He's off the market

Do you want me to kick Judith Miller's ass? Cuz I will!

Happy Valentine's Day, P-Man!

So I'm watching Frontline last night, and I totally wanted to reach in my TV and pull Miller's scrawny ass out and stomp on her chicken neck. To see her all Ms. Champion of the 1st amendment and "look at me, I went to jail to protect my sources and that mean guy Pat Fitzgerald locked my ugly ass up," made me want to throw up in my mouth. The reality was she was a terrible reporter that a bunch of other terrible reporters followed, completely DRUNK on access and power (usually served on the rocks in DC) and you called her on it.

You rock.

Does this worm really think he can outsmart my man?

I know I'm putting an ENORMOUS amount of pressure on Patrick Fitzgerald. Whether or not I can continue to believe in this thing called "public service" rests squarely on his shoulders.

He's going to do it. And poor Libby, he's going to look just awful in orange.

The best coffee in Chicago is in my neighborhood!

When you're fighting for truth, justice, and the American way like you are, you could get hurt. I got your back, Pat. There's an apartment in Pilsen just a blue line ride away from the Dirksen building where you can hide out.

I'll leave the lights on.

Pat, will you go see the Komodo Dragon at the Shedd with me?

Pat, meet me at the Block Party!

Pat, you're a single Irish Catholic living in Chicago so you absolutely HAVE to go to Old St. Pat's block party on Friday.

If you're working late meet me across the street at Dugan's. I'll be the girl hanging out with the crazy redhead and talking to the white-haired homicide detectives. You know, the ones who look like highschool math teachers.

See you then!

Back off sister?

Looks like I've got some competition.

Lady, whoever you are, you've challenged me to become the best Patrick Fitzgerald Lover ever. Now, it seems like you know more about him. But give me time. . .

Here's what she had to say:

"Back off sister- Once I saw his smile at that October, 2005 news conference, I was in love. Anyway, my name is Fitzgerald and I'd never have to change "our" lovely name.I like them tall. We could scuba and snorkel together- visit the relatives in Ireland. I could take him to a pick-up Rugby game in Griffith Park. His hair is fine as it is, though I'd love to see him in a pin-stripped suit and some summer shorts. I'll play with his God-kids, make him expresso shots at my place, go to Mass with him, drink dark Irish beers, have him show me New York City. And, I don't want to change a darn thing about him. He's dreamy and so wonderfully normal."

Maybe we can share him? You can do the boring stuff--like go to Mass, the rugby games, and definitely playing with his God children. I'll handle the dark Irish beer drinking (and any other beer drinking for that matter), Ireland, New York, and games of strip Trivial Pursuit.

I added the last one. And nice taste in men, btw.