Tax Revolt

I just came home and turned on the news to learn that thirteen of the bailed out corporations are in arrears to the IRS for 200 million dollars. We all know that if you owed the IRS $200 they would impound your bank account and hold your first born for interest and penalties. For God's sake America, when are we going to stop sitting on our hands and act on our outrage?
I propose that we all put a hold on our 1040's until some one in Congress figures out what the hell it is they are doing and who it is that's picking up the tab.
I cannot believe that the United States Congress has its collective head so far up its collective ass.
It's bad enough that they've made federal law to favor this kind of idiocy, but they've loaded them up with all this so-called bail out money and they seem incapable of making any rules for its receipt or its use.
The highlight of this story is that no one can know who these companies are...federal law prohibits the IRS making the identities known. I say it may be time for Congress to stay up late and change the law, after all aren't they the ones who made it in the first place.
The GOP wants to blame this fiasco on Obama, but I say there is way too much blame to go around to make one old boy who just got moved in the scapegoat. What I am going to be sick about is if Chris Dodd dropped the ball and if Tim Geithner can't get his act together pretty damned quick.
I was discouraged about the situation, but now I'm plain ol' pissed off. They've allowed a handful of pirates to bilk the rest of us out of our savings, our jobs, our homes and our way of life is on the line. I'm sick of partisan politics and politicians and I think it's time for "we the people" to realize what we stand to lose if we don't start paying attention.
If they can't collect two hundred million dollars from those who are too big too fail, then they don't deserve the support of a public school teacher.

Spring Break

It's already Thursday of my Spring Break week. YIKES!! How the time flies when you're supposed to be having fun. Instead of the usual spring break stuff, I went to Big D to stay with the M.P. while her mom went to work.
She is eleven months old and more fun than all the monkeys you could ever get in the barrel. Her mother provided me with an elaborate daily schedule complete with colored pictures, so there was no guesswork about what to do when. We ate finger food, yuck! We napped as scheduled...what a good kid. Just plug in the pacifier and drop her in the crib, say sleep tight and she's out!
Between all the eating and napping, we managed to get in some excellent play time.
Munchkin can crawl and pull up and she has a playroom full of toys. She goes straight to the toy basket when you put her down. She pulls out the "baby", a stuffed bear first. He always gets a hug and a big open-mouth kiss. Sometimes he even gets rocked a bit. Then she checks out the rest of her junk. She is partial to books and her pianos. One plays all manor of tunes and sound effects when she presses the keys. You can make grandmom dance when "Rockin' Robin" comes on. She loves to make grandmom dance...it's way funny!She has this little thing she does with her hand up by her face. I think she thinks she's snapping her fingers. Whatever it is, it has something to do with rhythm.
We stayed for three nights and that is long enough I suppose. I cry like a baby when it's time to leave her. I get pretty tired picking up twenty pounds of wiggly girl all day.
The rest of Spring Break looks pretty boring compared to keeping the baby. The new AC is being installed today. I'm going for a stress test with the cardiologist. I'm having drinks with Betsy and Nick this evening, and the rest of the week is a complete surprise. The one thing I know for sure is that someone has to pay her taxes...we don't want to run out of money for bailing out AIG.