Show of hands, who hated the dresses?

Our New First Lady, Michelle Obama

I'm sure most of you talked about her choices of dresses. I know I did. Last night at work everyone was up in arms because the dresses weren't awesome. Mrs. Obama always dresses so fashionable and with the exception of the dress she wore for the inaguration, hands down, everyone hated them.

But my question is, why should we care what she wears? She's so much more than her dresses. Here is what she has already accomplished in her professional life

Michelle's impressive resume includes: Former associate dean at the University of Chicago; a member of six boards of directors including the prestigious Chicago Council on Global Affairs, the University of Chicago Laboratory Schools and Tree House Foods; and Vice President, Community and External Affairs at the University of Chicago Hospitals. In this position she was responsible for all programs and initiatives that involve the relationships between the hospitals and the community as well as management of the hospitals' business diversity program.

In any interview I've heard her say, "first and foremost I am am a mother."

I hope she gets more press for what she has done and what she will do rather than what is she wearing. I just don't think she's shallow and we as a country shouldn't be either.

It reminds me of when Kay Bailey Hutchinson was elected Senator from Texas. The Headline in the Austin (yes the capital paper) said, "UT Cheerleader wins Senate"

It did not list all of her many accomplishments, just the one she got from a popularity vote as Cheerleader for UT, when she was 20.

Have we really come a long way Baby?

Another name for her could be Cybil

Here she is crying.

I asked her and Quentin to pick up the manure.

And yes it's manure, with a dog the size of Sammi Jo (bless her thyroid challenged heart)

it's not merely dog poo, but manure.

You'd think she was crying because she had to clean up after Sammi.

But no, she was crying, no not just crying, SCREAMING and CRYING because

Quentin picked it all up quicker than she could get her shoes on and get outside.

He didn't leave her any poop to clean up.

Mean big brother

Nothing like a good case of sibling rivalry to get the dirty jobs done lickety split.