So I go to the WIC office. I love my WIC office. I don't go to my section WIC office I go to the main branch one. I love the people that work there, they are very nice and informative, and I don't feel judged. Yes I am a Licensed Social Worker, soon to be clinical and yes I collect WIC. So I take the girls with me and this appointment was for me, because I am now 4 months preggers. You have to fill out about 6 forms, asking you questions about eating habits, if you eat ashes or paint, drink bleach of feel the urge to, and if your kids do, if you boil, bake or fry your food, if you have the simple amenities in your house such as an oven and fridge. Of course food allergies. Do you have to choose between paying bills and buying food. I think in this economy many of us struggle with that. Then they weigh the girls and measure them. they prick my finger to check my iron. Dakota is saying before they stick me, "is mommy going to bleed? is it going to hurt? why do you have to make mommy bleed?" Cherokee is saying as she is rubbing my belly, "aww mommy its okay, I stay with you. You want me to hug you? aww mommy don't cry." I am trying my best to explain and not laugh at the same time.
So I sit down and the woman says to me, you will be receiving $240.00 in farmers market vouchers. I sign the forms as I am correcting the girls about running around, and then it dawned on me. "Wait! Did you just say $240.00 in Farmers market vouchers or $24.00? I asked the woman. "Yes you will get $240.00. You get $80.00 per child and yourself." I was dumbfounded, and I felt I was going to hyperventilate. I cried! I could not believe it. What a blessing! I felt I hit the lottery! The woman looked at me and laughed, "sweetie don't cry. you okay?" I felt like such and ass, but it was like, wow, something worked in my favor. one less thing off my shoulders. I don't have to worry for a few months about buying food, or paying my co-pay to go to the doctor. I laughed it off, but it felt great.
I drove the girls to school and then drove myself back to work. On the way, at 11th and Filbert I was stopped by a random police officer just chilling on the corner, yes standing, no car, no bike, standing. He comes over, asks for my license, registration and insurance. I was not sure what I was being pulled over for. I give him all my identifying info. Then all these bike cops and a car show up. How embarrassing... So now I am cleaning out my glove compartment because he is taking 900 years. I text 3 people including my job as I knew I had a client coming in.
He comes back around the side of my car hand me these two major RED moving violation tickets and says I have to show up in court on 9/15 at 9:00 AM. He said I have to have my emission and inspection done in 15 days or I will have my car taken and my licence suspended! Wow, I never even got a point on my license, not to mention it seems this year alone I have received about 20 tickets. Before he turns away I say, "what did you pull me over for?" he says, "you inspection and emission stickers." I said, "You could see that ALL the way over there? Wow you have good eyes." I think he was bullshitting.
So...I thought I had extra money in my pocket, but I guess I have to go. I have to do it eventually anyway...I was kind of hoping to be able to skip a year. I am only 4 months away. LOL. Why cant we be like other states? like NJ for instance, they don't need inspection stickers yearly. Why do we need to?
This is a basic blog about my twin girls and the histerical stories and learning I gain from them. They're names are Cherokee and Dakota they are four years old, and we are expecting another little person. I hope you enjoy these stories as they are to make you smile as they do me.
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