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Does anyone smell danger? Isn't anyone starting to see the correlation between our economy's "jobless" recovery and the number of jobs that are outsourced?

Our country seems to have conflicting interests. we want inexpensive goods, but the wages we need to live here would result in more expensive goods, so we have our khakis made in malaysia. $20 khakis? you can't even buy the FABRIC to make a pair of khakis for that price! Companies are only interested in the bottom line so they outsource good jobs like customer service to India. It's going to become a vicious circle. The more we outsource, the fewer jobs will be available here, the less people will have to spend. I fear it will eventually remove us from our status of economic powerhouse.

With our penchance for deficit spending as individuals and as a country, we're likely to topple over. Our next president MUST MUST MUST penalize copanies for outsourcing jobs. that's a faster way to put money into american's pockets than a bogus tax cut.

Childhood accidents. We all have our stories. some are true. some aren't. I'm missing the tip of the ring finger on my right hand. It's an unusual booboo to be sporting around. It's a great way to catch people off guard. Most people don't notice until I've pointed it out to them, and then they're either surprised or a little freaked out.

Sometimes I'm amazed how a cashier in a junk shop might notice it during our 10 minute transaction, when coworkers have gone months and months without noticing. but regardless of how someone finds out about it they always want to know how it happened.

I'm a fairly truthful person day to day, but I feel mischievious now and again. I had three people looking at me, mouths agape, when they heard that I had mistaken a cigar trimmer for one of those magic guillotine tricks and managed to *gasp* cut my very own finger off! egads!

I admitted to these coworkers that this story wasn't true, and proceeded to tell them that ACTUALLY i had gone with my father on a deer hunting expedition (completely ludicrous idea, by the way. I'm a huge sissy when it comes to dead stuff but these people were convinced of my southerness and seemed to think the following completely believable) anyway... i was helping clean the carcass and the bowie knife slipped.... again *GASP* horrible! yeah. that would suck.

By the time I got to my true story, these folks weren't believing me so very much. and the true story is a bit odd too, i suppose. I was two years old, and my mom had taken me to the little playground near our apartment. I was going down the slide, my mother was holding my left hand, my right, now short-shrifted hand was sliding down the side of the slide.

do you remember the old days of swing sets? metal. rusty metal. lots of it. held together with screws. and often installed over concrete. now in these days of litigiousness and plastics, a kid would have to swing upsidedown with a butcher knife and a chainsaw to get hurt. I'm impressed with the new fangled swingsets, but they're just not as death-defying as they were in my day.

anyways... this slide had little holes along the side so it could be attached to a swingset on either side, my little two-year-old ring finger slid into the hole. metal met flesh. yuck. I think I actually remember being at the doctor's soaking my hand in ice water. I've had this memory so many times now that I'm not really sure if it's a memory any more, or just a memory of a memory, if you know what i mean.

I used to be terribly self-concious of my "deformity" but by the time I graduated college, I was mining it for comedy purposes. Do you know what's really ironic (and I really hope I am properly recognizing this as irony rather than coincidence--DAMN YOU ALANIS MORISSETTE) what's really ironic is that extra fingers run in my family. yep. my mom was born with an extra finger on each hand, my half sister had one extra finger and when my daughter was born, we were actually kinda eager to have an extra finger. no such luck. a day late and a finger short....

I'm one of the few, the proud, the mac user! Now besides being a woman, I've given computer sales geeks another reason to ignore me!

A hazard of being in the design industry is that Macintoshes are THE industry standard. It means that I'm subjected to a substandard set of game offerings but I could buy a purple computer if I wanted to. hmmm. I love the interface, I love the software, but being a minority sucks.

on the plus side, few viruses are written for macs. so every time I hear about another "happy time" worm thingie, I kinda inwardly chuckle. hehehe. I am such a dork.

That's right, I'm Page P.I., Private Investigator. I have a theme song. there is no way i can type it here though, i've tried sounding it out but the keyboard isn't cooperating.

I am the LAZIEST P.I. though. I read the paper and comment to my husband. I think it was the wife that killed that psychologist. I update him when a new item appears, but that's about the extent of my investigative work.

yeah, yeah, lame, i know, but it keeps me entertained.

right now i must know what the hell is going on across the street. mom, stepdad, two sons in their late teens and an affable rotweiller named Harold. Now. has the stepdad moved out? things aren't adding up.... and it's driving me crazy. Moving truck i thought was for eldest son. stepdad's car has been gone. he dropped harold off and drove off the other day. I saw the mom this morning, what do you say without prying? so who moved out? can. open. worms everywhere.

Maybe I'll go back to reading the paper. That psychologist still hasn't been found and a spirit told his wife of three months that he was "gone". hmm. yeah. right. diddly diddly diddly. (my husband has corrected me, no way is it diddly diddly diddly, it is "dunna na dunna na dunna na" who knew?)

She's also definitely getting more mobile. When she's on her belly, she's starting to pull her knees up under her. And when she's up on her hands she can walk her arms around and turn herself. when she's sitting up she uses her hands to swivel herself around. i guess one day we'll have to invest in baby gates.

I went through the clothes that she no longer fits into, and had to pull out a couple of outfits that I can't let go of. A friend is having a baby and I want to share the two bags of clothes that ruby managed to out grow every three months. but the little striped onesie that has a little applique that says "little pumpkin" --it's the outfit we had her in for our first family picture--i'll hold on to it forever. it only cost us $3 post halloween at target. but it's so sweet.

i'm beginning to understand why my mom saved our baby teeth.