We the People

While waiting at the at traffic light on Ulmerton Road and Seminole Blvd, the driver next to us flicked a lit cigarette out the window, and at that moment I was sooo glad we didn't have a leaky gas tank, or that the legions of lawn-mowing crews that pass through this intersection daily hadn't stopped ahead of us moments earlier with gas dripping out of their weed eaters.

That she was driving a Toyota Prius Hybrid makes me wonder about the irony there.  Shouldn't all hybrid drivers be non smokers? Or are they just saving the gas money to buy cigarettes?

Department of great mommies done gone insane:

I was awful busy Sunday afternoon lying around on the couch, head propped up on a pillow against Rick's giant square shoulders, a bouncing baby on my stomach.  I must say they're a lot of fun at that age.  Expensive, however. You shouldn't get one of these toys unless you can afford them, what with gas being more expensive than diapers and the cost of gas to go buy the diapers also costs about what our first mtg. payment was back in '83!

Oblivious to our national problems, the said baby was quite busy in her resolve to Stand Up and BOUNCE!   And Bounce Again!   Yes!!  We thought this was great fun, her and I, so I'd hold her upright so her feet could move around my stomach in little two- inch sections,  and she would grunt little "ha! ha! ha!" noises at me.  All of five months, she can do quite amazing things in her quest to learn to stand and walk on her own leglets.

  And then all of a sudden without any warning she upchucked a volume of leftover Similac with such a force that I screamed  "OH SHIT!"  without even thinking about it and grabbed her receiving blanket to wipe it all up, so glad that we have leather couches, whoa. 

In the process of cleaning it up I didn't realize the impact of what I had said till I glanced at her face and realized she had become entirely still, her gaze fixated on me, and it was her eyes that gave me pause, for those eyes were wide and round and stunned....  with delight, wouldn't you know, a huge grin plastered across that little angelic face.    She was smiling so broadly at my outburst. 

What age do babies learn to talk?  I hope she doesn't remember this one, 'cause that look on her face was total joy and I don't know if she's sayin any other words yet.

ack.

Back to the weather. Spring arrived this morning in it's own miserable, weathered way, with grey skies, wind and rain.  bah.  No photos for you, unless the sun cometh.

Over at Lollygaggin,  Pam once again pointed out how our government  is operating with its finest efficiency.
By now most of you have heard all about the Economic Stimulus checks that should be arriving any month now.   And doubtless, most of you have received the joyful news from the IRS that they're going to send us a check as soon as we get off our butts and file that 2007 return, for which Rick keeps glaring at me and impatiently asking me if I've done it YET.  As if spring wasn't here and luring me out to work in the yard instead.   Oh wait, it's not... 

At the bottom of the letter, it states that  "...individuals receiving payments will receive a notice and additional information shortly before the payment is made."

As Pam says,

"We get a letter...to tell us a letter is coming...to tell us a check is coming.

Ka-CHING! Ka-CHING! Ka-CHING!

Jeezus H. Keerist.

Each and every one of those hundred and thirty million households prolly coulda got twice the amount they're gonna get if the damned IRS didn't have to kill eleventy million trees.

But, nooooooooo. We get letters. To tell us more letters are coming. To tell us a check is coming."

Yes folks, with efficiency like this,  no wonder our babies can't afford gas, housing and insurance!

Comments

[Seamus]

Not only are the bureaucraps not going to curb the junk mail that fills our mailboxes, but they have to add to the pile!

Oh! Nothing like projectile vomiting to get your attention - good thing it was only Similac!

[Linda]

the only thing worse than a cigarette being tossed out of a car is when it ends up in your car. That's happened to me, not once, but TWICE...on the HIGHWAY. Imagine driving at 65+ MPH, minding your own business with your 4-65 AC crankin' (for those that don't understand: 4 windows down, drivin' 65 MPH for the cooling effect!)...and the idiot in front of you lobs his flaming butt (pun totally intended here!) out the window. Before you can react, it has been sucked in by sheer force...and YOU have to pull over, going 65-0 in less than 2 seconds flat - withOUT causing an accident, to dig out someone's nasty soggy-lipped filter and burning tip which is smoldering SOMEWHERE in your car....ick.

Almost as icky as baby vomit on you!

[Nils]

I love hearing the stories of you and your grandbaby! You're adorable!

Have a lovely Easter ;) ;)

[Janet]

hahaha, hahaha, and jesus!

[MrsDoF]

No....Wait a minute. Did Nils say Grandbaby?
You have a daughter in college and another in high school, right?
Did I miss something in the Archives?

I do remember baby puke. My first son earned master status in that activity.

Lit cigarette out the window = dumb

[Deana]

I just knew you were going to say the baby just kicked you right in the stomach and you threw up. Some of those baby kicks can be tough...or head butts. I remember those well! lol. Love this post, too true and too funny! Have a nice Easter break.

[Laura]

Mrs. DoF, No, I don't have a grandbaby. She is the daughter of Samantha's boyfriend.

Linda, that's just one more reason I can't stand flaming buttheads! Good thing you didn't have an accident, too.

[Old Horsetail Snake]

But they CAN learn new words, right?

[MrsDoF]

Whew, the green tinge of jealousy was about to raise up and clobber me.
When folks ask if I have any grans yet, I tell 'em that all my sons are still getting educated to be able to support some.

I'm like you, so I borrow one now and then.

[Laura]

LOL Mrs.DoF. That's the best way! Cheaper, too. ;)

Hoss, well Shoot, sure they can... ;)