to make a difference another day.
Whether you liked him or not, he knew we needed change. We all knew we needed change. And I hope so much that is upon us now.
I find inspiration in Barrack Obama, and I am excited to caucus for him in the great state of Nevada on January 19th. I need to know there is more out there than what I've seen our country struggled through the past eight years.
