Thursday's Project Baby #2 : Still a go!

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We had a little blip on the radar screen yesterday and this morning we were preparing for what might have been a tad bit of an early arrival due to some high blood pressure and headaches experienced by yours truly, but they think that's probably due to baby positioning and some condition (a big word involving hyper, but not tension) where the blood pressure jumps up and down in the last week or so leading up to delivery, so relaxation and left side laying was my prescription (not too bad, huh?).

I'm pretty excited about the May 1st date anyway (and I know my grandma is too), so I'm fine with waiting 48 more hours but, surprisingly, I was also perfectly fine going in today, too. That's so different than last time when I looked like a terrified 1st grader going to school for the first time as I'm leaving for the hospital (see terrible picture at right - face puffy and swolen from all the crying, fake smile and all) I was a week overdue, hugely uncomfortable, had just been told it was in mine and baby's best interest to induce that day and I still was not wanting to go. Now, I feel much more "let's get this show on the road" vs. "maybe the baby can just stay in me until she goes to college".

Edited to add:  see how much bettter I looked this time: 

So what brought about this change of heart? (Besides the drugs and therapy) :) This time, I know the next few weeks/months will be rough (potentially nearly impossible at times), but unlike last time, I also know it will get better and easier. I'm sure this has to do with my "c" word issues, but regardless, it's there and it's real - I don't do well with change and/or transition periods in life. Throw in a crazy influx of hormones and a baby I had no idea what to do with and the conditions were ripe for a meltdown the first time around. No matter how many people told me it would be better and easier, I couldn't hear that in the days after Bridget was born, so I won't preach it to my first time mom friends out there, but for me, I know it now and this is a much more comfortable place to be.

This time, I can accept that I just am not a big baby person. Don't get me wrong - they are cute and all, especially those teeny tiny little fingernails, but I can hold one for a few minutes and then be ready to give it back, unless it's sleeping, then I can hold it for a while.. anyway... I've come to understand this doesn't mean I won't love or appreciate what an amazing thing a new baby is, but it does mean I probably WILL NOT love all the early days of care and getting used to an entirely new routine and breastfeeding struggles and sleepless nights and missing designing new t-shirts and working. Because those things can be hard and stressful and NEW and different and not routine and, like my wise brother-in-law once said, "good things are good" and sometimes new motherhood is not good. I will, however, try harder to cherish this time as it is fleeting and quite possibly my last go around with a newborn, but, I also will allow myself to feel overwhelmed and discouraged with the depth of new momhood and I won't beat myself up for longing for a time in the past occasionally. I will understand that feeling that way DOES NOT a bad mom make and it does not mean I wouldn't do anything for this new little person, it just makes me flat out NORMAL. This time my mantra will be, good things will be good again, the best is yet to come.

And, hey, remember this post? Well, just look at all the progress we've made now and we still have 2 days left!


PS - Check back here next week same time same place to see if my empowered second baby mantra is working out or if I've been hiding under the bed all week eating bean burritos.

Throwback Thursday: Changes in Latitudes Edition

Surprisingly, I got to go to the Jimmy Buffett concert last night at Riverport UMB Bank Pavilion at Verizon Amphitheatre! We had AMAZING seats (best I've ever been in), awesome weather and awesome music. It was a great night for TPD and I (well at least for me and Tim got to drink beer so everyone was a winner) to kick back before things get a little busier around here for a while. The only thing missing really was that big giant margarita in my hand, but otherwise the company was good and the show was fantastic!

So, in a tardy Thursday Throwback, it reminded me of my 30th birthday (so many years ago now! ouch) in Las Vegas at the last JB concert we attended. This was Tim's first concert (I'm sure he was thrilled), my 10th or something like that and just coincidentally the Muldrow's were in town for Aimee's work so we all got to kick back the last night in Vegas for a little 30th B-day partying (after a stressful weekend of work for a-le). Fun times!

So cute, so young, so carefree... so three years ago.

Me dragging everyone to Margaritaville Las Vegas

Sooo much fun!!!

Even my parents surprised me by flying out to Vegas, too!

This is what happens a week before your new baby arrives... Even when you don't "officially" know if it's a boy or a girl.

What are all these clothes for Mom?

For your new baby brother, Bridget...

Could these be any cuter? You can't even see the little palm trees on the side.

Just a little something for the hospital after that,
all clothes are courtesy of Boutique Matthew.
Guess which one babygirl liked best?

I shall call this one: Artsy Turtle

For the official record, I have no idea if we are having a boy or a girl.

For the unofficial record, I know we are having a boy.

What do you think?

Since I spent too much time on the new skin, this is what you get for today...

It's an oldie, but a goodie!

Area Baby Doesn't Have Any Friends

TARRYTOWN, NY-Although he's had nearly three months to meet people, stay-at-home misfit Joshua Goldsworthy hasn't made a single friend.

Wasn't the dog named Brandon or maybe it was Comet?

Today, I was a little late in dropping Bridget off at "school" her part-time daycare not far from our house. Tim had to go out of town so the dirty deed was left to me again. I try and get out of this drop-off thing if at all possible simply because it's so miserable. When Tim takes her I have a happy image in my head all day of her walking happily out the door, backpack in tow, waving, giving kisses and saying "bye bye". But when I take her I never know which Bridget I'm going to get. There's the "oh i'm so happy to see all my friends and go play - mommy who?" Bridget or the "why on god's green earth would you make me come to this forsaken place where they torture me all day long with song singing, artwork making and interactive play with my peers" Bridget. It's a toss up and as far as I can tell there is no predictor of which one you're going to get. Lately, it's been a little more of the torturous variety than mommy who variety. So, I prepared myself for the worse this morning. I was going to be confident, strong and not give into what was sure to be a veritable melt-down with the weaker of the two parents doing the drop off.

People, I was in control. Then I opened the door.

This is "young children's" week at school (??) and they've been doing activities all week to celebrate the younger ones. So today they brought in a story teller for Bridget's room and because I was so late, she was already mid-telling of some monkey/fairy story. Cute, right? WRONG. WRONG. WRONG.

She was absolutely terrifying and she scared the hell out of...... me. She was straight out of a 1984 Punky Brewster episode - you know like the really bad ones when Punky was all "expressing" herself. I'm not exaggerating here friends, the "story teller" was a (not that this matters, but it does add to the visual) very overweight 65 year-old Punky Brewster with wings! dressed in multiple layers of bright pink, yellow, purple, and plaid pattern clothes, mismatched socks and shoes, a stuffed monkey and some god-awful hat that was luckily still "hidden" behind her back for what I can only assume was to be used in a future climatic element of the monkey fairy story.

I wanted to run out the door screaming. I quickly looked at Bridget to see her reaction and the only way I can describe it is - purely mesmerized. She was taking it all in, trying to figure out what was going on. Then I looked at the other kids, and they all were fixated on Punky, too, but not in a bad way, in a happy, clap my hands jump up and down when she tells me sort of way. Bridget actually reached out for Miss Emily to go sit on the ground and get a closer look.

Wait! No tears, no heartbreaking reaching for me as I try and kiss her goodbye - in fact, there was not even a kiss goodbye or a wave - she was just off - sitting down with her friends, and actually clapping a little as I walked out the door - not caring for a second that I was leaving.

Can you believe that? All that preparation in my head, all that stress and my daughter liked scary Punky over mommy. I almost felt a little sad or something - she just didn't care about me at all. I should have been happy that it was so smooth - but again - SCARY PUNKY?! At the very least, I was relieved to get the hell out of there before that hat went on.

All this progress and we still have over two weeks left!

Baby D² new nursery checklist:

✓ Vacuum under the cradle
✓ Place sheet in wash
✓ Plug in light behind cradle

Thursday Throwback: EXACTLY 731 Days Ago Edition

Waiting for the Little Man's arrival. How have two years past already?
Happy (almost) Birthday to Matthew (and me)! :)

Yes, I'm a little embarrassed to admit this...

but I really like this promo - I get all jittery thinking about tonight! Everything is back, PEOPLE, everything:

Earl - It's been pretty funny lately - give it a chance again!
30 Rock - Right up there with the funniest show ever
The Office - The funniest show ever
Scrubs -Last season for this classic - and a sneak peak inside my brain most days = JD

aaaahhhhhh!!! I can't even stand it. What are you all planning for the biggest night on TV dinner? Hmmm... Imo's? Take out? Unfortunately, this bum gall bladder of mine is limiting my options, but I'm still going to come up with something good!

On a side note, sorry you'll miss out on this Lil' G - I know you will be preparing hard tonight for your big PE exam tomorrow. Hope you can do lot's of sit ups, push-ups and run that mile in less than 10 minutes... oh wait - maybe that's not the kind of PE exam your taking?! Seriously, good luck, hope you kick some serious Engineering ass!

I Smell a Controversy Brewing.. ha ha get it? Brewing! Isn't that clever how I used brewing like that?

Does this new Starbucks cup freak anyone else out?

It's making me not want to get my Grande Skinny Mocha every morning... mwahhhahahaha... evil laugh... it so IS NOT making that happen, tpd.

New Cup

Old Cup

Starbucks drinkers, or whoever feels like it -take my poll to the right - and yes, maybe I should be polling about boy/girl, Hillary/Barack, or other more pressing things in life, but right now I'm thinking about Starbucks, so that's what we're polling about today.

PS - BOO KANSAS, sorry about Memphis Big D!

Monday afternoon at the park, as told in pictures

"Duck, duck"

Let me get a closer look here

What are you looking at mommy?

What is that duck doing?

Is it something like this?

Action running shots

Mommy likes this one the best

Soooo not ready to leave the park. It took about 15 minutes to buckle her in and yes,
I am mean enough to take a picture (or 8) of the meltdown.

But a cracker later, everything's fine and we're even saying bye bye to the "duck, duck"

Hope your day was just as ducky.

Top 5 Reasons to take your young toddler clothes shopping with you:

Q. Bridget, do you like this outfit?
A. Uh-huh

Q. Bridgey, does this shirt make mommy look skinny?
A. Yeah

Q. Do you have the hottest mommy in the world? (Be sure to ask this question in the same tone as if you had just said, "Want to go to McDonald's and get french fries?")
A. Yes!

Q. Do you think mommy will look good at the shower tomorrow even though she is 8 months pregnant and as big as a house?
A. Yeah.

Q. Bridget, Daddy would want mommy to buy this outfit wouldn't he?
A. Uh-huh

Throwback Thursday: 1989 Boy Band Edition *update*

I only wish I could run over to my parent's house right now and dig out a picture of my room as it stood from approximately 1988-1990 completely wallpapered with Donnie, Jordan and maybe a few group photos (but I was sooo not into Joey or Danny...bleech).

Over the course of about 4 years, I acquired practically every book, magazine, video or other item of propaganda pushed at "tweens" like myself (although we weren't called that back then) and whole heartedly wished Donnie Wahlberg would throw rocks at my window some random Tuesday night and beckon that I run away on tour with him. I'm pretty sure if I dug through my old boxes of crap treasured childhood memories I could find numerous pieces of paper where I practiced signing my name, "Erin Wahlberg" over and over just so that I was prepared.

So, in honor of Throwback Thursday, I thought we would throwback and play tribute to one of the original boy bands as they prepare to reunite. I trust you will all be watching tomorrow's Friday Concert series on the Today Show - I know I'll tune in to see 38 year old men singing "Hanging Tough" and "I'll be Loving you Forever". *Update* Apparently there is no concert today, we'll have to wait until May 16th for the actual concert...and I was so looking forward to having "Ooh...ooh..ooh..oooh...ooh... We're Hanging Tough" playing through my head all day.

Then	Now

Hey, Becky and Katie, you guys want to come over for a slumber party tomorrow night - we'll watch the New Kids video and rip out new pics from Tiger Beat? I get all the Donnie ones, Becky gets all the Danny ones and Katie gets Jordan or was it Joey? I think you were kind of a flip-flopper. And, yeah, I'm calling you both out - and especially you Beck, it's gotta kill you that you let your older, non-cooler cousin bully you into becoming a New Kids fan. Especially the way you tried to soooo hate them, but eventually the fever overcame you and your room was straight out of Erin's Teen Beat Decorating style, too.

Anyone else absolutely horrified that this is the 20th... yes, 20th anniversary of the release of the Hanging Tough album and are there any other closet NKOTB fans out there?

PS - Check out Doogie on the cover over there. So cute - and little did we know back then...

The Adventure of Many Lifetimes

I think I'm going to sign up for this:

An invitation.
Earth has issues, and it's time humanity got started on a Plan B. So, starting in 2014, Virgin founder Richard Branson and Google co-founders Larry Page and Sergey Brin will be leading hundreds of users on one of the grandest adventures in human history: Project Virgle, the first permanent human colony on Mars.

Read more here.

You are funny, Google.

How much does a Robin weigh?

A paraphrase of my conversation with Tim (he may have a slightly different version, but he also doesn't have a blog, so tough luck tpd) after we almost quite possibly take out three, innocent Robins playing chase without a care in the world before they inadvertently crossed directly in front of our car... (I'm still not quite sure how they made it or that they are not all smashed on the underside of my car somewhere).

Me: Aaaa...(but louder and screamier) Oh my god, how many did you hit, are they all dead?

tpd: No (said with extreme displeasure that I am so worked up about the birds) we obviously didn't hit them.

Me: What are you talking about? They flew directly in front of the car - how exactly did we not hit them?

tpd: I don't know, but you totally would have heard the sound if we had.

Me: What? We're talking about a bird not a cow here.

tpd: A bird weighs like 3 pounds and you would have heard the thunk.

Me: A bird doesn't weigh anything - you would not have heard it.

tpd: You would have heard it and there would be mass bird carnage all over the road right now.

Me: Really - cause you've hit that many birds in your lifetime that you can say with confidence you would hear a thud?

tpd: Yes. Where do you want to eat?

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ps:
Q. How much do robins weigh?
A. They weigh 64.8 - 84.2 grams, or 2 1/3 - 3 ounces--a little less than a CD in its plastic case.

Throwback Thursday: Same-Day Narcissistic Edition

Currently - 7:21 pm - Post Haircut: You may not be able to tell too well from these cell phone pics, but this haircut is SMOKING HOT!


Throwback to 11:35 am Pre-Haircut: This hair is lame, too long and soooo... October, 2007.

This is why I should just listen to MJ in the Morning on the way to work...

Today, for the first time really, as I was driving to work, I got hit with a pang of only child anxiety. Not that I'm an only child but that I ONLY have one CHILD. I won't lie, it's been nice these past 18 months - only one child to put to bed, only one child to fix dinner for and only one child to throw tantrums over the fact I cut the top off the strawberry instead of letting her eat it like any other normal mom apparently would have.

Now, to be fair, the whole "how will I love this baby as much" question hasn't really stressed me all that much. I don't worry about loving another one equally as I honestly didn't know how I'd feel about Bridget until she was born, but there it was - a steady growing addiction to this little tiny thing that I didn't know or "love" two years ago and that now drives this ridiculous need from deep within me to buy anything with a turtle on it, just because SHE loves them so much. So, I learned that these things come with time and experience and I know I'll love this new baby just as much as I love babygirl, perhaps not in the exact same way or for the exact same reasons, but it will be there.

But there was the feeling of hey! this is my only child. She's the one I know. I know what she likes, dislikes, won't tolerate and what type of personality she has. (HINT: I just bought this book.) I know how to teach her things and I love all those things and all of a sudden there will be another child with a whole new set of "things" to learn about him or her and a whole new set of "things" to teach! My whole world will stop revolving around her needs and wants. My only child will now turn into my children- a brother and a sister or two sisters and aaahh...! that statement alone seems terrifying enough - you mean I'm responsible for raising multiple children? For ensuring that they grow and mature into responsible, caring adults with a mutual respect and love for one another? Me? Really?

As it was all starting to get too surreal, I vowed to try not to think about all of this too much. I think you can overthink anything (see there I go thinking again) and let it overwhelm you. You can worry too much about studies and parenting styles and much much more about how we can screw them up. So, instead I decided when that stress does start creeping in, I'm going to keep reminding myself that all those only child "things" that I adjusted to and love now, will turn into double the kisses at night, twice the loud laughter when dad chases them and two times the hilarious looks and sayings. Oh! And not to mention twice the fun stuff to buy when I figure out what this new one loves (that alone is super exciting, right tpd?) and not worry about the myriad of ways in which I could potentially screw them up adjusting to life as a parent of children.

Of course, the irony of this story today is that all of this multiple child (over)thinking on the way to work was nice and resolved in my head by the time I arrived and just as I was beginning to feel multiple-child mommy empowerment again - I wake up my computer first thing this morning and notice someone left Yahoo! up on my browser window (think "someone's been sitting at my computer" in a Goldilocks and the three bears sort of way) since I would never use Yahoo! (isn't that soooo 1999?) ... but, there it was, staring me right there in the face - and I could almost hear the internet gods laughing...



My personal favorite line: sibling rivalry can last into adulthood. Awesome, thanks a lot Yahoo! that's why Google is kicking your ever loving search engine ass, I knew you were only good for fantasy football.

Here's the story if you really care about this at all, but A-Le, I don't recommend watching it!

Throwback Thursday: Babyboomer Edition

I used to be big on polyester, now I'm big on poli-grip.

Erin Go Braugh!

Hope you all are having a fantastic St. Patrick's Day, too! (picture phone, sorry!)

Delicious green beer and non-delicious non-alcoholic green beer!

The Bottom Line: You never know when you're going to get caught with your pants down.

I blame Anne Curry, Google and even my Mom for this. In other words, I'm not taking any personal accountability here.

Monday night I woke up to go to the bathroom - one out of the 8 times a night I have to get up to go like many of my preggo friends can probably relate - and noticed a really tight painful feeling in my calf. I didn't think much of it, but by yesterday when it was still there, I couldn't shake Anne Curry's annoying little warning message about "unexplained leg pain" and it certainly didn't help that March is DVT awareness month. After arriving on site at SC, even though I knew better, I did it - I googled "calf pain/calf cramping". (Remember the great Malaria incident of 2007?) You can imagine what the first results were.

But, no I didn't stop there - after going even further and taking a "risk factor" test (hello, what am I thinking?) Pregnant? Check. Overweight? Uh...sorta.. okay, yeah, check. Sedentary? Not really, but I did spend that entire month of February practically living on a couch or bed of some sort due to miscellaneous illnesses... so okay sorta check. History of Inflammatory Bowel Disease?...um, don't know what that's related, but yup. DING DING DING - we have a winner:

DVT Risk Assessor

YOUR RESULTS

So, I put down the mouse and call my mom. Surely the medical professional voice of reason, the one that tells me I don't have whatever I think and that it's fine and go back to work, will make me feel better. BUT she didn't. She didn't tell me to watch it and see if it goes away - you know what she told me? She told me to call the doctor. WHAT? About some little stupid calf cramp - which by now in my head was the worst calf cramping I've ever had - seriously, the doctor? But, (insert whining here) I just called them about gall bladders and flus and god, I just don't want to call the doctor again. There's probably already a big bright red code at the top of my chart that stands for "she's one of them - the crazy calling the doctor every day with some new problem people". But, I called...

Fast forward 2 hours (in which, no lie, a nurse from my doctor's office calls me and says "how quickly can you get to St. John's" - aaahhh!! what?) - I'm in a test room at St. John's Hospital Non-Invasive (thank god) Vascular services and the nurse is telling me to take my pants off and hop up on the table. What? Tests? Tables? No pants? I didn't even take a shower today and OH! the humanity! I have holey underwear on top of it all. So instead of just getting this over with and confirming there is no massive blood clot in my leg, I start nervous-Erin rambling with some awkward jokes about not knowing I was going to have to take my pants off and the holes in my underwear and it's a really big hole and yadda yadda - she looks at me and says, "Well, honey, I probably wouldn't have even known that if you didn't tell me." In other words, TOO MUCH INFORMATION - now shut up and get on this table so I can go home.

I won't even go into detail about how I almost passed out on the table as I invented scenario after scenario of why she was focusing on some particular areas and kept making me take deep breaths and DIDN'T SAY everything was looking good at any point until the very end (after like 25 minutes) when my ears are ringing the room is fuzzy and I'm about to go down, I vaguely hear, "Looks good - I don't see any clots". Gee, coulda told me that a little sooner, don't you think? In fairness to her, I think the near fainting is because I can't lay on my back for long - I've had it happen numerous times in later pregnancy - even passed out at an ultrasound once, but she certainly didn't help the situation.

Regardless, everything is fine and I really do feel much better knowing that then continually worrying today as it still hurts like hell. And even though it's not my style (to a fault) to worry about something seemingly silly like that, I did learn that people take unexplained leg/calf pain seriously. Every single person from my mom to the first nurse to my doctor to the St. John's lady didn't hesitate saying that you don't want to mess around with that. So I guess the true moral of the story is to get what sometimes seems like little stuff checked out, even if you feel silly and everything is fine in the end.

Most importantly, internet friends, don't underestimate the importance of clean, non-holey underwear every day of your life and on that rare occasion that fate finds you without that clean non-holey underwear, for the love, don't tell people about it!

I'm pretty sure this one will be making the blog circuit quickly

Seriously? This is just crazy ridiculous what this child can do! We read LOTS of books in this house and do give her a fair amount of "multisensory input" (tv counts, right?), but considering Bridget is one month older than the girl in this video and believes most of the planet's animal species are made up of either "tur-tles", "rileys", or "birdies" or that most everything she touches is "hot" (the snow was "hot" the other day), I'd say reading full blown sentences is pretty darn good. In fact, I'm pretty sure this Mensa bound toddler read the word "kangaroo" better than my 31 years and 5 months older husband would have! Well, at least Babygirl can sing along with Flo-Rida and dance like an all-star... hmm I wonder if that would be considered "multisensory input"??

Now, the constant moving, fidgeting and the whining displayed by the toddler in this video, I can relate to, but the reading words, sentences and crazy vocabulary... check back with us in a couple of years!

PS - Did I ever mention how much I hate Anne Curry?

My Little Flo-Rida

Dances just like her daddy, doesn't she?

Throwback Thursday: Self-Humiliation and Innocent Victims

Warning: This might make certain family members of mine feel really old. Apparently, it's been almost 20 years since I was in Junior High School. It's kind of hard to believe I am a LOT closer to having a child in junior high then I am to being in junior high. I think I tend to still associate with not being "that far" away from school days when in reality I am so far into adulthood and away from school days it's not even funny. Many of you might be arguing right now that my mental age is still closer, and you'd probably be right.

So, without further ado, I give you Hixson Junior High School, class of 1989. It would appear from the condition of this yearbook, that sometime in the last 20 years I was either living underwater or had a major flood in my room/basement, etc. so please excuse the condition of these scanned photos. (Remember - you can click and see enlarged versions for maximum humiliation.)

P.S. Seems like PS's were big in 1989.
PPS. If you read this PPS, you're wasting your time. (Clever 8th grade humor, isn't it?)

Here it is, internet friends. You gotta love the rag top curly hair head - I think I might go back to that look. And, oh, how I loved that sweater...loved, loved, loved it. The black and white doesn't do the beautiful shade of burgundy justice. I thought it looked so good with my brown hair and eyes...


Now, for the innocent victims - current friends of mine that were also lucky enough to be in the 1989 Hixson yearbook. Isn't he too precious? Such youth, such innocence, and such a great bowl haircut...

And, finally, as I was scanning this page so I could point out the signed blue entry that reads,

"You r a great friend! And I want you to know that you're also one of my only normal ones so don't lose it on me"

(Mom and dad - this must make you super proud -or terrified- at the people I hung out with!) I noticed another innocent victim was included on this page. This must have been one of only a few years we went to school together (do you remember, Innocent Victim?), but click on the picture to enlarge and look closely - you'll see who my last victim is! See, you think you're safe, but you never know when you're going to appear in Throwback Thursday!


Other names and faces were blurred to protect the truly innocent and because I don't know if I can get in trouble for posting them and lord knows I don't need that in my life. My apologies to Jeremy, you made it as an innocent first boyfriend victim - but I'm also pretty sure you don't read this blog, at least let's hope not.

Welcome Miss Laura!

The Danish-American princess,
Laura Ione Windt-Lockett!

Born March 2nd, 5:20 a.m.
6 lbs 12 oz.
20.5 inches

Congrats Courtney and Thomas! So glad Miss Laura is here and hope all is going well getting settled!

Snow Day Update

It's days like today when you most appreciate having plenty of room
in your garage to keep your car snuggly warm and dry.

Happy Snowy Day friends!

Officially 11" here in Ballwin!

"Sno...sno"

I wanna watch that show Starsky... WARNING: Political views and opinions expressed as well as BAD language!

I'm not one to get super political here, but A-Le inspired me to dab my toes in the political blog-water. I wanted to post what I considered to be a super-HI-larious and intelligent skit on SNL two weeks ago by my favorite, funniest female super-woman, Tina Fey. I would have posted it earlier but NBC copyright sucks so bad (am I right Mark and tpd?), they keep pulling the clips from anywhere that posts them, so if this stops working, I apologize but as of today, I was able to find an embeddable (is that a word?) one.

I was so inspired by this little skit, I even made a t-shirt (imagine that) from it. While, I will be most happy to support either of these two democratic candidates, there is something about Mrs. Clinton that I like and admire. After all, bitches get stuff done.