Stop mailing me!

My conspiracy meter is about to explode. Seriously.

Yesterday arrived a box of Enfamil baby formula. For a baby. A newborn baby. A baby that one pretty much ought to be pregnant to give birth to.

Since I'm not pregnant and child #5 is a year and a half too old for baby formula, I'm confident someone decided to push me closer to the edge of the Cliffs of Insanity by signing me up for baby formula.

Hmm. Kinda makes me wonder what's in the new Health Care bill. I've heard that fertility treatments and maternity care will have to be approved by a committee. No way! Then again, perhaps I ought to read the bill. The lady who read it and came across that information sounded pretty non-Manson-ish. Gee, I hope I'm not saying anything that sounds fishy.

Here's a link to read the entire bill that a representative or two has decried as being too difficult to understand without a lawyer helping translate:

http://www.capwiz.com/afanet/webreturn/?url=http://thomas.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/z?c111:H.R.3200:

Or here's a simplified overview:

http://www.liberty.edu/media/9980/attachments/healthcare_overview_obama_072909.pdf

Guess I know what I'm gonna be reading next week. After all, I doubt Senators Webb and Warner are gonna read the actual bill. Reading, it seems, is beneath them.

What makes me even more sick is the fact the NY Giants is paying their quarterback a $97 million dollar salary. Where's the congressional outrage?! Why not set limitations on what athletes get paid since we're setting limits on CEOs?

Okay, I'm not in favor of the government getting involved in running businesses.

But a quarterback getting paid almost a hundred million dollars to PLAY A GAME?

*sigh*

I'm feeling the need to join an angry mob.

Busyness

Ever pondered the word "busyness"?

No offense to anyone, but to me the word is kinda visually unappealing. Sadly I must say that my business of the day is busyness.

As I got all the FHL IRCC and TBL prizes and certificates to mail, I realized I'm missing a certificate. So now I have to reopen all the boxes to see if I accidentally stuck the missing certificate in the wrong box/envelope. *sigh*

I also have to get a fiction proposal off to my agent.

Find baby girl clothes to give to my younger (currently pregnant) sister.

Clean house. Again.

Take more cold medicine.

Give dog a bath.

Various misc.

So pardon me for intionally ignoring my blog. Soon I'll have something witty to say.