One Mouthy Broad

Okay. I will freely admit that I can be a completely insensitive bitch, but I really, really think that the hypersensitivity over peanut allergies is completely overblown hysteria and it's really starting to piss me off.

( Watch Pris lose her temper and totally overreact under the cut. )

Given the fact that it's highly probable that two of the three US automakers may be filing for bankruptcy in the next year, Tom and I figured that we should go to the North American Auto Show while it's still in Detroit.

( Cut for large photodump of very shiny cars. +40 photos behind the cut. )

... I've decided to totally ignore it for awhile and post some pictures of the Michigan Renaissance Festival that my family and I went to this weekend.

( Cut for large photo dump of nerds in costumes. )

I think this picture of my daughter sums up my feelings on the current presidential candidates and the press that insists on covering them 24/7. ( Read more... )

So I figure that since my new spawn has been around for almost two weeks now, I should get off my ass and post some pictures.

( Cut for baby photo dump. But first, some random observations about the last few weeks. )

We have six more weeks before this kid is due, and still my husband and I have had zero progress on the baby name front. You can tell that this is our second kid because instead of stressing out and desperately searching for an appropriate name for this girl, our conversations over the last few months tend to go like:

"Oh hey, we should probably come up with a name for this kid."

"Yeah, we probably should."

*Tom and I fall asleep*

Other than general apathy or a belief that the right name will magically fall out of the sky without us having to do any work, I think part of the slowness are the four goofy rules that we have about picking a name which were created when I was pregnant with our son.

Our rules are this weird mixture of the... er... less than normal upbringings that Tom and I had:

( Yes my husband and I have issues... )

So today is the day that my son finally got to attend the preschool that is sucking our bank account dry. $6350.00 this year for three hours a day that's 11 installments of $635.00 a month. Next year when he goes until 2:45 I'll have the pleasure of paying $9090.00 for kindergarten (that's 909.00 a month folks.)

It occurs to me that I could buy a really kickass car for all this money. Luckly this is only for the next two years. I don't think I can face eating mac and cheese for the next 14 years of his life until he goes to college.

It's probably time for me to I find a job. Of course if I do go back to work, that's another $490.00 a month for him to have daycare until 6 at night.

Actually, I was really rather excited for him. Since kids tend to become asshats in gradeschool later, I figured preschool and kindergarden would be a pretty fun experience.

Other kids were freaking out as their parents left. Me? I had to tap him on the head to pull his attention away from the hamster cage to say goodbye. And when I came to pick him up, which kid had the freak out then because he wanted to stay longer? That's right. My kid.

Because that is the kind of awesome mother I am. :P

At least he liked it. I really hope it's worth it.