Meara
> Eventually, some state is going to get fed up and implement it on its own. The state will be mocked and openly attacked by every conservative pundit in the country. But when it turns out that it actually works, it will go national.
Except a lot of people would move to that state, wouldn't they? And then it wouldn't work, so well.
Except that a lot of employers will move INTO the state. Between savings from reduced bureucracy, increased preventative care, and better on prices on things due to single buyer leverage, plus the net increase in employers, the state that tries it will come out ahead. Yeah some business people will get pissed and move out on ideologcial grounds. But more will move in that out. One of Canada's major cities just beat Detroit for a new auto plant because of Canada's lower health care costs.
Both Julia Childs and Alton Brown prefer unglazed Quarry Tiles over pizza stones.
That's where I got the idea from.
We have achieved climbing. I looked away for five seconds while she was on the love seat and found her standing on the back of it, leaning against the window.
I come home tonight and there's my daughter standing on the loveseat. It took me a second before I realized that she shouldn't be there.
Then she fell and smacked her head tonight. Big ol' bruise on her head. And yet, back on the horse.
My new band is going to be called The Pizza Stones. They'll do all the early Stones hits in a cheezy Italian accent. They'll do the "Ptui!" thing a lot.
Reminds me of the Italian REM cover band whose name escapes me. They did a decent version of "Talk About The Passion" on an REM cover album called Surprise Your Pig.
Upon googling, it appears the band in question is Samson and the Philistines. Now I want to hear it.
Granted, we're only a few hours in, but climbing seems almost as harrowing as having a newborn in the house. My only peace is going to be when she's asleep, huh?
t cries
My only peace is going to be when she's asleep, huh?
For now. Then the sleepovers will start, and there goes that one small consolation.
I don't know if I've mentioned it lately, but she's one smart and beautiful little girl.
Right now I wish I had a new job starting tomorrow and Annabel in some nice daycare, not just because I'm broke but because then I could surf the internets and work on my novel between the stuff I was paid to do without worrying that Annabel is breaking her neck if my eyes aren't constantly on her.
t cue usual angsting about bad financial choices of my adult life that keep us from having a big enough house to have a proper safe room all for Annabel's own
Susan, please stop flagellating yourself over this. Annabel is a healthy, happy toddler who will continue to be happy and healthy, no matter what size house you live in. All that's important to her is the fact that her mommy and daddy love and dote on her without reservation. And clean diapers. You'll never be able to completely child-proof a room, let alone a house. She's smart enough to peel the paint off the walls if that's the only thing left in the room.
Annabel is a healthy, happy toddler who will continue to be happy and healthy, no matter what size house you live in.
Barring catastrophic falls because I happen to turn my back for two seconds. Sigh.
I'm about to go read for an hour, now that she's in bed, because I want to actually do some relaxing, just-for-fun reading for a change, dammit. (My books of the week have been fiction research that's interesting but a bit of a slog, plus a memoir I felt like I
should
read because it's considered Important among the sort of lefty Christians I commune with, only I thought the author was self-indulgent and self-important, and couldn't present an idea in an orderly linear fashion if his life depended upon it, so last night I gave myself permission to put it in the back-to-library pile unfinished.) And then I'm going to take a fresh look at the living room and see if I can reconfigure things a little so that every second of my life won't be a game of keepaway.
