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So does anyone else think that Barack Obama's presidency would resemble Woodrow Wilson's? I've decided to stay away from politics. I have no desire to entertain fruitless arguments. Our generation has unprecedented access to information in what has been called "the information age," though it might be more accurate to call it the "misinformation age." I'm surrounded by fools. The Tallahassee gas situation is a case in point.

Let me tell you a little something you may not know about Tallahassee. We are a city of lemmings! The day before Hurricane Ike, or whatever his name was, hit Texas, the usually judicious citizens of Tallahassee went into a panic and ran to their nearest gas station with every vehicle and receptacle they could lay hands on. Almost a week later, Tallahassee stations are still at 15% capacity.

Here's a little something else I learned- Noemie has a death look to rival my own. And I've been told mine is a good one. (You'll notice I started that last sentence with a conjunction. I can do that because I'm a college graduate.) It's difficult to imagine Noemie unhappy at all much less giving someone the evil eye... but I saw it. She will probably never forget that nurse's face, and I fear that from here on out, getting our recommended (delayed) vaccinations will be a trial.

Today the kiddos and I drove over to Lake Ella where we'd planned to meet up with our Friday morning mom's group. The weather was perfect- 80 degrees with a strong, cool breeze. Fall is definitely on its way. Dominic was enjoying a strawberry smoothie with his whole face- from his forehead to the bottom of his chin he had gobs of the stuff. I let him loose in the middle of a swarm of ducks (the ones you're not supposed to feed), with a slice of bread...which he promptly ate. All the other kids were throwing their pieces. I modeled the bread-throwing for Dominic and gave him another slice. The whole thing was in his mouth in one swift motion. So I decided to give up on feeding the ducks and decided instead to follow him as he wandered. He wandered over to a squirt of duck poop and stomped his foot into it. Then he stepped on my sandaled toes as he wandered towards the lake. And into the lake. He was up to his knees before I could get to him (I almost fell in myself) and the other moms took out their cameras. By squatting on the edge and reaching as far as I could, my fingers could reach just the edge of his shirt sleeve to pull him back to the bank. I decided not to let him so close to the water any more and he decided he'd rather throw pebbles into the water anyway. Which was fine, until he ran out of pebbles and started throwing the dirt that was under the pebbles. I don't know that Dominic has ever been so filthy as he was when I brought him home from the lake this afternoon.

Speaking of lemmings, I've decided to "yearbook" my family. (It's what all the cool kids are doing. This is how I've been entertaining myself while Danny has been working on his applications). And speaking of family, we will be visiting Danny's family in New Port Richey this weekend. We should be back by Tuesday.