I think I mentioned several times in the past month or so that I would update you on things. In my defense, each day that passes makes me one day older, and, (here’s the important part, folks) therefore that much more mentally impaired. In other words, I forget things. Lots and lots of things.
For example, last night I showed up to class and totally forgot to write up a research paper proposal. Which was due last night, by the way.
So yeah, I forgot to update you all on a few things. I don’t believe I told you how much I did not enjoy Sweeney Todd, nor did I mention how totally rockin’ my Tuscan Pot Roast turned out for that dinner party (my first pot roast ever and the fans, they went wild!), and I think I may even have left out the fact that I attended Andrew’s Non-Profit Fund Silent Auction on Saturday night and went through a whole gamut of emotions. First, I was hungry, but Andrew took care of that by having the whole event catered. I stuffed everything I laid eyes on into my maw and then some – I think I finally stopped when I realized that, no matter how many crumbs had fallen, tablecloths do not taste good.
There were sweet potato fries, macaroni and cheese, quesadillas (both chicken and veggie), tortilla chips and salsa/guac/sour cream, beef on a stick, chicken on a stick, roast beast sandwiches, focacia with plum tomatoes and mozzarella, chocolate chip cookies, some desert that looked like chocolate moose in a chocolate cup topped with chocolate and more chocolate…
Needless to say, I finally quenched the hunger demons and was able to more rationally review the items up for auction. And while I would have really loved that round of low stakes poker with Professor So-and-So, or that dinner out with the Dean, I had my heart set on that “Date with Andrew McLaughlin.” So I gathered my ones and my pom-poms and prepared myself to scream like a twenty-one year old virgin at her first sighting of the Beatles.
Have I hyped the event enough? Because it was awesomeness personified. Until the emcees ran over on time and the staff at the Clarendon Ballroom threatened to turn off the mic. What that meant for me is that the “Property of Andrew McLovin” tattoo I had inked on my ass that afternoon would never see the light of day because they skipped four live auction items in favor of auctioning off the real crowd pleaser: an African safari. My hopes and my dreams at that moment can be described in a word: crushed.
So my deflated pom-poms and I gave Andrew a big hug, expressed our sympathy for Andrew not being able to glory in the adulation of all those MBA women fighting over his hot business school bod, and dragged our feet to the door.
As an aside, Andrew is now the proud owner of a night of low-stakes poker with Professor So-and-So and seven of his closest friends. For the low-low price of $900. So if you live in the DC Metropolitan area, have an interest in poker, and have an extra $100 to help a young Irishman out, Andrew is more than happy to hear from you.
This weekend wasn’t only about undressing Andrew in my mind, though. I also hosted a pre-Valentine’s Day celebration with the girls. We had candy, Pirate’s Booty, tofu and hearts of palm salad, scones, tea, brownies, cheese and crackers, soda, tortilla chips and salsa…and most importantly, Colin Firth. Yes, for five hours, we soaked in all the Pride and Prejudice five women can be expected to endure. There were highs, there were lows, and I don’t believe I can ever convince Marilyn to watch that movie again. It was pretty awesome.
There were also three days lost to balancing Anthony’s checkbook and preparing our tax documents for the accountant. I don’t even want to talk about it so let’s not go there, ‘kay?
I really want to say that it was the most extraordinary weekend I’ve ever had, and while I was ever so happy to see so many familiar faces, it really ruined me academically and I am spending another frenetic week just barely scraping by in class. So, in the spirit of some of Jane Austen’s most classic heroines, I resolve to be less frivolous, more hard-working, and a lot less spontaneous. This next weekend will entirely be devoted to school (What was that I heard? I believe it sounded like a dying rabbit, but it almost reminded me of Anthony railing at the heavens…)
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
The adult version of Madlibs
I AM.
I WANT so much out of life, including a house with a yard and a kitchen in which both Anthony and I can cook – at the same time, a career I love, an income with which I can support my family, and enough cash to travel the world in style.
I WISH I had a miniature pig to cuddle.
I HATE DC cabbies. Only DC cabbies. What the hell is their problem?
I MISS my family and friends – why can’t we all live in the same town/city?
I FEAR dying before I figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
I HEAR voices in my head telling me to avoid my homework.
I WONDER if every time a bell rings, an angel really gets his wings.
I REGRET former acts of rashness and anger.
I DANCE when no one is looking.
I SING for myself, but much less than I used to.
I CRY during commercials, movies – I’m welling up even now.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS scrapbooks, when I get the time (5 years behind and counting, my friends).
I WRITE to let people know I care and that I’m still here, livin’.
I CONFUSE some people all of the time and all people some of the time.
I NEED more time…to spend with Anthony (and Grace and Pookie), to write, to scrapbook, to see my friends, to read for class....
I SHOULD call people more often – at least as often as I think of them.
I START nothing that I do not finish.
I FINISH people’s sentences when they take too long to catch their breath.
I'M GLAD da’ Momma gets it. She so does.
Yoinked from Musicguy.
I WANT so much out of life, including a house with a yard and a kitchen in which both Anthony and I can cook – at the same time, a career I love, an income with which I can support my family, and enough cash to travel the world in style.
I WISH I had a miniature pig to cuddle.
I HATE DC cabbies. Only DC cabbies. What the hell is their problem?
I MISS my family and friends – why can’t we all live in the same town/city?
I FEAR dying before I figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
I HEAR voices in my head telling me to avoid my homework.
I WONDER if every time a bell rings, an angel really gets his wings.
I REGRET former acts of rashness and anger.
I DANCE when no one is looking.
I SING for myself, but much less than I used to.
I CRY during commercials, movies – I’m welling up even now.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS scrapbooks, when I get the time (5 years behind and counting, my friends).
I WRITE to let people know I care and that I’m still here, livin’.
I CONFUSE some people all of the time and all people some of the time.
I NEED more time…to spend with Anthony (and Grace and Pookie), to write, to scrapbook, to see my friends, to read for class....
I SHOULD call people more often – at least as often as I think of them.
I START nothing that I do not finish.
I FINISH people’s sentences when they take too long to catch their breath.
I'M GLAD da’ Momma gets it. She so does.
Yoinked from Musicguy.
Friday, February 01, 2008
Graduate school for dummies
I started back at school on the 23rd and am now missing my six-week winter break like deserts miss the rain. Sure, I spent most of that time piecing together the most beautiful (read: looks like a six-year-old completed it – in crayon) fellowship application ever, which really means that I spent six weeks agonizing over the essays, the reference letters, and the biographical data, slowly working my blood pressure up to a boiling point. Oh yeah, and that ulcer I’m working on, it’s coming out GREAT.
I have three classes this semester, which should really help my stress levels. I’m at work from M-F, 6:30AM-3:30PM, and then I have classes on Mondays (Ethics), Wednesdays (Program Evaluation) and Thursdays (Intro to Public Admin) until 10PM. My professors this semester seem to have no indication that people actually work outside of the classroom, so they have each assigned a year’s worth of reading for each day of class. I have been reading like crazy and still haven’t caught up – and it’s only the second week of class!
Let me give you an example, so you know that it’s not just me, whining, moaning, and generally complaining my way through the week. For my Intro to Public Administration class last night, I was supposed to read about eight different academic “essays” (which we all know means that each one is twenty to thirty pages long), along with the first chapter in our case studies book. Let’s be generous and guesstimate that I only had to read 200 pages of text. This is on top of the estimated 200 pages of text that I had for each of the other two classes, which somehow must be fit into my Tuesday or Friday evening or the weekend, and must jockey for position with feeding and walking the kids, cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, banking…you get the idea. And then Anthony wonders why I am so crazy during the semester. Maybe, sir, it’s because you left your dirty socks on the couch again, which you know gets my undies all in a tizzy. Grumble, grumble.
For a moment there, I thought I was developing an ally in Anthony. After New Year’s, he began his six months of Spanish language training. He spends five hours each day attempting to speak a foreign language and then has to spend a whopping twenty minutes at home completing workbook assignments. After about ten and a half seconds, he develops a headache, announces his need for a break, and then runs to the fridge to grab a beer. He proclaims his misery for at least a half hour to an hour each day and then starts the process all over again in the morning. I thought that because of these experiences, he would be more understanding of my plight.
Not so. He seems to think every night is a good night to participate in happy hour, or go to a movie, or just slack off in general – as if he just forgot that I attend graduate school and am a slave to the man. It’s almost as if he is enjoying the look of pain on my face as he dangles yet another tantalizing idea for playing hookey in front of my eyes (come on, let’s face it – even scrubbing the toilet with my toothbrush and then brushing my teeth with it is a more tantalizing idea than reading yet another public administration textbook).
Yet there is good news to counter the fact that Anthony keeps forgetting that I’m in graduate school (and ergo have no life). Earlier this week, I received a letter from the Director of my program, inviting me to join my program’s honor society, Pi Alpha Alpha. So at least my hard work is paying off in that arena – I will be inducted in April! Can I get a woot-woot?
In other news, Anthony and I are hosting a dinner party this weekend with six of our closest friends. It’ll be a collection of Jews and vegetarians so the dinner menu will be limited, but I think I’ve come up with a good compromise. I’ll try to get online again sometime and tell you how everything turns out. But no promises.
I’m also supposed to attend an MPA happy hour tonight, but I’m not sure I’ll make it. After a full week of reading til late, attending class til late, and stressing out over both, I may want to get some grocery shopping done this evening and then get started on my homework instead of kicking back with a beer and twelve of my classmates. Anyway, my friend who organizes these events just came down with a wicked cold and may not be a) there, or b) a whole lot of fun to hang out with.
We’ll see.
I have three classes this semester, which should really help my stress levels. I’m at work from M-F, 6:30AM-3:30PM, and then I have classes on Mondays (Ethics), Wednesdays (Program Evaluation) and Thursdays (Intro to Public Admin) until 10PM. My professors this semester seem to have no indication that people actually work outside of the classroom, so they have each assigned a year’s worth of reading for each day of class. I have been reading like crazy and still haven’t caught up – and it’s only the second week of class!
Let me give you an example, so you know that it’s not just me, whining, moaning, and generally complaining my way through the week. For my Intro to Public Administration class last night, I was supposed to read about eight different academic “essays” (which we all know means that each one is twenty to thirty pages long), along with the first chapter in our case studies book. Let’s be generous and guesstimate that I only had to read 200 pages of text. This is on top of the estimated 200 pages of text that I had for each of the other two classes, which somehow must be fit into my Tuesday or Friday evening or the weekend, and must jockey for position with feeding and walking the kids, cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, banking…you get the idea. And then Anthony wonders why I am so crazy during the semester. Maybe, sir, it’s because you left your dirty socks on the couch again, which you know gets my undies all in a tizzy. Grumble, grumble.
For a moment there, I thought I was developing an ally in Anthony. After New Year’s, he began his six months of Spanish language training. He spends five hours each day attempting to speak a foreign language and then has to spend a whopping twenty minutes at home completing workbook assignments. After about ten and a half seconds, he develops a headache, announces his need for a break, and then runs to the fridge to grab a beer. He proclaims his misery for at least a half hour to an hour each day and then starts the process all over again in the morning. I thought that because of these experiences, he would be more understanding of my plight.
Not so. He seems to think every night is a good night to participate in happy hour, or go to a movie, or just slack off in general – as if he just forgot that I attend graduate school and am a slave to the man. It’s almost as if he is enjoying the look of pain on my face as he dangles yet another tantalizing idea for playing hookey in front of my eyes (come on, let’s face it – even scrubbing the toilet with my toothbrush and then brushing my teeth with it is a more tantalizing idea than reading yet another public administration textbook).
Yet there is good news to counter the fact that Anthony keeps forgetting that I’m in graduate school (and ergo have no life). Earlier this week, I received a letter from the Director of my program, inviting me to join my program’s honor society, Pi Alpha Alpha. So at least my hard work is paying off in that arena – I will be inducted in April! Can I get a woot-woot?
In other news, Anthony and I are hosting a dinner party this weekend with six of our closest friends. It’ll be a collection of Jews and vegetarians so the dinner menu will be limited, but I think I’ve come up with a good compromise. I’ll try to get online again sometime and tell you how everything turns out. But no promises.
I’m also supposed to attend an MPA happy hour tonight, but I’m not sure I’ll make it. After a full week of reading til late, attending class til late, and stressing out over both, I may want to get some grocery shopping done this evening and then get started on my homework instead of kicking back with a beer and twelve of my classmates. Anyway, my friend who organizes these events just came down with a wicked cold and may not be a) there, or b) a whole lot of fun to hang out with.
We’ll see.
Two days later...
I actually yoinked this from Erin a few days ago and am just now getting around to posting it. Clearly, this whole "class" thing is really getting in the way of my fun.
1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Technically, my mom got the name from a female character on one of her soap operas and thought it was cool. My middle name is my grandmother's fourth husband's last name, or, to make it more readily understandable, the last name of the man I always considered my grandfather.
2.WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Watching the Iron Giant with Anthony on Saturday night. I'm a sucker for a good Hallmark moment.
3.DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Sometimes. But it's nothing like my mom's, which is brilliant.
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Bologna. With all that fatty goodness. Tastes best fried.
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Two: Grace and Pookie. Well, three, if you allow me to count Anthony.
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Sure, why not?
7.DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Is the sky blue?
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yuppers.
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Abso-freakin'-lutely.
10.WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? We mostly get Kashi cereals now or maybe Raisin Bran or Frosted MiniWheats, but I could slay me some Reese's Peanutbutter Puffs anytime.
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Despite the majority of my shoes not having laces, yes, I do.
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Probably a little more-so than average for a female in my age group. I could definitely whip some twelve-year-old boy's tush, though.
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Ben and Jerry's. Mmmmmmm, so creamy delicious.
14.WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Their eyes and the rest of their face.
15. RED OR PINK? Red!
16.WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? I'm so damn uptight – about everything! When the day doesn't go as I planned – down to the smallest detail – my cogs and wheels sproing and I am unconscionably angry.
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My mom. Shortly thereafter are my girlfriends from Penn…
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? No.
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Pants: chocolate brown with cream pinstripes. Shoes: Camel Aerosole knee-high boots.
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? My daily morning dose of oatmeal with raisins.
21. WHAT ARE YOU listening to RIGHT NOW? My coworker talking to my boss.
22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Orange.
23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Dryer vents, chlorinated pools, Anthony's cologne, Grace's "lavenderangel" scent (i.e. when she gets a bath), Pookie's nasty little kittybreath, that crisp scent before it snows, Spring rains, lavender,anything baking (brownies, apples, cookies, cakes, whatever – I don'tlike to eat them so much, but smell them, YES!)…
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Anthony.
25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? I yoinked it from Erin so it wasn't actually sent to me, but yes, I like her.
26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? American Gladiator, or maybe Ninja Warrior. (But to be fair, I hardly watch anything on t.v.– I'm more of a cinephile)
27. HAIR COLOR? Brown, brown, and more brown.
28. EYE COLOR? Brown.
29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No need when you have 20/20.
30 FAVORITE FOOD? Potatoes in any shape, size, or form. (Something about being Irish…)
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy endings. I don't watch scary movies (although Anthony didsomehow manage to wrangle me into seeing Rob Zombie's House of 1000Corpses – grrr!).
32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Love Me or Leave Me with James Cagney and Doris Day – I highly recommend it.
33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Tan, with chocolate stitching at the hem and cuffs.
34. SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter. I am not a fan of the summer months – something about the humidity.
35. HUGS OR KISSES? Big fat, cuddly hugs.
36. FAVORITE DESSERT? I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!
37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? No one.
38. Least likely to respond? Everyone.
39.WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Other than a really bland collection of Public Administration andEthics textbooks, I am also wading through Madame Secretary byMadeline Albright, How the Scots Invented the Modern World by ArthurHerman, and Lonely Planet's guide to Peru.
40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? I don't have a mouse pad – at work, I have a wireless mouse and athome I have a laptop with a touchpad.
41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? The news.
42. FAVORITE SOUND? Grace's snoring, waterfalls, the crackle of wood fires, silence,Anthony's laughter, my mom's voice reassuring me that I'm not entirelycrazy (the crazy, it runs in the family)…
43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles.
44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Egypt. But I'm shooting for Nepal some day.
45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I don't know how special it is, but I'm particularly good at organizing things.
46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?Worcester Memorial Hospital in MA.
47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? Meh.
1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Technically, my mom got the name from a female character on one of her soap operas and thought it was cool. My middle name is my grandmother's fourth husband's last name, or, to make it more readily understandable, the last name of the man I always considered my grandfather.
2.WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Watching the Iron Giant with Anthony on Saturday night. I'm a sucker for a good Hallmark moment.
3.DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Sometimes. But it's nothing like my mom's, which is brilliant.
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Bologna. With all that fatty goodness. Tastes best fried.
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Two: Grace and Pookie. Well, three, if you allow me to count Anthony.
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Sure, why not?
7.DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Is the sky blue?
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yuppers.
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Abso-freakin'-lutely.
10.WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? We mostly get Kashi cereals now or maybe Raisin Bran or Frosted MiniWheats, but I could slay me some Reese's Peanutbutter Puffs anytime.
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Despite the majority of my shoes not having laces, yes, I do.
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Probably a little more-so than average for a female in my age group. I could definitely whip some twelve-year-old boy's tush, though.
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Ben and Jerry's. Mmmmmmm, so creamy delicious.
14.WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Their eyes and the rest of their face.
15. RED OR PINK? Red!
16.WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? I'm so damn uptight – about everything! When the day doesn't go as I planned – down to the smallest detail – my cogs and wheels sproing and I am unconscionably angry.
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My mom. Shortly thereafter are my girlfriends from Penn…
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? No.
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Pants: chocolate brown with cream pinstripes. Shoes: Camel Aerosole knee-high boots.
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? My daily morning dose of oatmeal with raisins.
21. WHAT ARE YOU listening to RIGHT NOW? My coworker talking to my boss.
22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Orange.
23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Dryer vents, chlorinated pools, Anthony's cologne, Grace's "lavenderangel" scent (i.e. when she gets a bath), Pookie's nasty little kittybreath, that crisp scent before it snows, Spring rains, lavender,anything baking (brownies, apples, cookies, cakes, whatever – I don'tlike to eat them so much, but smell them, YES!)…
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Anthony.
25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? I yoinked it from Erin so it wasn't actually sent to me, but yes, I like her.
26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? American Gladiator, or maybe Ninja Warrior. (But to be fair, I hardly watch anything on t.v.– I'm more of a cinephile)
27. HAIR COLOR? Brown, brown, and more brown.
28. EYE COLOR? Brown.
29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No need when you have 20/20.
30 FAVORITE FOOD? Potatoes in any shape, size, or form. (Something about being Irish…)
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy endings. I don't watch scary movies (although Anthony didsomehow manage to wrangle me into seeing Rob Zombie's House of 1000Corpses – grrr!).
32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Love Me or Leave Me with James Cagney and Doris Day – I highly recommend it.
33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Tan, with chocolate stitching at the hem and cuffs.
34. SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter. I am not a fan of the summer months – something about the humidity.
35. HUGS OR KISSES? Big fat, cuddly hugs.
36. FAVORITE DESSERT? I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!
37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? No one.
38. Least likely to respond? Everyone.
39.WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Other than a really bland collection of Public Administration andEthics textbooks, I am also wading through Madame Secretary byMadeline Albright, How the Scots Invented the Modern World by ArthurHerman, and Lonely Planet's guide to Peru.
40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? I don't have a mouse pad – at work, I have a wireless mouse and athome I have a laptop with a touchpad.
41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? The news.
42. FAVORITE SOUND? Grace's snoring, waterfalls, the crackle of wood fires, silence,Anthony's laughter, my mom's voice reassuring me that I'm not entirelycrazy (the crazy, it runs in the family)…
43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles.
44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Egypt. But I'm shooting for Nepal some day.
45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I don't know how special it is, but I'm particularly good at organizing things.
46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?Worcester Memorial Hospital in MA.
47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? Meh.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Friday, January 04, 2008
Apparently I'm a Democrat
Eric will be so proud.
Although I have to say, this poll is behind the times: Dodd and Biden dropped out of the race already.
82% Hillary Clinton
82% Barack Obama
79% Bill Richardson
78% John Edwards
77% Chris Dodd
70% Joe Biden
64% Dennis Kucinich
63% Mike Gravel
60% Rudy Giuliani
56% John McCain
47% Mitt Romney
43% Mike Huckabee
34% Fred Thompson
30% Tom Tancredo
14% Ron Paul
2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz
Although I have to say, this poll is behind the times: Dodd and Biden dropped out of the race already.
82% Hillary Clinton
82% Barack Obama
79% Bill Richardson
78% John Edwards
77% Chris Dodd
70% Joe Biden
64% Dennis Kucinich
63% Mike Gravel
60% Rudy Giuliani
56% John McCain
47% Mitt Romney
43% Mike Huckabee
34% Fred Thompson
30% Tom Tancredo
14% Ron Paul
2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz
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