February 20, 2009
February 18, 2009
Rant Follows
Parker: "Mom, how come we're not eating what Barack Obama tells us to eat?"
Me: "Huh?"
Parker: "How come we don't eat what he tells us to?"
Me: "Uh, like what exactly?"
Parker: "He's the President and we're supposed to eat what he tells us to."
Me: "Who told you that? This is America, the land of the free, we can eat--"
Parker: "And we don't wear what he tells us to wear."
Me: "Parker, where did you hear this?"
Parker: "He's the President and tells us what to do."
Me: "Honey, this is the United States and we can eat what we want and wear what we choose and no one tells us what to do."
Parker: "But he's the President and tells us what to do and we're supposed to do it."
Me: "The President doesn't tell us what to do. That's not his job."
Parker: "Then what does the President do?"
Me: "Uh...I have no idea."
So what do I tell Parker what the President does all day? I have no clue what he does, especially to put it in terms Park would understand. I don't understand it myself and I'm old.
So here's my rant: I don't trust a one of 'em in Washington. Jay told me that he was reading up on the stimulus package and Columbus is getting $1.5 mil to try and stop prostitution downtown and some other city got $900,000 for new doorbells. What?! So they're also taking my money from my wallet to give to idiots in Detroit and big banks and it's all supposed to stimulate me to part with what pennies are left? Give me a break! Since Detroit isn't making a product anyone wants, we should give them our money anyway 'cause they're so dumb? What happened to the $780 mil that went to banks but never got passed along to borrowers? Cities want a handout and Jay told me the porn industry wants a bailout. (I guess Americans are eliminating "luxury items" from their budget since so much of our money is going to the idiots.) Then there's the whole foreclosure thing. Yeah, I know it's sad that someone might lose their house, but why did they think they could buy a house bigger than they could afford? We'd sure like to move on up but we're realistic about what mortgage we can swing. Why do I have to let more idiots dip into my wallet, just because I've been trying to save and be honest and live within our means.
And the big mouths in Gubment claim they speak for average Americans, etc. I don't know if you got a call, but nobody asked MY opinion. Bull hockey!
Reminds me of a bit in the classic movie "Pure Country" which I'll clean up for y'all with sensitive ears:
Old Guy: "You know what the white stuff is on the top of chicken shiz?"
George Strait: "What?"
Old Guy: "Chicken shiz."
So the idiots are covered in "white stuff" and pretending it's not chicken shiz.
Me: "Huh?"
Parker: "How come we don't eat what he tells us to?"
Me: "Uh, like what exactly?"
Parker: "He's the President and we're supposed to eat what he tells us to."
Me: "Who told you that? This is America, the land of the free, we can eat--"
Parker: "And we don't wear what he tells us to wear."
Me: "Parker, where did you hear this?"
Parker: "He's the President and tells us what to do."
Me: "Honey, this is the United States and we can eat what we want and wear what we choose and no one tells us what to do."
Parker: "But he's the President and tells us what to do and we're supposed to do it."
Me: "The President doesn't tell us what to do. That's not his job."
Parker: "Then what does the President do?"
Me: "Uh...I have no idea."
So what do I tell Parker what the President does all day? I have no clue what he does, especially to put it in terms Park would understand. I don't understand it myself and I'm old.
So here's my rant: I don't trust a one of 'em in Washington. Jay told me that he was reading up on the stimulus package and Columbus is getting $1.5 mil to try and stop prostitution downtown and some other city got $900,000 for new doorbells. What?! So they're also taking my money from my wallet to give to idiots in Detroit and big banks and it's all supposed to stimulate me to part with what pennies are left? Give me a break! Since Detroit isn't making a product anyone wants, we should give them our money anyway 'cause they're so dumb? What happened to the $780 mil that went to banks but never got passed along to borrowers? Cities want a handout and Jay told me the porn industry wants a bailout. (I guess Americans are eliminating "luxury items" from their budget since so much of our money is going to the idiots.) Then there's the whole foreclosure thing. Yeah, I know it's sad that someone might lose their house, but why did they think they could buy a house bigger than they could afford? We'd sure like to move on up but we're realistic about what mortgage we can swing. Why do I have to let more idiots dip into my wallet, just because I've been trying to save and be honest and live within our means.
And the big mouths in Gubment claim they speak for average Americans, etc. I don't know if you got a call, but nobody asked MY opinion. Bull hockey!
Reminds me of a bit in the classic movie "Pure Country" which I'll clean up for y'all with sensitive ears:
Old Guy: "You know what the white stuff is on the top of chicken shiz?"
George Strait: "What?"
Old Guy: "Chicken shiz."
So the idiots are covered in "white stuff" and pretending it's not chicken shiz.
February 8, 2009
More Randoms
1. Spencer fussing and crying and I'm wasting time on the computer. "Merritt, get off the baby! Leave the baby alone! Why can't you stop bothering your brother?! Merr?"
"Mama? I'm upstairs." (Poor Merr, we always yell at her every time Spencer fusses, although she's usually the one bugging him.)
2. A few Fridays ago I'm watching Wife Swap and wondering, "Is 8:15 on a Friday night too early to go to sleep?" Anyway, the asinine families were horrible--a prissy, pansy British husband and his "world citizens" children living in San Fran and a middle American family that rode 4-wheelers, never ate vegetables and played paintball for exercise. Can't you get a college scholarship for paintball? So in the early intros, the British snob's wife, a certified hypnotherapist and health nut, said that she didn't spend too much time with their two kids. "I see them at breakfast and then usually at 5:30 or 6. It doesn't suit my personality to be with the kids a lot. When I spend too much time with them, they irritate me and I get cranky." Cranky?! She gets cranky when she's with her kids too much? They irritate her? Isn't that the definition of motherhood? Spending too much time with your offspring, being irritated and cranky yet still doing it? Heck, my kids irritate me even before I'm out of bed in the morning. Get real, sister, and go love on your annoying offspring. It's not all about you.
"Mama? I'm upstairs." (Poor Merr, we always yell at her every time Spencer fusses, although she's usually the one bugging him.)
2. A few Fridays ago I'm watching Wife Swap and wondering, "Is 8:15 on a Friday night too early to go to sleep?" Anyway, the asinine families were horrible--a prissy, pansy British husband and his "world citizens" children living in San Fran and a middle American family that rode 4-wheelers, never ate vegetables and played paintball for exercise. Can't you get a college scholarship for paintball? So in the early intros, the British snob's wife, a certified hypnotherapist and health nut, said that she didn't spend too much time with their two kids. "I see them at breakfast and then usually at 5:30 or 6. It doesn't suit my personality to be with the kids a lot. When I spend too much time with them, they irritate me and I get cranky." Cranky?! She gets cranky when she's with her kids too much? They irritate her? Isn't that the definition of motherhood? Spending too much time with your offspring, being irritated and cranky yet still doing it? Heck, my kids irritate me even before I'm out of bed in the morning. Get real, sister, and go love on your annoying offspring. It's not all about you.
Little Romeo
On Tuesday, Park, Spencer and I went to Taco Bell for lunch, sans Merritt. Spencer was in "a mood" which is rare for my cutie--screaming, fussing, wouldn't eat, wouldn't nurse, just MAD. So anyway, I'm trying to keep him quiet and order and there's Parker, finding a cute girl and becoming fast friends. Can't this boy be restrained? Can't the charm be turned off?
At our table, he's all "Mom, can we sit by them? Huh? I wanna sit by them. Where are they going to sit?" Spencer's screaming, bugging everyone during their refried beans and stuffed burritos and Parker's eyeing the cute brunette with big dimples. So she and her Grandma sit at a tall table by us, Parker scarfs down 1/2 a taco and then begs to sit near them. He sits at a tall table by theirs and she gets her Grandma to switch seats so she's right by Park with her back to his. CUTE! Grandma: "So that's why you wanted to switch, so you could flirt." Giggles, hair pulling and chatter about age (she's almost 6 too--3 weeks older!) ensue.
Unfortunately, their little romance ended quick with Spencer's continued tantrum. Plus, she was done with her taco. Sorry, Bud. I'm sure it's not the last flirtation ruined by a family member. Too bad you didn't get a phone number.
At our table, he's all "Mom, can we sit by them? Huh? I wanna sit by them. Where are they going to sit?" Spencer's screaming, bugging everyone during their refried beans and stuffed burritos and Parker's eyeing the cute brunette with big dimples. So she and her Grandma sit at a tall table by us, Parker scarfs down 1/2 a taco and then begs to sit near them. He sits at a tall table by theirs and she gets her Grandma to switch seats so she's right by Park with her back to his. CUTE! Grandma: "So that's why you wanted to switch, so you could flirt." Giggles, hair pulling and chatter about age (she's almost 6 too--3 weeks older!) ensue.
Unfortunately, their little romance ended quick with Spencer's continued tantrum. Plus, she was done with her taco. Sorry, Bud. I'm sure it's not the last flirtation ruined by a family member. Too bad you didn't get a phone number.
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