Bill Clinton the day before the NC primary

On May 4th I got a call from a gal inviting us to go to the next town over to see former President Bill Clinton speak. Mind you I am a huge Obama fan and have been since his Democratic convention speech four years ago. I joked with the gal and said, "no thank you I am an Obama Mama!!!!". She and I laughed and she said, "well atleast your nice about it, some have actually hung up the phone on me". We joked back and forth and chuckled at how much we all love our candidate.  I hung up the phone and left it at that.  I don't leave much opportunity on the table when it comes to exposing the children to things and in the evening at 9:00pm it occured to me that of course I should accept this invitation and go. I hadn't gotten any further in conversation with the gal as to where it would be...when...what to bring etc... and went to my phone and glanced at the caller ID...I called the number back just hoping that someone would answer. I had changed my mind and decided this is history and my children must see him.  It was 9:02 when I dialed back the number that had called. I had no idea if it was switch board or what and a lady casually answered, "Hello". I told her about my change in heart and I was lucky that what she described as a back line and phone that never rings was ringing and she decided to pick it up.

It was a gorgeous day!!!!  Little did we know that the next day would throw my Barrack into the situation of being our nominee...that NC would decide it!!!!

The crowd was small as you can tell in the pictures, I joked I think I had more people at my wedding than were here to see Clinton on the front porch of a small town home.  I was amazed at the intimate setting. We put our chairs out under a huge tree outside of a lovely Southern home across the street, ate our packed lunch and waited for his arrival.

When it ended we were heading back to the car when we noticed a crowd of like four waiting behind the home...we positioned ourselves there as Clinton walked by and into the SUV to head to his next stop. I did have to share a funny...as we watched there was only one secret service agent infront of us...a gal walked by behind him, confidently and I whispered under my breath, "that must be his girlfriend"...lesson learned to watch what you mumble around children. Brownyn (age 3) started screaming out loud, "where is his girlfriend? I want to see his girlfriend!!!!" She seized that mumble and went on and on and on....I almost died.....

The Obama sign was around the corner in a neighbors front lawn.