"No hard feelings." - Paris Geller to her Headmaster at Highschool graduation while shaking his hand.

I have this thing with my kid. Resistance. Take this morning for example, I had planned to take him to an indoor play area. But he makes me angry and then I decide not to. I know "it's good for his development." But I just get so annoyed. What with my screamed at, ran at (charged at is more like it), screeching, grunted, all around noncooperative. I like kids, other peoples kid when they are paying me. Kids are gross. Slimey little creatures who have no loyalty. This is my best friend we are talking about here. A best friend that is kind of like a cousin. You get along with them because you have to. Because they are a relative. If they weren't you would probably reconsider. You get along with them because the two of you were shoved into a room together and want out. Kind of like Saw.

Yesterday I emailed the regional director for Child Care Services in Iowa to schedule an appointment. I want to sit face to face with someone who actually oversees child care services/providers in this area, you know the Des Moines "A Great Place to Raise a Family" area and them tell me how many actually rank well on their scale. For them to tell me how many aren't religious versus how many that are. You know the important things. Because Americans are super advanced, I mean Americans know they need to be advanced? What with low test scores, high rates of SIDS, building the best housing, having the best economic system. I mean we see ourselves as being a refuge for the thinkers of the world when a political crisis occurs. Maybe that's what we need. To instigate a political crisis in another country so that the thinkers flee to America, I mean it's not like we actually make any. After all we did elect someone who wasn't a WASP. Woo hoo go Americans! Proud of yourself? Good. Now let's go pray.