Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Cute Story...Reality Bites

I recently asked my friend's little girl what she wanted to be when she
grows up. She said she wanted to be President some day. Both of her parents,
liberal Democrats, were standing there, so I asked her, 'If you were
President what would be the first thing you would do?' She replied, 'I'd
give food and houses to all the homeless people.'

Her parents beamed. 'Wow...what a worthy goal.' I told her, 'But you don't
have to wait until you're President to do that. You can come over to my
house and mow the lawn, pull weeds, and sweep my yard, and I'll pay you $50.
Then I'll take you over to the grocery store where the homeless guy hangs
out, and you can give him the $50 to use toward food and a new house.' She
thought that over for a few seconds, then she looked me straight in the eye
and asked, 'Why doesn't the homeless guy come over and do the work, and you
can just pay him the $50?' I said, 'Welcome to the Republican Party.' Her
parents still aren't speaking to me.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Up at an Ungodly Hour...

So I am on call and I am refusing to put that in the title. I seem to put that in the title a lot "on Call' so I am not going to do it... refuse to do so.
But that is that...
Do you ever have one of those "ah-hah" moments? I think that I have had one but am not sure since it has been this gradual, hair-pulling, teeth-shattering, eyebrow plucking, painstaking slow realization but I THINK THAT I HAVE BEEN LIBERATED! (has to be in a different color and all) But it is quite liberating to think of these things
1. I am not long for this place.
2. Specifically I am not long for Philadelphia.
3. I am no good at academic medicine.
4. I can make gobs of money and be happy.
5. I am not wanted here.
6. I don't have to work with a certain someone for a whole year!

I think that I have a few more liberating thoughts but the not being here after December 2009 seemed the most free-ing of all and the thought that I might be making more than above the poverty line for a family of four is also quite stimulating as well. It is weird but financially it does not make any sense to continue this and a little birdie also told me so... particularly after I received a "not unless one of us dies" to a request for a possible job. Perhaps the cutting of one's losses and stop sacrificing is a good thing. No need to bring the whole family down with me a flame of glory...

Anyway, job hunt here I come and I did actually put on the letter that I would be available Jan 1st... Makes it more concrete.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

One of those Days

It is one of those days where I know that I am going to be non-productive...
I am tired, cranky, and need a good laugh or laugh at something else...


These may do the trick... But then again nothin' fixes tired and cranky but sleep, sex, and good food



YOU THINK?



What else did they expect to find?

DITTO!!!
Happy Post-hump DAY!

Is this the woman who represents the 18 million cracks in the glass ceiling???

How Do You Say ‘Hillary’s Gaffe’ in Russian?
Charles Ganske
By Oleg Atbashian

Russian Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrov and Secretary of State Hillary Clinton with the famous "reset" button. In light of the Cold War MAD connotations of "The Button", should it have been red? Or even a button at all?

Did you know that if you translate “the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak” into Russian, it becomes “the vodka is agreeable but the meat has gone bad”? Literal translations can be tricky that way.

It seems that no translators were harmed in the manufacturing of Hillary Clinton’s “reset” button, which she presented to Russian Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrov in Geneva on Friday.

“We worked hard to get the right Russian word,” Clinton addressed Lavrov in a deliberately slow voice, as if talking to a special-needs child. “Do you think we got it?”

“You got it wrong,” Lavrov answered in fluent English. “This says ‘peregruzka,’ which means overcharged.”

Well, it looks like somebody used a cheap electronic translation program. But it could be worse. I once came across a website that advertised its automated translation service with an example of a label from a jar of pickles, informing Russian consumers that it contained condoms.
Talk about food safety! That’s what you get when you translate “preservatives” without as much as a human touch.

Secretary of State Clinton's term "peregruzka" which she thought meant "reset" means overloaded with too many (electrical) amps, not overcharged as in too many dollars. As Mr. Atbashian says, after eight years of alleged rank incompetence in our foreign policy, it's great to see a new era of super competency and sophistication ushered in by the Obama Administration.

Incidentally, Hillary Clinton’s linguistic episode in Geneva also clarified the translation of the Obama administration’s term “worked hard,” which in plain English means “did half-assed job.”

News reports would make us believe that Hillary’s philological mishaps ended right there. Not so. After the two top diplomats stopped laughing, Clinton quipped: “We won’t let you do that to us, I promise.”

That may have sounded sharp in English, but in Russian it came out even goofier than the wrong label on the red button.

Mrs. Clinton’s clever comeback implied that she understood “overcharge” in terms of charging too much money. We may even credit her with referring to the difference between an observed market price and a price that would have been observed in the absence of collusion, which was what many suspected the oil-producing nations were doing last year. In that sense, and only in that sense, was Hillary’s comment meaningful and amusing.

The problem is that the word “peregruzka” has nothing to do with economics. As students of foreign languages well know, most words have multiple meanings, and their combinations almost never coincide in different languages. Thus, the English word “overcharge” may mean many things to Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, but they are all translated into Russian by completely different words that are not interchangeable. In economic terms, “overcharge” becomes “obschitat’” or “zavysit’ tsenu” — but never “peregruzka.”

Perhaps, the embarrassment could be avoided if Lavrov had translated it literally, as “overload.” But in the context of a red button, he chose a more specific electrical term “overcharge,” meaning “too much amperage in the circuit.”

As a result, to the Russian-speaking audience, Hillary’s retort “We won’t let you do that to us” could only mean one thing: “Americans won’t let Sergey Lavrov give them too much amperage.”

The confusion could also be avoided if, instead of Hillary Clinton, the job of Secretary of State was performed by a professional — like Condoleezza Rice, who speaks fluent Russian, and who wouldn’t have opted for the lame plastic button because this joke doesn’t work in Russian to begin with. (WOW, who knew? A concert pianist and multi-linguisitic... )

Russian is a rich and flexible language with versatile descriptive means, but it just doesn’t have a short universal word that embraces all the meanings of the allusive English “reset.” The word “perezagruzka” (”reload”), which later was claimed to be the right term, comes off just as awkward and uninspiring as any other possible translation. Anyone with a sense of the Russian language could’ve told Clinton that the gag was a dud.

Other reports indicate that “Hillary Clinton raised eyebrows on her first visit to Europe as secretary of state when she mispronounced her EU counterparts’ names and claimed U.S. democracy was older than Europe’s.” In one particular case, she kept referring to European Commission External Relations Commissioner Benita Ferrero-Waldner as “Benito,” invoking the memories of Mussolini.

This looks rather ironic, considering that the current leaders in Washington had come to power by accusing their conservative predecessors of being pig-headed and deaf to other cultures and nuances. Turns out, they were merely projecting their own image on their opponents, given that they themselves can’t even distribute party favors to foreigners without a screw-up.



COUNT ME OUT OF HER REPRESENTING ME AS ONE OF THE 18 MILLION CRACKS! SHE DOESN'T EVEN DO HER HOMEWORK PROPERLY... HOW EMBARRASSING.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

OKAY, S-O-M-E-T-H-I-N-G-A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-F-O-R-A-H-E-A-D-A-C-H-E

I need something... Do you ever have a headache that won't go away because you waited too long to eat or drink anything of substance...


Well that is today... that is me ... dried, shriveled up, hungry,and wanting to just lie down and sleep since my head is pounding and hurts like a mutha... ALL bad COMBINATIONS!


SO... I need a pick-me-up


Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Pick-me-up for the Week

Don't you just have one of those days and then ... you read something like this...

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Are We tired Yet?

And can he just shut his piehole for once??? Didn't his mother or grandparents ever tell him to just apologize and walk away?





Kept putting his foot in this mouth and making the situation worse. "he was making FUN of himself" Is that the way one makes fun of one's self?

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Feelin' kinda like a weight has been lifted

So I am on call again...
It has been a tough few days. I have had to write a few emails to let people know to stop walking all over me, to remember that I too exist as a fellow to be used, to assert my rights...

Medicine is still a man's world. No where is that better exemplified than my co-fellow who is a guy. A very nice guy mind you but one that does not feel the need to go home to his twin sons that are just about a year and half or his 2 other children who are in grade school. I saw his sleeping bag and toothbrush in his office the other day and that really set me off. I do not have the choice to sleep in my office voluntarily. Not that I want to or that my cubicle really has the floor space for me to sleep on the floor. I don't even have a door which leads me to my next bitchy thing which is I don't have an office. We are not even talking about a shared office. We are talking about a secretarial pool in a line of back-to-back cubicles where I can hear one filing their nails, whose children are sick or being grounded, doing well in school or sports or the office gossip. The worst is that even if one tries to close the door, I can still here yelling from behind the door. I have asked for some office space since I came over a year and a half ago but after 3 different desks and now a definitely no dice on a job opportunities ...

Enough of this, where's Mungo???

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Story of the Week


How about a little pick me up for the Monday blues...

Particularly as I just found out that I will be working with an unmentionable starting in May...
ho hum... this is my life








Tuesday, March 17, 2009

100 Days

So this is not what you think it is... A list of the significance of 100 days

100 days to my Board Exam of which I just came back from an exhausting 3 days in Baltimore in a review course

But other hundred day references...
  1. 100 days in the Oval office (Countdown for Barack Obama and a measure of his mettle)
  2. The Hundred Days marked the period between Napoleon Bonaparte's return from exile on ElbaLouis XVIII on 8 July 1815 (a period of 111 days). This period is also known as the War of the Seventh Coalition, and includes the Waterloo Campaign and the Neapolitan War to Paris on 20 March 1815 and the second restoration of King
  3. Hundred Days Offensive, the final Allied offensive on the Western Front during the World War I
  4. Hundred Days' Reform, a period of social and institutional reform in late imperial China
  5. Hundred Days Men, a Union military recruitment initiative during the American Civil War
  6. Canada's Hundred Days, the last 96 days of World War I
  7. "The First Hundred Days", the start of U.S. President Franklin D. Roosevelt's 1933 administration, resulting in the New Deal.
    • By extension, there is often talk of incoming U.S. presidents' actions in their first hundred days. Refer to #1
  8. "100 Days", the first term (1834-1835) of British Prime Minister Robert Peel
  9. "100 Days", the 1994 Rwandan Genocide
  10. In the first 100 days of a child's life...
  • On the morning of the third day, a Chinese baby gets her first bath. The midwife officiates this ceremony which is attended by female friends and relatives. The midwife sits with the mother on her bed surrounded by a straw sieve, a mirror, a padlock, an onion, a comb and a weight. An offering of incense to the god and goddess of the bed burns nearby. The baby is bathed in hot water boiled with locust branches and artemis plants. There is red silk and a string of cash fastened around the tub. Guests place a piece of fruit or colored egg into the water. Each guest places a spoonful of cool water in the basin and gives a small gift of silver to the baby.
  • The baby's biggest celebration is at one month when the mother's allowed out of her room. Family and friends dine and celebrate all night. Money is given in bright red envelopes and the baby wears a silver or gold padlock around his neck locking the child to this world.
  • On the hundredth day some Chinese families host another celebration. Friends and family bring fish and chicken to the child's home. When the chicken is cooked, the tongue is rubbed on the baby's lips to make the child a good talker. And the baby's paternal grandfather may present the baby with a rocking chair.
  • In Korea, on the 100th day after a child's birth, a small feast is prepared to celebrate the child's having survived this difficult period. If the child is sick at this time, the family passes the day with neither announcement nor party, for to do otherwise is considered bad luck for the infant.

    At this time the samshin halmoni is honored with offerings of rice and soup in gratitude for having cared for the infant and the mother, and for having helped them live through a difficult period. The family, relatives and friends then celebrate with rice cakes, wine, and other delicacies such as red and black bean cakes sweetened with sugar or honey.

    To prevent potential harm to the child and to bring him or her good luck and happiness, red bean cakes are customarily placed at the four compass points within the house. If the steamed rice cakes are shared with 100 people, it is believed that the child will have a long life. Therefore, rice cakes are usually sent to as many people as possible to help celebrate the happiness of the occasion. Those who receive rice cakes return the vessels with skeins of thread, expressing the hope of longevity, and rice and money, symbolizing future wealth.


Saturday, March 14, 2009

Tired of Men sitting on the couch Blog? Sign me up...

This has been a bad few days and there has been SO much CRAP that has happened that it is difficult to get it all down or even get organized thoughts...

Is there a blog or a group of people (and I am not discriminating among groups - same sex, married, unmarried) that need a support group for partners that s-i-t-o-n-t-h-e-c-o-u-c-h-&-w-a-i-t-t-o-b-e-t-o-l-d-w-h-a-t-t-o-d-o or j-u-s-t-t-a-k-e-t-h-e-i-r-o-w-n-t-i-m-e-t-o-d-o- the d-a-m-n-t-h-i-n-g- that why did I even ask in the first place....

It is BECAUSE I am an ENABLER!!!

That is my answer... most likely not anyone else's but it is sure a spot easier if one knows that someone else will do it if one sits on the couch long enough and subtly.... subtly ignore the request. Not an all out "no" but a TAKE ONE'S GOOD OL' TIME ... kind of thing.

OK, it is not out of my system just yet but eventually it will get there.
Stay tuned for the STEALING OF IDEAS and NOT GIVING CREDIT WHERE IT IS DUE madness...

AND the let's NOT DO ANY WORK but CHARGE for TALKING ABOUT IT!!!!

OKAY time to get driving to Baltimore and be lectured at...

On the Road again... 103 DAYS left as of today

Well, if someone could please help me I would appreciate it...
I am going to sit in a hotel room for then next 3 days and be lectured at. I have decided that passive learning is not my strongest suit and in fact, the second most easiest way of falling asleep, guaranteed. The first is to take one of those huge textbooks that I own and try to read a chapter in it while in bed. I hope that osmosis is a real thing because I seem to do that a lot.

I will let you know if the $$$$ was worth the 30 hours of lecture and obviously if I pass the exam, well, it might have been worth it.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Thank goodness for small favors...

So our Mayor has decided that charging his constituents $1 per bag used for garbage was not a good idea and scrapped the idea... He stated that it probably was not going to be instituted/implemented in time. This amounted to what was on average about $5week to throw out one's garbage per family. But now... he wants to increase the state sales tax by 1% and/or property tax by 17% to address the billion dollar deficit. So I have a couple questions... How did we come to have a billion dollar deficit? and since I am paying taxes for services such as garbage removal, why does double charging us for a service we already pay for to throw out the garbage seem like a good idea? My husband stated that if that charge passed, we might have to consider using the garbage dumps at our son's school or the trash cans on the main street... Does he think that he will be able to keep PA residents in PA?

Thank goodness he came to his senses about the garbage but...

I guess "leaving PA" here we come...

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

the Post Post Day after Call

Okay... so I know that I am old now. I forgot how much I need to sleep or rather how much my body needs to sleep. Particularly now I am no longer the young person I was in my college years. I can't seem to bounce back like I used to...

What ever happened to that stay up all night and write a paper OR just stay up all night. I used to be able to talk all night or party all night or anything all night. Not that I could really function after that either but at least I didn't feel completely wiped out. And now, if I don't get enough sleep the day after, I am completely exhausted. It is kind of like the second day after a cesarean section... when you are expected to get up and out of bed. It hurts the most and is the most uncomfortable. Same thing with the second day after call... I am falling asleep at my desk or at conference. What a way to feel your age.

I need to remember this and have an extra shot of caffeine or perhaps go to bed earlier. I am not sure how I am going to do tomorrow as it will be another very early day and another very long day as well. What a b--tch to Starbucks I have become...

Monday, March 9, 2009

Post-Call Thought of the Day...


Need I say more...
Driving on Lincoln and Kelly drive here I come....

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Had to Do It... Had to mention it again

So I have to do it and mention that I am on call again...
I realized that I talk a lot about call and being on call, the logistics about call, and so forth but I guess it is because I do a lot of call and my weekends are taken up by call... {I was getting sad this AM until a patient on anticoagulants who had a pulmonary embolus and a DVT called complaining of SOB so I had to put my other life on hold for the moment and also stop feeling sorry for myself}
Sad commentary on my life at the moment. Is it all right to say it? Sometimes, I hate my life and I "hate" to use the word "hate"...

I wish I could just be a mother... A wise friend told me when I had stated this to her that really for a fellowship, one does not really ever get away it from it, the fellowship. She is right. I am constantly always thinking about my work, my research, my papers, what needs to be done, what needs to be done RIGHT NOW, what can be put off and what can wait, what people think of me, where my operating skills are going and have gone... I never really get a break from it... always at the edge of my mind, always "on". It did make me feel better that I had a reason why I was tired and felt "burnt out" but I just felt bad for feeling that way...

Now I guess it is because I am constantly "ON" and never really get to shut down...

On call again...

Spring Forward... No alarm clock neeeded apparently


I decided I hate spring forward... particularly when I have to be on call. Not only do I need to go to work voluntarily on a weekend but I also get an hour less of sleep...
At least I will get some time to read though I probably need a nap first.
I can't believe that I woke up today. No alarm clock needed. Perhaps it was an internal clock. I thought that the atomic clock would automatically "spring forward" since it is supposed to sync'ed like cell phones but it did not and really as I was staring at the time trying to determine whether or not it changed or not... I just decided to get up anyway. As I am looking at the microwave clock and the oven clock and it reads an hour later, I realized that the atomic clock did not change and thought "CRAP". Oh well. Again, I hate this and I realized that I hate a counter as well.

It is making me really nervous looking at the countdown to my test. I GUESS that is the point. At least, I shelled out a lot of money to go to a review course next week.

All right, gotta go and get ready for call... Starbucks here I come.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Unseasonably warm and dropping the f--- bomb


Today was one of those days that felt too good to be true...
It was in the high 60s and even my spring jacket was way to warm. We had a birthday party to go to and I thought that it would last a few hours but it was even shorter than that... I think that the adults were feelin' weird secondary to the weather. We also had my 2 nieces visiting for a night and 2 days. That is when my son decided to try out his new found adult language...
It is really strange to hear potty mouth language come out of a little cute person's mouth. You don't expect it and you don't think that it is very cute either. We were in a quite a shock and in fact the first time, one would think that ignoring it might work. SO... NO! and out it came again. "I hate you, you f---ing girls!" Now we don't know what precipitated or inspired the ugliness spewing from his mouth but the second time was not tolerated and it really did not matter why it was provoked, if it was... (Not that the first was tolerated but we did not want to draw attention to it either) My husband decided that corporal punishment was the next step and we did get the desired effect and an instant apology from his mouth to the girls. Me personally, I will try soap to the mouth next time.

I guess is that it is not the worst thing that we can expect in his life but I hope this is not a preview of what is to come... I asked my husband what we would do if he came home with a lip or some sort of piercing after we explicitly told him not to and his response was why I was assuming he would be bad...

I think that I will get a drink. Mojito here I come.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Do you Believe?



There are times when you have to believe that there is a purpose in one's life... that there is a higher power... that one is placed on this earth for something and it has not been accomplished yet...

This video of the man being hit by a truck which was hit by a train, excaping with only cuts and bruises highlights this point...
Thankfully, He also will now be able to marry his fiancee in April.

It reminds me of my car accident in the Grape Vine in So Cal when I went under the belly of a semi truck on the 5. Completely at a ninety degree angle, just like the stunt cars that you see in movies or TV... only they clear the truck and appear on the other side. I managed to have the roof of the car get stuck on something underneath the truck bed, turn the car another ninety degrees so now I am facing the wrong direction, and have the truck's tires go over the passenger side. Thankfully, the driver side had cleared the truck when it got turned 180 degrees but I wouldn't know since my eyes were closed shut and I had bent my head. I was just thinking that I was about to be decapitated. Instead, the car got free of the truck and spun out across the lanes and into the dirt median where I finally stopped. I remember that I had to push the door really hard to open it. I had a lot of glass in my hair and clothes. But I escaped with only a partially torn tendon on my index finger of my right hand. Partially torn tendon....

The guy at the salvage yard where the car was towed, told me that I must have not done what God put me on this earth to do... I pshawed it at the time... BUT....

Makes you wonder how many lives one really has. If that is the case, then I have used 5 of those lives... and the next time around, I might not be so lucky.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Chicago Politics... and our President

Subject: FW: You didn't receive this email

http://media.eyeblast.org/newsbusters/static/2008/12/2007-04-16

Rod Blagojevich, Barack Obama and Richard Daley during a rally in Chicago , April 16, 2007. Photo Reuters.
Rod Blagojevich (Democrat), Barack Obama (Democrat), and Richard M. Daley (Democrat - Mayor of Chicago since 1989)


To understand the next 4 years, you have to understand the world according to Chicago .

While it is a city in Illinois , it is also a completely different country, with a whole different set of morals and language.
There are only three rules which anybody can understand. You don't even need an attorney to understand them and if you need an attorney, well, you know too much...so look out for Rule #3!
RULE #1...No matter what you see, hear, or do, you don't know anybody and you know nothing!
RULE #2...If you capture something on tape or camera, it reveals nothing!
RULE #3...If you know what everybody knows in Chicago , well, you still know nothing.

Now pay close attention! We don't want to have to say this more than once. It's very simple...we'll illustrate. Remember, you know nothing.
These two? They don't know each other! They said they didn't.
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The fellas in the background of this picture? Well, what fellas? We don't see nothing!
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The guy on the left? For all you know he's Santa Claus. And the guy on the right . . .well, he's the Easter Bunny! That's all you need to know.
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Go to your eye doctor...your eyes are lying to you! Ca'pish?
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Remember Jimmy Hoffa! He knew too much and now, well, now no one knows where he is. Is the big picture clear? Not these pictures! Remember, You've already forgot them...

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Now, ain't that simple? They don't know each other, 'cause they said so! and neither do we!
And don't forget it!
P.S. If you pass this on to your friends, don't forget, you know nothing and they will know nothing.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

3/3/09


Happy Square Root Day!

Can someone find me good customer service?

SO I ordered these personalized plates from this company called "Chasing Fireflies" and overpriced, children's, mainly girly girl, boutique...

The plate should have read Lizzie's birthday plate but instead just has the name on it. Everytime,. I call in, the customer service person does not understand what when wrong. They think that the name is misspelled and think that I am the one that got the order wrong. Additionally, they offered nothing in return for the wrong/misprinted item. Now I know that it is the vendor that made the mistake but usually, a company to try to "make" up for the mistake offers 10% discount or any discount on the next order to try to "keep" the customer. An apology just doesn't cut it anymore particularly in this economy. This person finally asked me what I wanted. hmmm.... what did I want? Isn't it usually their job to tell me what I can get? How about a nice job, lots of money, a great body, no wrinkles and 2 personlized plates that I ordered on time... However, I won't get any of those so I will settle for 2 plates at some point in time.

So how about this... I asked for the express shipping (3day) to be refunded since it really doesn't matter anymore does it? The items will not get to me till 6-8weeks after I have ordered them now so what does it matter to get them shipped super fast for a birthday. Not really any point anymore ehhh?

Monday, March 2, 2009

OK, this is a Good One... The Consummate MultiTasker

Breastfeeding while driving gets woman a ticket

By Kelli WynnStaff WriterFriday, February 27, 2009

KETTERING — A Harrison Twp. woman faces child endangering charges after police said she admitted to breastfeeding her child and talking on a cell phone while driving, according to Kettering Police Officer Michael Burke.The incident happened about 7:45 a.m. Thursday, Feb., 26, near the intersection of Far Hills Avenue and Dorothy Lane, Burke said.A male motorist called the police department's non-emergency number to report that he had seen the woman breastfeeding and talking on a cell phone while driving, Burke said. The man reported that he also witnessed the woman driving a Honda minivan into the parking lot of a local school and saw some children get out of the van. The man then got the van's license plate number and called police."I'm following right behind her right now on Far Hills Avenue," the caller said as he spoke to a Kettering dispatcher in a recording of his non-emergency call that was released by police on Friday, Feb. 27."I tried to say something to her. She literally has the little girl on the steering wheel and I said, 'I can't believe you have that kid in your lap and she said, 'You want to pop your titty out and breastfeed this kid?' That's what she said to me. I'm like, 'You can feed your kid when you stop.' It's like wet out here. It's full of traffic. It's ridiculous. She's got like three other kids in the car."The police came to the area and tried to locate the van, but could not find it. So they used the license plate number to track down her contact information, Burke said.When a police officer spoke to her, she admitted she breastfed her child and also told police that she does not deprive her child when the child is hungry, Burke said.The officer took the information and presented it to the city prosecutor's office. That's when Genine Compton, 39, of Elm Grove in Harrison Twp., was charged with a first-degree misdemeanor of child endangering and minor misdemeanor for unlawfully restraining her child, which Burke believes was under 2.When police were unsuccessful with serving Compton her ticket and a court summons at her home on Friday, Feb. 27, an officer went to the school where the witness saw her drop off the children on Thursday morning. The officer used the descriptions the witness gave to locate Compton at the school and serve the tickets and summons, Burke said. Compton was not arrested.When asked why the tickets and summons couldn't be mailed, Burke said, "It's legal documents. We have to personally serve them to the defendant."If convicted of the child endangering charge, Compton could face up to 180 days in jail and fined between $1,500 and $1,800, Burke said. If convicted of the unlawful restraint charge, Compton could be fined up to $150."Our issue is not the fact that this woman was breastfeeding in public," Burke said. He added that Compton would have been charged even if the child was just sitting on her lap. "Our issue is that she created the condition that placed her child's health and safety at risk."

Who can beat that??? breastfeeding, talking on the cell phone and driving...
I am still working on tapping my head and rubbing my belly at the same time.

The BIG Nor'Easter

Well, I made it in today to work and surprising by the 7:30 meeting. I almost had an accident... started to slid on Lincoln Drive when it becomes Kelly Drive. Almost hit the guardrail. Didn't though... I did not realize that my chest had compressed and my heart stopped (not literally of course) until after when the person behind me, honked. Honked... Why did they honk? To tell me that I was skidding? I was only going 25mph. I think it was going through the curve and hitting the brakes at the same time. Not hitting them hard but just enough to slow a little bit and obviously enough to start going into a skid. Again, HONKED? I don't understand some of the people here in this state. They have been the absolute worst drivers that I have encountered. Worst than IL and I thought they were awful. Those drivers race up the side, whether it is a bike lane or not. PA drivers drive fast, they drive fast whereever and drive unsafely. Interesting enough the worst offenders are the ones in the middle of the day who seem to be having nothing else to do but errands. I hate the school pick-up times as well. But what is the absolute worst, more "worser" than the middle of the day drivers are the ones that have the handicap license plates... unsafe lane changes, speeding. They also seem the most impatient. I wonder what the PD stands for on the back of the license plate... "physically disabled", "permanently disabled"... I need to look this up.

Anyway.... another few inches are about to dump onto the Philadelphia county and I have never seen a state that seems to not be able to handle the snow particularly one on the East coast. Chicago never seem to have this problem...

Here's to safe driving on the way home...