babies are funny (and by that I mean adults are)

I noticed a couple funny things about babies and adults today. The first one is that people will say your baby is cute no matter how ugly it is. What is the official age, or how ugly does a baby have to be, before you can inform somebody that their child isn't cute?
The second funny thing that I noticed about adults and babies is that people always grab the feet or the hands and say, "And how're you doing" as if they think the baby will answer them. I know that they know the baby won't answer, but they do it anyway. That's pretty funny, but what's funnier is that nine times out of ten the parents, knowing their baby won't, answer, "Say, I'm doing fine." It's like they're answering for the kid because they don't want their child to be rude. If somebody asks you a question you answer it, and since the baby can't, the parents do it. It's funny too because they're not really answering the question for the baby, they're telling it what to say, and we already discussed that babies can't talk. How crazy would it be if the kid actually answered? The parents always say that the kid doing well. How do they know? What if he's feeling bloated, or gassy? Then, not only is your child rude, but he's a liar as well. In reality, the baby is probably feeling pissed off because people are asking it questions it can't answer.

girls with ambition

I don' t know if you've heard of T-Pain. He's the R&B singer whose computerized/synthesized voice is a regular feature in every song at the top of the charts. His voice is so synthesized that I don't know if he can actually sing. He sounds like what your computer would if it could sing. His first hit song is called, "I'm In Love With A Stripper"--a fine little ditty about his affinity for dancers and the clubs they dance in (we've al been there, literally). I won't lie, it's kinda catchy. The song he has out now is called "Bartender". This song is about his desire to date the female bartender at a club (been here before, too). I'm staring to see a pattern. T-Pain seems to like women with jobs--preferably in the service industry. I have no problem with that. I encourage dating women with ambition, but is he going to write a song about every one of his girlfriends with a career? I guess his next hit will be, "Bag My Groceries Girl"?.

uncomfortable

Every guy remembers how undomfortable it was the first time they bought condoms. It may be one of the most uncomfortable things you'll ever do. My first time, I walked around the store for about 15 minutes pretending I didn't know where they were, and refusing help when asked if I needed some. Finally, I approached the section, and after much deliberating about things I hand no idea about, like spermicidal jelly, ribbed and resevior tip, I decided on her pleasure. Even at an early age I figured I might need some help in that area. After that, I walked around the store for about ten more minutes and then I approached the counter. I grabbed one of those Hollywood tabloid magazines and pretended to read it so I wouldn't have to look the woman at the counter in the eye. The only time I left the cover of my magazine was to grab the bag and tip-toe out. I won't lie, I felt really cool at the time. I put the condom in my wallet so it would get the little distressed ring inside (you know the one I'm talking about). I showed it to everyone who wanted to see it.
Now, about a month away from my 25th birthday, I don't think buying condoms is cool anymore, but it is just as uncomfortable. I still walk aimlessly around pretending like I don't know where the condoms are. They even put them in the back of the store so you have to make the long walk to the front. Well, the other day I went into the store to freshen up my goodies drawer and there just so happened to be an older female cashier and an older woman already at the counter. I tried to stand in the back but the older woman wasn't ready yet and asked me to go in front of her. The whole time I was whistling a son, and I never once looked the cashier in the eye. I just played with my bank card. I saw the older woman behind me look at my finger. I'm sure she was thinking to herself how much of a sinner I was for having pre-marital sex. I felt like I was disappointing her. She just looked at me like she wanted to give me a hug. Then the woman at the counter said, "Have a nice night", (voice inflection on night) and I just felt dirty. I felt like she knew what I was about to do--like she thought I was going to do it in the parking lot or something. I was so relieved when I got out of there. I feel like there should be a no speech policy in the drug store when people buy condoms. When you leave, the cashier should just nod their head. You nod your head back in agreement and then you leave.

childcare

I was driving down the street the other day and I saw this sign. You may not be able to read it because I took the picture with my phone. I also couldn't get it to upload rightside-up. Anyway, the sign says, Moderate & Quality Childcare Now Enrolling, and it lists a telephone number. I don't have any kids, but why would I pay for moderate childcare? What exactly does moderate childcare mean? Does that mean that they feed them, but also let them run with scissors in their hand? I wonder what the cost is to upgrade from the moderate to the quality package. It also makes me think that if they're capable of quality childcare, shouldn't they just stick with that? I'm sure they're not getting too many mothers asking for the moderate--not when you can biggie size it.
And who are these people who claim to offer the child care? It's obvious to me that they're not very established, nor do they know how to reach the target. I don't know many mothers who want to find their new daycare on the side of the road--especially if they offer moderate childcare. Let's just say someone is desperate enough to call that number, I can only imagine who the miscreant is that answers the phone. "Yo, This is Leadpipe Louie's daycare, your friendly neighborhood au pair and bookie." All the while there are screaming kids in the background and he's scratching his beard over little Billy's grilled cheese. Now let's just say that after talking to Louie, he's somehow convinced you that his is the daycare for you. What do you think his establishment looks like? Well, it's obviously a front so he can launder his numbers running money. I'm sure the windows would have iron bars on them and a hole in the front door for his shotgun. At least you know your kids are protected. Ok, ok, maybe not, but let's be honest, do you really want moderate childcare?