tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61890165970734907072024-03-05T11:00:48.798-05:00Purge NegativityIt's normal to complain on occasion. Everyone does it. Anyone who tells you otherwise is deluded (and a liar). But there's no need to let it seep into the happy parts of life. Happy=healthy. This blog is my attempt at (talking to myself and) keeping all the negative together, rounded up, in one place... so the happy can be free of it. Life is good.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-68200226527909443372015-07-20T22:16:00.001-04:002015-07-20T22:16:38.240-04:00WTFWhat the fuck what the fuck what the fuck fuck fuck<br />
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Oh what the fuck fuck fuckUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-70817987492725933082014-08-31T22:34:00.001-04:002014-08-31T22:34:18.003-04:00Facebook... selfiesI feel like I purge a lot about Facebook (if not, I THINK a lot of nasty things about it). I love it; I love the ability to take a little glance at a bunch of people. I mean, I probably truly care about 5% of my "friends" max, but at some point I'm sure I gave a shit about the other 95%, at least a little bit. So it's nice to have access to a "snapshot" of these people, whether I want it or not.<br />
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HOWEVER... you fucking selfie people! I'm not talking about the people who jump in a cute selfie picture WITH A FRIEND. And I'm not talking about the occasional solo selfie (for whatever reason... because you think you look beautiful-- 99% of the actual reason to take a selfie, yet .000001% of the admitted reason-- or anything else).<br />
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I'm talking about you people who CONSTANTLY post selfies because YOU LOVE YOURSELVES. Now, first of all, let me get this out of the way: good for you for loving yourself. More people could stand to love themselves; I think the world would be a happier place. Maybe you've been dieting or working out and the results are showing and you're proud. Be proud, by all means!<br />
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But if you love yourself and CONSTANTLY (I'm talking <i>constantly</i>... one of my "friends" posted FOUR selfies in the last hour alone) post selfies, EMBRACE IT, OWN IT...<br />
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Don't pretend you're posting a picture of your kids (in the background, as you sit there looking sultry in the foreground). Don't pretend you want your FB "friends'" opinions of your necklace. Don't pretend you're showing off your new shoes (here's a hint: a close-up of your shoes would give us all a better look... not a selfie from the roots of your hair, wayyy down your body in your hot pants... finally ending at a pinky-nail sized picture of your hooves). Don't pretend you're sending everyone "Holiday greetings!" by posting a close up of your made-up, creepy-unnaturally-white-teeth face. How is your FACE a holiday greeting? And what about you people who post "weekend activity" selfies? A close up of your fucking head... again... with the post "Heading out to (insert concert/bar/beach here)? I don't see any musicians/drinks/sand in your pictures. If you're telling me you're heading to the beach, I WANT TO SEE THE BEACH. Not your face.<br />
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Look. Just admit it. Why doesn't anyone ever say "Holy fuck, I look SO HOT today!" or "Check out my incredible rack..." or "Have you seen this ass?" We all know that's what you're thinking. We all know. We ALL know you are totally in love and smitten and turned on by yourself, and you are passive-aggressively trying to rope the rest of us in (and don't get me started on the idiots who fall for it-- because there ALWAYS exists as least one-- "Damn girl, you look great!").<br />
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Look... it's bad enough you do it, but worse that you hide behind your stupid excuses for doing it. Own it. Admit it! Or just... back away from the Facebook.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-29267789089226906942014-01-14T00:20:00.000-05:002014-01-14T00:20:47.611-05:00ParenthoodThe movie = brilliant<br />
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The television show = ludicrous<br />
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(The job = best ever)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-25437415801057042902014-01-13T23:52:00.001-05:002014-01-13T23:52:28.501-05:00Watch your kids!I went to the park this week with my family. We brought my son's baseball gear to play a little and practice some skills. He wanted to play but my daughter did not, so she and I played "hide and seek" while my husband and son played some baseball.<br />
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Meanwhile, three little kids... probably 8, 4, 2 years old... kind of, well, adopted us. The older boy stared longingly at my boys while they played ball (until he finally begin to play), and the younger two began to hound me to play hide and seek with us, and to help them reach the monkey bars, and to catch them when they jumped, and to hold their sweaters...<br />
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This doesn't <i>usually</i> bug me. I mean... I generally love kids. Generally. Like, the concept in general. I really do! But admittedly, I am usually indifferent at best to other people's kids (unless I really know them/their parents). So I guess as it gets more specific, I'm indifferent. Kids are kids and they're usually cute and innocent and bah blah blah. I like the children of my friends, and the friends of my children. I'm "meh" about stranger kids but naturally take a bit more of an interest once they start interacting/playing with my kids.<br />
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But I ABSOLUTELY LOATHE being the "playmate" of stranger kids. I loathe it. I am happy to play with my children, and then a few others in like a one-kid radius of that... but stranger kids who rope me into some sort of game or activity really kind of bug me.<br />
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Now... add into that a mom who is sitting mere inches away, nose in her iPad, not even pretending to pay attention or care what her kids are doing. Sure, she could be researching a cure for cancer. Sure. Or she could be instant messaging with a friend who just got a divorce and needs a cyber-shoulder to cry on. SURE. But I don't think that's what was happening.<br />
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I GET THE NEED TO GO TO A PARK AND LET YOUR KIDS JUST PLAY IN A WAY THAT DOESN'T REQUIRE INVOLVEMENT OR INTERACTION BY YOU SO YOU CAN READ PEOPLE MAGAZINE ONLINE. I do! Believe me, I do. I think I might have invented that need, actually. But it's not MY job to give you your "solo park time." It's not MY job to entertain your kids, to play with them, to help them on the monkey bars, to hold their sweaters! I'm happy to do it a little... maybe once or twice. "It takes a village" and all, I know... so I AM a bit happy to help... But come on. I'm a stranger after all. And I have kids of my own. And I'M NOT YOUR BABYSITTER.<br />
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So look up every once in a while. Check on your kids. Make sure they're happy. Make sure they're still there for crying out loud. And please... if you see your kids ya know, INCESSANTLY HOUNDING ME, please intervene.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-10651129287522242262013-11-09T12:32:00.000-05:002013-11-09T19:12:05.508-05:00HELP! Help?<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">You know when people try to "help" you... and that "help" simply makes more work than if they <i>didn't </i>"help"? That makes me bonkers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">But how about adults? Ya know, when they offer to help, and you say no (or maybe you actually give them a suggestion! which they promptly ignore) and they do what they want anyway that they "think would help" and they make the job for difficult, drawn out, annoying, time-consuming or difficult altogether.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-61489757837999049952013-11-08T15:17:00.000-05:002013-11-08T15:17:17.820-05:00Hieeee! 'member me?Hello my fabulous followers! Oh. I mean my fabulous follower? Oh. Maybe I mean myself. I might be talking to myself. Am I the only one who reads this blog? Meh, oh well. I could do worse. I'm a REALLY good listener...<br />
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It's been almost two years (to the day!) since my last post. Know why? It's because EVERYTHING HAS BEEN SO WONDERFUL AND PERFECT AND LOVELY AND BEAUTIFUL for the last two years! That's right-- every day has been filled with sunshine, rainbows, kittens, Hershey kisses, sleeping late, nights out with friends, soft green grass, picnics, date nights, and six-pack abs!<br />
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<i>Liar.</i><br />
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Ugh. Fuck. I forgot that the ONE (and only) detriment to talking to yourself is that you can rarely get away with lies.<br />
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Anyway, I haven't purged in two years. I mean... not <i>here</i>. I HAVE PURGED in many other ways but I am trying to shift that focus back here to this place where negativity loves company. I want it away from the good in my life. So...<br />
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I'm b<i>aaaaaaaaaaa</i>ck!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-67151648810054886572011-11-13T23:35:00.001-05:002011-11-13T23:35:50.512-05:00Fuck thisSomething's gotta give.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-83254750161597185212011-10-10T15:25:00.000-04:002011-10-10T15:25:45.182-04:00Freeloaders.I am here because I wanted to c/p the blog URL for a friend (welcome back, J!) and I started reading some of this stuff. This is all such fabulous stupidity. But I love it so!!<br />
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Here's a thought that has crossed my mind (a million times over the past handful of years). Maybe I have even blogged about it already. Who knows. I can't be bothered searching through the posts to find out (I really need to start labeling)...<br />
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I am a Democrat but, like many Democrats, have more than one shining Republican opinion/characteristic. Maybe I should say liberal/conservative? Whatthefuckever.<br />
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Here is the shining R/c characteristic I choose to share today: I HATE FREELOADERS. I have no problem with people who get assistance... NO problem... as long as they are legitimately and consistently trying to help themselves and to help better their specific situations. But if they are just sucking the rest of us dry whilst sitting on their entitled, lazy, waste-of-life asses, they should be chopped up and sold for parts.<br />
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At least then they'd be contributing.<br />
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Have a great day!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-74119431824077812962011-08-06T17:42:00.000-04:002011-08-06T17:42:37.836-04:00I'm still new to this, so...SOMEONE please tell me... is it totally unreasonable to expect a 4.5-year-old to CALM <span style="font-size: xx-small;">the fuck</span> DOWN when asked? For at LEAST one whole minute after said request was made?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-18493883386144408092011-03-21T23:04:00.000-04:002011-03-21T23:04:44.271-04:00a letter. to you.dear people who know who they are (or worse, people who don't),<br />
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i do not have to explain, defend, or justify the choices i make in my life. not about work, not about breakfast, not about the color of my socks or the shows i watch(ed back when i could watch tv).<br />
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you don't like my choices? you don't have to! mind your own business (novel concept), make your own choices and keep your nosey, self-righteous, egocentric, indulgent ass out of my way. because all you're doing is pissing me off to the point where i have to purge about it and you know what? i don't have fucking time for this.<br />
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love ya! mean it!<br />
kUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-26902165669063781462011-03-13T18:37:00.000-04:002011-03-13T18:37:23.836-04:00OH MY FREAKIN' GOD....I seriously cannot tolerate people right now. Well, just certain people.... that happened to be related to me...by marriage (though some of the ones not related by marriage aren't winning points either... but another post for another day...) I get SO pissed off at people that have a history of heart disease and then are shocked and surprised when they end up BACK in the hospital with congestive heart failure when they have done NOTHING to keep this from happening. Not liking vegetables or, you know, not walking around the fucking block WILL send you back to the hospital. And seriously, how long will your employers continue to pay for your bad health choices. WHILE we are at it, living with a woman that has missed more days at work than having attended due to flu and other ailments...and NOW is having to apply for medical leave in order to not have to resign, due to high blood pressure, borderline diabetes, and numerous other health issues (obesity included) is all well and good...but take a hint. It is not because jobs are too stressful, it is because you CHOOSE to eat poorly and CHOOSE not to walk or get ANY exercise, so take a fucking hint and MOVE YOUR ASS! sigh.<br />
AND ANOTHER THING, getting knocked up by a 34 year old when you are 20 and he wants nothing to do with you, IS NOT A TEST FROM GOD....IT IS STUPIDITY IN DECISION MAKING. Saying that this is an ACTUAL pregnancy and not some desperate attempt to convince said boy (cause that IS what he is) to love you and take care of you, you NEED to fucking see a doctor. You NEED to fucking file for Medicaid. You NEED to fucking figure out what the hell you are going to do. Since apparently college is too difficult, as you have flunked out 2 times in as many years. One hopes that he Dollar General sees fit to keep you on. And no, going to work when you feel like shit is no fun, but you get ZERO sympathy from me. And again, this is not God testing you, so stop blaming a higher power for your idiocy.<br />
Now, to concentrate on my blood pressure coming back down from the stress of this week.erin jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142634296838651520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-33602283602651845732011-01-05T00:17:00.000-05:002011-01-05T00:17:20.194-05:00Gun. Head.So because I am resourceful (and fairly technologically savvy), I know who reads this blog. I know who, how, when, where, and I can probably guess why. And while it's embarrassing to be throwing f-bombs around when not everyone is the f-bomb-throwing-type (a big "sorry" specifically to my/D's families), I must remind myself that this is <em>my</em> space to barf out all this hatred and anger and aggression so that I don't let it get out in my house, around my family, around my friends. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Uhh. I'm not always successful at that last part, but believe it or not, I do try.</span><br />
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So if you are a reader and you don't like what you see, I would suggest you stop reading. I know, I know... it's like a train wreck and you can't help but look. But then realize that <em>you</em> are electing to wade in my shit... I'm not forcing you here.<br />
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You'll find me here on the bad days. I am very lucky in that this blog doesn't illustrate the overriding theme of my life... I have a great life. No one better than the three people who live here with me. No one! I am humbled by the thought of them every day.<br />
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But I still get all in my head and make myself berserk every once in a while. I am the type-A, high stress, anxious type, yes. I have good days and bad days like everyone else (well... like the honest people who can admit that life isn't always sunshine and rainbows). And this is the place I go on the bad days, when the monster needs to breathe. Thankfully it's not too often. And the rest of the time I am <em>talking to myself</em> in my "happy place" (a very select few know what I mean).<br />
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You can call me what you want, but I'm a realist. Life could be worse-- YES! So ridiculously worse. But sometimes I hold pity parties and at those pity parties I obsessively think about how much "better" life can be. Not perfect... just perfect to me.<br />
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This week's been rough. It has reminded me that I have a lot of self-improvement to work on this year. I have a lot of getting over myself to do. That's my business. Why don't you work a little on getting over yourself too? Last I heard, no one is perfect.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-6771718859597050662010-12-17T21:20:00.001-05:002010-12-17T21:53:50.435-05:00oh grow the fuck up...sigh. stop lying. if you don't want to breast feed, just say it. don't lie and say you were unable to. if you don't want to do cloth diapers, just say so, don't blame your husband. and for god's sake, if you aren't going to try these things DO NOT ask others to supply you with formula and diapers because you CANNOT possibly afford all this AND have a toddler. IF you knew all this BEFORE you got pregnant, then, um why? AND while we are at it... you need to report that you are married and suck it up like the rest of us married people that, you know, don't lie. we ALL are having problems with money. so if you didn't get the memo that mom's are overworked and underslept (yes i know it's not a word) then maybe, just maybe you should have stopped at one because NO ONE FEELS SORRY FOR YOU! in fact, all of this pretty much makes you a super huge gigantic mega selfish bitch.<br />
AND FURTHERMORE don't fucking post about all the furniture you HAVE to buy for new baby and all the things you HAVE (that you bought...we KNOW you did) for your NEW playroom...AND THEN complain about no money. GROW THE FUCK UP!erin jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142634296838651520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-40955782926039439832010-11-28T20:59:00.000-05:002010-11-28T20:59:30.675-05:00FUCK YOUUUUUUi just went to edit my god post and deleted it by accident. HEEEE HEEEEEE maybe god made me do it.<br />
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anyway, i'll just get to the point because i'm afraid of getting hit by lightning or whatever. if god doesn't give you anything you can't handle, explain suicide.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-71452417604251144102010-11-28T20:57:00.000-05:002010-11-28T20:57:16.514-05:00Classic middle childI am ready for my turn now. Everyone gets help. A lot of it. All the time. I need it too. I exist too.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-75977974021869528032010-11-11T10:00:00.002-05:002010-11-11T10:00:33.410-05:00Gross.I hate it when people refer to kids as "delicious." It's just gross to me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-9799302379110883142010-11-06T19:24:00.000-04:002010-11-06T19:24:48.942-04:00wordyOH MY GOD, WITH THE 577645343456790890908656453456789-WORD-LONG FACEBOOK STATUS UPDATES!!!!!! SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-71775264286424729412010-11-04T07:47:00.000-04:002010-11-04T07:47:34.695-04:00Step away from the computer...OH. MY. GOD.<br />
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People who can't spell or put together a coherent sentence/thought should NOT be allowed to post in public forums, Facebook, etc. My head aches trying to figure out the crap that some people spew. Do you seriously speak that way in real life? Is the problem between your head and your fingers, or are you simply THAT STUPID?<br />
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I am not the best communicator. I can be wordy. I make grammatical mistakes. I have plenty of misspellings. But SOME PEOPLE are just awful and should stay away from posting. Have you ever heard of punctuation?! How about a dictionary? Bill Gates even dumbs it down for you-- use spellcheck. Shiiiiit.<br />
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And This Whole Thing? Not Allowed, Not Correct, Nonsensical, What The Fuck.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-5752235714641281772010-10-29T22:36:00.009-04:002010-11-01T15:01:40.483-04:00Full of yourself.Look, people. NO ONE loves YOU, your kids, your new car, your life like you do. Sure, you're nice. Sure, your kids are cute. But you are (and you should be) the one who is the most interested. Please don't assume the rest of the world cares as much as you do.<br />
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One of the (many) things that makes me crazy is people who shove photo albums, digital cameras, phones in your face filled with pictures of <i>their kids</i>. Uhhhh. Okay. Yes. Please, I'd like to spend this time right now looking at pictures of KIDS. And even better, looking at pics of kids that ARE NOT MINE. Get that shit out of my face STAT. If I (pretend to) want to see them I will politely lie to you and gush with the most genuinely fake "Awww!"s and "Soooo cute!"s that I can muster up. And I'll live with it because I'M the one feigning interest. But if I don't ask to see them or I turn away the second I see you obnoxiously shove your pictures in someone else's face, then get that shit out of MY face.<br />
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At the very least, post your pics in a place that people can voluntarily see them (or not) at their own discretion and at a time that is most convenient to them. I actually enjoy looking at some friends' FB pictures! I voluntarily visit the pages, albums, blogs, and posts of people I like and I truly enjoy getting a look into their lives that way. So do it that way. Let people come to YOU.<br />
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By the way, the people I am talking about here (you know who you are) are the same people who comment on pictures of their own kids on other people's FBs but NEVER comment on anyone else's kids. Like, would it kill you to say "What a sweet picture!" about someone other than yourself or your own children? Meanwhile, other people say nice things about your kids. YOU can't say anything nice about anyone but yourself. SELF-INDULGENT, SELF-CENTERED people. You suck.<br />
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PS: Disclaimer: This post is about a very specific type of person. And for the record, I am not evil (contrary to popular opinion)-- I DO like to look at pictures of other people, their houses, their vacations, their kids, their haircuts, etc. I really do! Just not when they are SHOVED in my face, and especially not when these same obnoxious shovers can't/don't bother commenting on anyone else's pictures. Like, the "LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT MY KIDS! Who cares about you and yours" people. YOU SUCK.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-24073053882798419812010-10-26T16:05:00.000-04:002010-10-26T16:05:03.367-04:00Just cause kids eat free...Doesn't mean that this is an open invitation for a free for all. There are other patrons in the joint. Not all kids are as crazy as yours. And when you get in line, MAYBE you know what to order and not turn around, look at the crowd behind you and say, "Wow, we beat the crowd." NO asshole, you are CAUSING the crowd because you are IDIOTS. And, by the way, while we are at it, the ABSOLUTE WRONG thing to say to me AFTER your kid has picked up an empty beer container and SMASHED it into the ground throwing shards of glass DANGEROUSLY close to my kid, is, "Oh , did my kid do that?" WHAT?!?! Am I your nanny? AM I SUPPOSED to be watching YOUR child? And after it happens is it REALLY MY responsibility to make sure your child, who by the way is still horsing around and laughing, and quite frankly, is thinking of doing it all over again, doesn't STEP into the broken glass and have to ASK him to MOVE so the VERY efficient staff of the eatery can come clean up the mess YOUR kids made. And after ALL this, shouldn't YOU make sure your wild ass kid sits his ass down and eats quietly instead of running all over the place almost hitting people in the head with his balloon sword.<br />
Rest assured, you are an idiot and your children are THOSE children. Please consider keeping them at home on the next kids eat free night... really.erin jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142634296838651520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-24951904928671147112010-07-04T22:55:00.001-04:002010-07-04T22:57:42.462-04:00Doorknobs learn faster than you do.<span style="font-size:180%;">KEEP YOUR SICK CHILD AT HOME TO GET BETTER. GIVE HIM SOME TIME TO RECOVER AND HEAL, AND KEEP HIM AND THE GODDAM FUCKING CONTAGIOUS FUCKING GERMS THE FUCK AWAY FROM EVERYONE ELSE. FUCKING SELFISH CLUELESS FUCKING IDIOT.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-79594227717919336432010-06-24T16:22:00.004-04:002010-06-24T16:26:53.179-04:00Just dye already.LOL. Really? A natural blonde, huh? Riiiight. OH and obviously that was a good and responsible choice during your pregnancy. Mom of the year! But you already knew that, <span style="font-style: italic;">Debbie</span>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-69829292002621703742010-05-30T15:31:00.004-04:002010-05-30T15:47:58.891-04:00Zzzzzzzzzz...I just have to say that the person who thinks that work-out-of-the-home parents need <span style="font-style: italic;">more</span> sleep so that they can function at their (professional, salaried) jobs was OBVIOUSLY a work-out-of-the-home parent.<br /><br />I'm not saying work-out-of-home parents don't need sufficient rest. I know that my fabulous husband needs sleep so that he can function at work. I get it. But why does "society" think that I, as a stay-at-home-mom (of a newborn AND a toddler, no less) need any <span style="font-style: italic;">less </span>sleep to be able to function myself?<br /><br />My husband is amazing. He's up at night, he's up early in the morning. He helps me, he lets ME get sleep at the expense of his own sleep. I try to be quiet when I get up at night to change and feed the baby, but inevitably, there is noise. So I know his sleep suffers. Yet still he gets up when the baby won't go back to sleep after eating, and he walks her or rocks her or holds her... so that <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I</span> can sleep. He is amazing!!<br /><br />But still, there are SOME PEOPLE out there who think the non-work-out-of-home parent needs less sleep. Sure. MY job is important too, and I could benefit from rest. I'M likely to get sick from lack of sleep too, you know.<br /><br />I'm very lucky to be part of an incredible parenting TEAM. Still, SOCIETY always seems to have an opinion. And it seems to have found its way to me yet again. Shut it, society.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-33584171359255501312010-05-18T23:28:00.001-04:002010-05-18T23:28:56.417-04:00AngerI have neglected my own blog. I am neglecting it right now to write this. There are much happier things in my life that deserve the kind of attention that I am giving to a situation that has been brought to my attention and it makes this hurt even more.<br />
Sometimes I think that you can define a word better by defining what that word isn't. For example bravery:<br />
It is NOT brave to go out and have unprotected sex with strangers. It is NOT brave to have said unprotected sex with strangers and NOT tell them the TRUTH about your HIV status. It is in fact the exact opposite.<br />
It is also NOT brave to then feel horrible about the situation and feel sorry and then blog about it to the whole wide fucking world. It's also very much NOT OKAY.<br />
It is not for me to judge how you live your life. You want to be in an open relationship, that is your choice. HOWEVER, you INFECTING others with a horrible disease. <br />
I'm sorry that you have HIV. It is a horrid disease and I believe that no one deserves it. But if you have so much shame in your life that you can not answer a LIFE and DEATH question TRUTHFULLY, then DON'T FUCKING HAVE SEX!!!! It's not a matter of who is trusting, it's not a matter of how much you drank, it's not a matter of being in the heat of the moment...it's a matter of being able to take responsibility of your own actions.<br />
You are NOT brave for going through this because YOU FUCKED UP. People telling you that you are brave are ignorant assholes. You seem to have a very good support system that strokes your ego when needed.<br />
Please stop asking for people to support you for money for you AIDS walk. Why don't you do your part for the fight against AIDS by STOP SPREADING IT! <br />
That is someone's kid. That is someone's best friend. And while I understand you too are these things... you then UNDERSTAND first hand what it feels like. Fuck you for being the asshole that may take this person away from them. <br />
EVERYONE has struggles. Everyone has addictions. Everyone has moral obligations. YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL. You ARE NOT brave.<br />
What you did was wrong. What you did is, in my opinion, unforgivable. You want to live a Buddist way of life, then I think you have some atonement for you actions.<br />
Unfriend. Block. You are no longer welcome in my life.erin jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142634296838651520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189016597073490707.post-87586604426755884452010-04-29T22:53:00.000-04:002010-04-29T22:53:16.836-04:00STOP BEING A PIMP!!!Holy Monkey... Please stop asking me to vote for you cutest kid every 5 minutes. Please stop sending me messages. It's annoying and makes me want like the picture just so I can unlike it. Maybe your 9768234569876 friends don't want to have to deal with the 9768234569875 notifications that will surely follow as the people who finally DO like you picture will feel obligated to say stupid shit like: "OMG she is soooo cute!" or "What a fun pic!" or "Just getting around to voting! You know I think she's the cutest ever!"<br />
What's more, what the hell kind of standard are you setting this child up for? She's not good enough if she doesn't win a cutest baby contest? Are you fucking kidding me? You can't even use the standard excuse that pageant mom's use... "Oh it's money to send her to college." (WHATEVER!)<br />
Posting one announcement is fine. Let people know. But DUDE, STOP posting something every hour on the hour and sending messages to those who haven't voted. Get a clue. I AM NOT VOTING FOR YOUR CHILD THAT YOU ARE PIMPING OUT! <br />
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PS if you do this, you will be hidden and possibly unfriended... shit like this makes me want to hit things.erin jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142634296838651520noreply@blogger.com3