Poppy Mom

Friday miscellany

Lots of rambling little thoughts going through my head today.

1. Well, Arnold, it looks like you put on your ass-hat before you went to work today. I hope a big dog bites you.

2. Did anyone hear the interview between our president (*weep*) and a reporter for RTE, a television network in Ireland? You can read about it here, but it really needs to be heard to get the full cringe-worthy effect, un-spun effect. CNN and Air America Radio have been playing it. Oh boy. To hear this interview, it seems like our country is being led (if you can call it that) by a petulant 16-year-old boy who's pissed off because you won't let him borrow your bitchin' Camero.

3. I guess I'm feeling all political today because I watched Michael Moore's The Big One last night, along with his post-Cannes press conference about Fahrenheit 9/11. I'm so about-to-pop-out-of-my-skin excited about this movie. My goal is to get a baby-sitter and see it before it becomes an historical documentary, since I doubt if they'll be showing it at a Crybaby Matinee anytime soon.

Swirling around the less political portion of my brain:

3. Much thanks to Rev. Matt, Ms. Grits and my anonymous donor for their generous contributions to Project Blog. The contributions from these fine souls will help America's Second Harvest distribute 600 meals to people in need. 600 meals! How many people have you fed today?

4. Clara "Hulk Hogan" Jane had her 4-month check-up today. She's 24 inches long and 14.5 pounds. And strong. She bench-pressed her pediatrician. Granted, the doc iis pretty skinny, but still ... Hulk is progressing wonderfully and - joy of joys - we can start solid food ASAP! I am so excited about this. No jarred food for my child. Nope. I'm making her food. Don't get too impressed; it's not like it's hard to moosh a banana. We'll be starting with pears, peaches or plums tomorrow, depending on what looks good at Clayton Farmer's Market tomorrow morning.

And finally, odd thoughts I entertained, inspired by drivers I encountered today.

5. I have a message for the woman from Illinois who was driving her Pontiac south on 270, going 50 mph in the center lane while reading and making notes on a legal pad that she had propped on the steering wheel: you're not prepared for wherever it is you're going. You're not going to be prepared by the time you get there, no matter how slowly you drive and how much you scribble. But since you seem to be such an effecient multi-tasker, let's see if you can drive while reading, writing, and swerving to dodge the poopy diaper I'm about to throw at your windshield.

6. I get a bit cranky when I see old men with bumper stickers proclaiming their opinions on abortion. Doesn't matter which side of the issue. If you can sprout a uterus and grow a person in it, then I'll consider your opinion on how said uterus should be treated. Go on. I'm waiting.

7. A big tanker truck drove past me. On the side it said, "Beat on tanker only with rubber hammers." OK! That really sounded like fun, this beating on a big tanker with a rubber hammer. I got a little giggly thinking about it. I envisioned the hammer to be one of those squeaky rubber hammers. Then I pictured all of my goofy friends, lined up with brightly-colored squeaky hammers, beating on a tanker. And that thought made my day much brighter.

Posted by Robin at June 25, 2004 06:01 PM | TrackBack