Must be the sign of the moon or something

So, on Board I frequent, one of the posters posts a situation that has her befuddled. Child A had gotten angry with Child B and made a statement that I shan't type out because it was that nasty. Suffice to say it was enough to possibly scar Child B for life. She was trying to decide what to do with Child A, immediate execution being illegal, but her knee-jerk reaction. I kind of had to back her on that one.

SOOO glad the worst thing my "kids" can ever do is eat the contents of the litter box.

A Slipknot kinda gal

As in "People= Shit."

http://investigation.discovery.com/blogs/criminal-report/casey_anthony_full_coverage/caylee_anthony.html

What is WRONG with this chick? Every. Single. other woman who is a mother that I know would have been going batshit within ten minutes of their kid turning up missing. Probably more like ten SECONDS. Even Tagalong, who is not exactly in the running for the Good Housekeeping Mother of the Year, wouldn't react like this. Oh wait! Why worry when you know EXACTLY where your kid is, Miss Casey??!

She'll have a lovely time in the state pen, methinks.

TUESDAY

Caroline had the second ultrasound on Tuesday. They *think* it's a girl but they're not sure. So, looks like yellow and green party decorations for us. :P

MONDAY

Back to the salt mines. I had residents following me around as if glued to my hip. Don't know if they are beating them while I'm away or what? :P

A zoo full

We went to the Largetown Zoo today. As it was the last day of my vacation (back to the salt mines tomorrow AIIIEEEE NOOOO!) and Mr. Samoa and I hadn't gotten to do anything fun yet, off we went. We had a very nice time. We saw the manatees, which are my very very favorite (I have manatee merchandise out the wazoo from various visits) and the otters, which are Mr. Samoa's favorite. (I am partial to the otters as well. As one ott to be. ;) I think I'm going to be kind of sun-toasted tomorrow, but oh well.

Told Mom that Caroline is expecting a Carolinelet. Mom, to the collective shock, was thrilled. I didn't expect an explosion, but I thought perhaps an eyeroll and the odd snarky remark. That was a pleasant surprise!

The darnedest thing

Why is it, that every time I set foot in an eye doctor's office, I get treated like I am five years old?

This is a picture of me, here: http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a218/skycat_98/nyesig.jpg While I don't look my age IMO (30.5), I don't think I look like a teenybopper either. So why, oh why, did the following exchange take place?

I picked out my frames, the assistant chick had me go to the living room to show them off. Mom loved them, Dad was like, "I'm not the guy paying, so whatever," and I believe I woke Mr. Samoa up from dozing off. So I go back in, and she chirps, "How did they like them?" I advised her of all the above, and she looks worried and goes, "Oh, do you want them to come in and help you pick?" I'm like, "Ummm... no, I want these!" And I did procure them. But, I remain unclear on how a 30.5 year old married person needs PERMISSION for a specific set of frames! I mean, I am thinking Mr. Samoa would have been a bit perturbed had I picked $400 Gucci frames, our eye insurance being not so great; however, that's about as far as his concern goes! And even that, he was like, "Umm, we'll figure out a way for you to get whatever frames you want, even if they're spendy." (They weren't, for the record.) I just found the whole thing very odd. The eye doctor himself is the only one in three counties who can manage not to bugger up my prescription, so I trek over there still, but his techs are a little weird.

(We will not speak of the Wal-Mart Vision incident. Suffice it to say that my name isn't "Miss Zen", I will wear however much eye makeup I choose, and I don't want contacts!!! I have since learned that I was not alone in such unfortunate incidents there- guess you get what you pay for!)

Whee

Went to see Stacey yesterday. Her pain disorder is not getting any better but she is living with it as well as can be expected. I drew her another picture, as she requested in her last letter. What I want to know is, if they can fix Ted Kennedy's brain cancer, (a fairly useless individual, but I digress), why the HELL can't they fix what's wrong with her? Oh wait, I know. Because the Tedster is a rich, white, powerful man, and she's a girl in a wheelchair.

I really hate people.