titles - we don't need no stinking titles

my kid sings maxwell's silver hammer now unprompted. this evening he was singing it while literally running circles around the house. so we watched some beatles on youtube

yeah, if he didn't exist i would have nothing to tell you people at all. hmm i have one more session of this intensive pt that i have been doing. they took measurements today - i am more flexible than the average person which of course they are all excited about but then i was basically more flexible than the average person before i started. flippancy aside i think it actually worked very well and the cool thing is all the stuff they showed me to do is stuff i can do on my own. i already have a gym membership so i'm good to go.

i told the daycare director about the insurance thing today - she seemed nonplussed. i guess it goes with the territory for her. healthcare man. so, you should watch sicko by michael moore. for the record, he's not my favorite dude and the movie is definitely hyped but facts are still facts and you'll find some of them disturbing. what was really sad - three of the people he interviewed, and then took with him to cuba to get medical attention they couldn't get here, were 9/11 rescue workers suffering directly from their involvement during 9/11. i mean - come the eff on - all these "patriots" with their big damn mouths about how saying the war is a bad idea is unpatriotic. no, unpatriotic is the fact that returning troops are not getting proper medical care and/or benefits (which your man bush cut while he was in office and obama had damn well better reverse that shit) and the people who risked their lives to save others when we were attacked - - -how can we justify not taking care of these people? it really makes me sad.

meanwhile - in other countries - they take more time off and are statistically more productive; maternity leave - oh, about a year; and they live longer, and they aren't morbidly obese; oh, there is one south american country that has a lower infant mortality rate than detroit - sorry, my little michiganders.

alright, there are a lot of wholes in there - just stuff i left out. i'll come back to it. my bed is calling me.

You really need to have every square inch of your ass kicked.