I have been feeling the need to point out a few reasons why a person might take gender into consideration when choosing a candidate in this election. (Obviously similar reasoning would apply to race, but I am most effected by the gender issue, so that is where I am writing from.) Thank you for reading!
A Haiku about
finding that one person who
can represent you. 
Why would a woman
favor another woman?
Representation.
Women face issues
unique to women, shared
by other women.
Pregnancy alters
the path of women’s careers
and not that of men.
Big boobs and buttons
aren’t high clothing concerns
in a man’s routine.
Painting on faces
starting the day behind masks,
competing always.
Will this haircut or
these shoes make them take me much
less seriously?
Women are bitches
when voicing our opinions,
with strong confidence.
Women face issues
different from those men face.
Our own challenges.
I want a woman
because I am a woman.
She represents ME.
I want this woman,
Because she is the best AND
She represents ME.
I like her issues
I approve of her platform.
I want Hillary.
Snow floats cold and white
School's out this wintery day
Freedom shrieks outside.
Uncovered in play
A class of snowy angels
learns in my backyard.
Red noses and hands
cavort until they tingle
in the chilly white.
The house settles in
noise softened by snow's blanket
a cold sleepy day.
Tuck under a throw
coffee and breakfast in hand
quiet contentment.
Walking home alone
a step into adulthood
edging closer now.
Freedom plays music
across your baby features
fashioning them grown.
Every day steps
inconsequential and small
make you more mature. 
You get your own snacks,
You have friends I'll never meet
now you walk alone.
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Monkey started walking home alone this week, for the first time ever! It is really only one block to walk, but still marks such a step for her! She is growing so fast. I can't believe my baby is walking home on her own.
Valentine's day was good, Monkey made us a card, I made roast and apple pie, and Lee brought me a book of the world' 500 best trips, and told me I get to choose where we go next! I am so excited! Do I choose Greece? Spain? Alaska? Where to go!?!
It was a fun night, and now we are relaxing on our day off, home in our jammies and doing not a whole lot.
Some Haiku’s surrounding the issue of parenting...
Young ears hear nothing
from the mouths of their mothers
We speak in whispers.
Stay at home mother
full time work plus overtime
salary: kisses
Give me no diamonds
sticky handprints and kisses
are enough for me.
Whomever said song
soothes the savage breast of man
had no singing child.
No baby! Not that!
is the mantra of our days
as he learns to crawl.
“Digging in your heels”
Is a phrase inspired by
children and dachsunds.
A few poetic
offerings to stir the soul
from a sleepy mind....
This mug of coffee
on this wet winter morning,
warms more than my hands.
Dog rudely sniffs Cat,
in an embarrassing place,
Cat looks disgusted.
Things that could kill him,
bring unending gleeful joy
to the questing babe.
A small hand soothes me,
my daughter's gentle patting,
on my weary brow.
GO RED FOR HEART HEALTH!!
Help men and women you love
spread the word, save lives.
It would seem that technology has caught up with film making in an exciting way, the materials used by professionals in this industry and those used by amateurs are becoming increasingly similar, putting amateur film makers in the position, equipment and editing wise, of being just as able (or for those of us who are bitter about the second set of Star Wars films, even more able) to produce a block buster movie as Spielberg.
Here's a clip demonstrating how a World War II D-Day invasion was staged in a few days with four guys and video camera.
Look here on CT2 to read more.
Also, it's Haiku Friday again, so here goes my second attempt:
Warm, soft, fuzzy head
footy jams, gentle nuzzles
could I love you more?
Is it just me, or did Colbert go from goofy faux correspondent, to slightly less goofy faux O'Reilly, to a fox!
This is him on the Daily Show: 
He was doofy, he was goofy. He did not wear a power tie, he did not have a Kennedy Bouffant. He was the weird counterpart to sarcastically sexy Stuart.
This was him when his own show was announced: 
Look at that! POW! He pops, he raises an inquisitive brow! He has "it". (Oh, and he is wearing a power tie. What is it with the power tie? Why does it make me think bad things?)
Now, it could be his amazing sense of humor, and the speech he gave at the White House Press Correspondents Dinner, which was a powerful moment in my political history and made me love him. However, even without these things, I think he has managed to increase his sex appeal.
In the end, it doesn't matter, he had me at "Folks, the President needs a break. He's like a Black and Decker cordless Dirt Devil vacuum. If you don’t recharge his batteries, he can't suck."
It is also Haiku Friday! Here is my first attempt:
Winter brings a change
Hillary gains momentum
Metamorphosis
