Actress, Writer, First Female President

This was my¬†answer that’s printed in my 4th grade yearbook to the question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

(Well, 2 out of 3…)

Speaking of Hillary Clinton though, earlier this year I unearthed¬†this 1996 cartoon in some elementary-school treasures my mom kept for me. (The junk-to-treasure ratio is unbalanced, for sure, but it’s hard to complain when there’s¬†a find like this at the bottom of the stack.)

I love it for a couple of reasons. First, my feminist leanings were showing, even then. (Though I “campaigned” for Dole/Kemp that year and thought I liked Rush Limbaugh, I’ve always been a little feminazi, to use one of RL’s imaginative¬†terms of non-endearment.)

But also, guys, it’s actually¬†funny. I was only 12 in April of 1996, but damn. I was a clever little dweeb. (And I knew it, too…I recall with a cringe. Remember when Liz Lemon goes home for her high school reunion, and she discovers that¬†she was actually the mean girl to all the popular girls and not the other way around? I was probably the worst. But so were they. All 12-year-olds are the worst. Fact.)

And finally, Garfield. What a lovable little curmudgeon. I love how much I loved Garfield. I still do. He taught me a lot about jokes. And the value of naps.

I hope you read the whole thing and enjoy it, but if not, I transcribed the final 3 frames:

Oprah: Now welcome our present first lady, Hillary Clinton!
*applause* Mrs. Clinton, what are your issues?

Hillary: Childcare.

Oprah: Oh, nice.

Hillary: And don’t forget cat care. Those cute things.

Garfield: That is one smart woman! Makes me proud to be an American.

Hillary: And a 100% increase in lasagna.

Oprah: Great idea, Hillary.

Garfield: Well, these women sure are smart cookies… That reminds me…

(just. c’mon.)


Follow your heart and mind on Tuesday, of course. But think about it: a 100% increase in lasagna could do us all some good.



A is for Addams (and adulthood via

Halloween is just behind us, (turn around, yup. There it is!) and so I still have spooky things on my mind. (And in my house. I just love pumpkins and orange-&-black so much, my Halloween items transition nicely to Thanksgiving decor.)

So, with that in mind, to kick off the Alphablog Experiment:

A is for Addams

Not John Adams, or the one who went with Eve, but Charles Addams, of *click click* The Addams Family.¬†And not the movie, or the classic TV show even, but the way-back, original New Yorker cartoons version. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Well…

Here are just a few favorites:

I found the book Addams & Evil via interlibrary loan a few years ago after some Google image searching for Halloween desktop pictures. (This was during one of my Productive Periods.) This 1940s collection was my introduction to Charles Addams and his delightfully eerie (or is it eerily delightful?) cartoons from the New Yorker. Before this, I never knew that The Addams Family was much more than Christina Ricci, Cousin It, etc.

What I love about the cartoons is something that I never really connected with in the film versions: the cleverness and heart blended with the creepiness and grotesque. It made my little Halloween-loving heart glad. And it made my regular heart glad to have found something so wonderful all by myself. Like, there’s so much out there to discover!, one of the better emotions I know.

This October I decided to pop on Amazon and see just how much A&E would set me back. (Turns out, it wasn’t much.) So I ordered a copy of my very own. And silly as it sounds, I felt a rare thrill of tangible adulthoodness as I pulled the well-preserved copy out of its well-packed envelope. Here was this object I’d borrowed from some faraway library in a faraway time, and remembered fondly ever since, and now this object is MINE.

just a typical tuesday at sj's house

So there you have it, readers. Day 1. A: Addams, adulthood, amazon.

Bonus feature:

This old-school CBS Sunday clip will tell you more (and show off some super sweet 90s Bill Geist antics. A is for antics):