My darling daughter, Hailey aka Twin A, dragged her straw out of her milk cup and spit milk across the kitchen floor. Whether by accident or on purpose (I never can tell with two yr olds) I grudgingly retrieved the mop from the hallway and let it glide across the floor to erase the evidence of her mealtime creativity. It is one of those days, and I couldnt care less about milk splatters across the floor, fingerprints on the walls, dvds scattered to the four corners of the livingroom. My head is pounding, my eyes are sore, and my throat is scratchy. I've been fighting this awful cold for over a week now, possibly a new record for me as far as illnesses go, and it has officially won. All I want to do is go back to bed and sleep until it leaves my system. "Mommy I want animal crackers!" Hannah (Twin B) yells, as she throws the remainder of her jam sandwich on the floor. Obviously sleep is not a current possibility.
To make my day THAT much more of a disappointment, I spent two days even while being ill, drawing up a logo that my dad requested for his golf team. Today I get a reply email for my efforts saying its too complicated for the intended purpose, and to shelf the idea. So now, I get an ego blow to go with my nose blowing. How perfect. It is however, a good reminder as to why I dont do anything artistic for a living. Rejection of something one puts so much effort into is quite discouraging.
So even amongst the sneezing and coughing, achey head, and rejection, I stoop to pick up the discarded jam sandwich, and open up the animal cookies for the demanding trio of youngsters in front of me. This is my motherhood reality. It is the one that hits me when I realize that no matter how crappy, physically or mentally, I might feel, those little mess makers are above it all. Thankfully after all this time, as a defense mechanizsm, taking care of them has become almost as natural as breathing. Sure I am looking forward to the day that throwing food isnt the way they signal they're done with a meal (I have hope, my 5yr old has moved passed it!) As a mom, however, it is a small comfort to know that their needs move me beyond a sick unsuccessful artist, and that will get me through the day!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Pop Culture is Da Debil!
Edward and Bella's eternal love and intense devotion is going to corrupt the youth of 2010. Well, I guess that's the opinion of a few parents who are against the whole Twilight series for various reasons. If you believe those parents, the four part book series is teaching women to go after abusive and controlling men (or vampires if you're going to be super specific). The not so obsessed nay-sayers are just content to have people believe the series is poorly written in its entirety. I'm not contesting that the Vampire/Werewolf/human love triangle is penned by the next Shakespeare, but for me, as a work of fiction it is quite entertaining. The controversy I've found now since reading the books, and watching the movies, is even MORE entertaining. I've found people who've psycho analyzed every bit of each book and movie to such an extreme, they see evil where none truly exists.
The bigger issue, in my humble opinion, is fear. Parents are fearful that impressionable youth will see these books as socially acceptable bibles, and take in every word as gospel truth. I just dont see how a fictional account of Vampires and Werewolves can be treated so seriously. I DO know that there are a few die-hard fans out there who will become obsessive, for sure. The lady I saw drag all four of her kids to the theater to see 'Eclipse' the latest movie in the series, is a great example of gone-too-far. Her youngest wasnt even 3yrs old and screamed through the action scenes, absolutely terrified. The fact that she NEEDED to see the movie badly enough to drag all her kids with her, is an example of an obsessive personality.
However, these over-involved dramatic vampire/werewolf lovers are NOT unique to this generation, they're not even unique to the Twilight phenomenon. No, sadly there are dense, easily influenced young people in every generation. In my generation, there were teens being abused by controlling guys, getting pregnant, getting used, well before Stephanie Meyer ever dreamed up her first glittery and intense bloodsuckers. Back then we had Marylin Manson with his non-existant eyebrows and weird piercings being blamed for corrupting the youth of the 90's. Before that, The Beastie Boys were Rasing Hell. I believe at one point even Elvis was accused of influencing impressionable young girls with all his pelvic girations on stage.
I honestly think the energy that goes into exposing every pop culture phenomenon for every single flaw (imagined or real) would be better spent on the children themselves. Imagine if all that outrage was channeled into raising kids who can think for themselves, who make informed choices and learn from their mistakes! Strong minded kids who are not afraid to speak their minds, who wouldnt dream of letting some other teen control their actions or decision making. Sure kids are still going to make mistakes, but those mistakes are not a product of the music they listen to, the books they read, the shows they watch. Any error in judgement by such young adults is quite simply a stepping stone on the path to awareness and eventual adulthood.
Parents simply cannot blame the inability to learn from mistakes on one specific source. There are much much deeper issues at play when a teen will let him/herself be manipulated, find themselves in dangerous situations continuously, or make the same uneducated decisions over and over. Sure it would be nice to turn off the outside world completely, when it comes to raising kids. Some parents would relish the thought of never having to hear another lyric from Boy George, Hanson, or Justin Bieber. In the real world here though, as the caregiver to such intellectual sponges as kids often are, one needs to work WITH all of the outside influences and raise a well-rounded child to a well-rounded adult.
Obviously I'm pretty early on in my own child-rearing journey, but once Justin Bieber has sang his last ballad, Edward and Bella are but a distant memory, someone/something else will be out there to catch the attention of my children. One thing will not change however, and that is my commitment to keep them grounded and open-minded. That way, they may read, watch, and listen to whatever they find entertaining without me fearing for their eternal souls.
The bigger issue, in my humble opinion, is fear. Parents are fearful that impressionable youth will see these books as socially acceptable bibles, and take in every word as gospel truth. I just dont see how a fictional account of Vampires and Werewolves can be treated so seriously. I DO know that there are a few die-hard fans out there who will become obsessive, for sure. The lady I saw drag all four of her kids to the theater to see 'Eclipse' the latest movie in the series, is a great example of gone-too-far. Her youngest wasnt even 3yrs old and screamed through the action scenes, absolutely terrified. The fact that she NEEDED to see the movie badly enough to drag all her kids with her, is an example of an obsessive personality.
However, these over-involved dramatic vampire/werewolf lovers are NOT unique to this generation, they're not even unique to the Twilight phenomenon. No, sadly there are dense, easily influenced young people in every generation. In my generation, there were teens being abused by controlling guys, getting pregnant, getting used, well before Stephanie Meyer ever dreamed up her first glittery and intense bloodsuckers. Back then we had Marylin Manson with his non-existant eyebrows and weird piercings being blamed for corrupting the youth of the 90's. Before that, The Beastie Boys were Rasing Hell. I believe at one point even Elvis was accused of influencing impressionable young girls with all his pelvic girations on stage.
I honestly think the energy that goes into exposing every pop culture phenomenon for every single flaw (imagined or real) would be better spent on the children themselves. Imagine if all that outrage was channeled into raising kids who can think for themselves, who make informed choices and learn from their mistakes! Strong minded kids who are not afraid to speak their minds, who wouldnt dream of letting some other teen control their actions or decision making. Sure kids are still going to make mistakes, but those mistakes are not a product of the music they listen to, the books they read, the shows they watch. Any error in judgement by such young adults is quite simply a stepping stone on the path to awareness and eventual adulthood.
Parents simply cannot blame the inability to learn from mistakes on one specific source. There are much much deeper issues at play when a teen will let him/herself be manipulated, find themselves in dangerous situations continuously, or make the same uneducated decisions over and over. Sure it would be nice to turn off the outside world completely, when it comes to raising kids. Some parents would relish the thought of never having to hear another lyric from Boy George, Hanson, or Justin Bieber. In the real world here though, as the caregiver to such intellectual sponges as kids often are, one needs to work WITH all of the outside influences and raise a well-rounded child to a well-rounded adult.
Obviously I'm pretty early on in my own child-rearing journey, but once Justin Bieber has sang his last ballad, Edward and Bella are but a distant memory, someone/something else will be out there to catch the attention of my children. One thing will not change however, and that is my commitment to keep them grounded and open-minded. That way, they may read, watch, and listen to whatever they find entertaining without me fearing for their eternal souls.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Nobody's Girl
Once, quite a long time ago, Michelle Wright's song "Nobody's Girl" was a tune with which I identified with immensely. Most particularily the chorus, which, for those who are not familiar, goes like this: ........ "She's nobody's girl, she walks this road alone, nobody's girl, she knows she's on her own in this world... She's some kind of devil, some kind of saint. And if her hands are dirty, well her spirit aint." .......... Well, that was me then. I thought I'd stay nobody's girl till I was old and grey, I had such bizarre luck with men. Then I met Jon. At that point I finally figured I was shedding the nobody's girl persona. We had kids, we got married, certainly I was somebody's girl now! Like all things in life however, change works its way into every situation. That brings us to the present. Sure I'm Jon's girl now, his wife, mother of his children, so why does Nobody's Girl play through my head with increasing frequency these days?
I love him, I love my kids, I even really love the woman I've grown into. Problem is, Jon doesnt love the woman I've become. This new woman doesnt clean enough for him. She doesnt spend enough time with him, listening to his day, his problems, his successes. She doesnt take care of the kids well enough, do enough stuff around the house by herself without asking for help. She is on her computer too much, her phone too much, in her own little world too much. So Jon thinks, with enough 'helpful' criticizm, this new woman will change into something he's more comfortable with. Problem. What if I do not want to change? That's the thing however, this entire time I HAVE been changing! Certainly I am not even a shadow of the young girl who fell in love with a handsome and charming guy many years ago. I have young kids to think of, along with my own sanity to continue saving.
He wants us to spend more time together, but who wants to spend time with someone who always has an ulterior motive? How can I cuddle and do all the things a wife is supposed to do if I know I'm not really the one he wants to be doing those things with? He wants to plan playdates for me, he wants to tell me when I should be logging out of the computer, even when I should be going to bed. There's the next problem. The more he tries to tighten the reigns of control, the further I want to run, and the frequency increases of those haunting lyrics "She knows she's on her own in this world..." Well I know I dont want to be alone, but I certainly dont want someone to mold me for their own benefit. What's a former Nobody's Girl supposed to do?
I love him, I love my kids, I even really love the woman I've grown into. Problem is, Jon doesnt love the woman I've become. This new woman doesnt clean enough for him. She doesnt spend enough time with him, listening to his day, his problems, his successes. She doesnt take care of the kids well enough, do enough stuff around the house by herself without asking for help. She is on her computer too much, her phone too much, in her own little world too much. So Jon thinks, with enough 'helpful' criticizm, this new woman will change into something he's more comfortable with. Problem. What if I do not want to change? That's the thing however, this entire time I HAVE been changing! Certainly I am not even a shadow of the young girl who fell in love with a handsome and charming guy many years ago. I have young kids to think of, along with my own sanity to continue saving.
He wants us to spend more time together, but who wants to spend time with someone who always has an ulterior motive? How can I cuddle and do all the things a wife is supposed to do if I know I'm not really the one he wants to be doing those things with? He wants to plan playdates for me, he wants to tell me when I should be logging out of the computer, even when I should be going to bed. There's the next problem. The more he tries to tighten the reigns of control, the further I want to run, and the frequency increases of those haunting lyrics "She knows she's on her own in this world..." Well I know I dont want to be alone, but I certainly dont want someone to mold me for their own benefit. What's a former Nobody's Girl supposed to do?
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Who really needs Sleep anyway?
There is something odd in the relationship between mental instability and sleep. Well, there is with me anyhow. I wouldn't say I'm seriously mentally unhinged (well I wouldn't, but I'm sure there is someone out there who'd insert a snarky comment) but yet, here I sit at just about one am. I do this every night. I avoid sleep until my eyes just about stage their own strike and close involuntarily. Some nights I've fought it longer than others, but in the end all it really does is guaranty me to be exhausted the next day. I tell myself 'tonight will be different' and 'Tonight I will go to sleep earlier' but yet I never do. I'm somewhat content in dragging my weary self through the day, dependant on caffeine, and the necessity of keeping small children from harm's way as my only motivation to remain conscious.
Yet as I sit here, typing out these late night thoughts, I realize it will not change anything. For whatever reason, in my not so perfect psyche, I like this cycle of sleep deprivation. I like having this late late night time, to think, to watch obscure tv shows, to chat about everything and nothing with Keri. Its when I feel most useful, even if I'm doing nothing remotely productive. I daydream about vampires while catching up on facebook. I plot the next night's supper as I read through posts on my messageboards. And every so often, inspiration hits, and I can work on one of my many creative projects, all while being plugged in to my little piece of cyberspace.
As much as my husband would disagree, this lifestyle I've gotten myself into goes much deeper than a simple addiction to the Internet. Actually, while I was deprived of Internet access for over a year, I found many many ways to stay awake just as much. Some nights I'd just zone out with a solitaire game on my cell phone. Other nights I'd read until the early morning hours. I missed the Internet but only because of how much more productive it made me feel, even if the end result was the same. The nights after I was introduced to the Twilight series were the worst. I read those books till almost dawn sometimes, far surpassing the time I'd ever spend on the net at night!
This is my 'me' time ladies and gentlemen. Some people spend it on a hobby such as bowling nights, or other sports. Some people gamble or drink. Others have their book clubs or parenting clubs. I have cyberspace. This is my world to express the inner me, and why not do it when I am at my best? These precious hours after the kids are asleep, after my husband is asleep, and there is no one to answer to. I miss sleep, sometimes, but 'me' time is phenomenally more important. Like I heard once, years ago "I can sleep when I'm dead".
Yet as I sit here, typing out these late night thoughts, I realize it will not change anything. For whatever reason, in my not so perfect psyche, I like this cycle of sleep deprivation. I like having this late late night time, to think, to watch obscure tv shows, to chat about everything and nothing with Keri. Its when I feel most useful, even if I'm doing nothing remotely productive. I daydream about vampires while catching up on facebook. I plot the next night's supper as I read through posts on my messageboards. And every so often, inspiration hits, and I can work on one of my many creative projects, all while being plugged in to my little piece of cyberspace.
As much as my husband would disagree, this lifestyle I've gotten myself into goes much deeper than a simple addiction to the Internet. Actually, while I was deprived of Internet access for over a year, I found many many ways to stay awake just as much. Some nights I'd just zone out with a solitaire game on my cell phone. Other nights I'd read until the early morning hours. I missed the Internet but only because of how much more productive it made me feel, even if the end result was the same. The nights after I was introduced to the Twilight series were the worst. I read those books till almost dawn sometimes, far surpassing the time I'd ever spend on the net at night!
This is my 'me' time ladies and gentlemen. Some people spend it on a hobby such as bowling nights, or other sports. Some people gamble or drink. Others have their book clubs or parenting clubs. I have cyberspace. This is my world to express the inner me, and why not do it when I am at my best? These precious hours after the kids are asleep, after my husband is asleep, and there is no one to answer to. I miss sleep, sometimes, but 'me' time is phenomenally more important. Like I heard once, years ago "I can sleep when I'm dead".
Monday, February 22, 2010
About a Boy
Some day, I'm going to write a book. I know, I know, I've said that before, I've started many a short story or novel but could never get to the end! Well what if I was to write about all the men I've known over the years? They've all been unique, and special in their own way, and each taught me some valuable lessons. I'd say the good and the bad have been on equal footing too. For as many arrogant jerks, there have been just as many amazing guys who I still call friends, or even best friends to this day! Some of them taught me patience. Some helped my sense of humor grow, and fine tuned my sarcastic ability. Some made my heart break, others went out of their way to help me heal. For every guy who looked down his nose at me, there was one or more waiting with a hug or shoulder to lean on. In the past eighteen years I've known the biggest assholes, and the biggest sweethearts. Although the ones who choose to be arrogant idiots seem to effect me the most, deep down I know they're the ones missing out. I have some pretty good ideas, a pretty good sense of humor, and I can be fiercely loyal. Those who'd rather screw me around or toss me aside are the ones who lose in the end. There's that, and the fact that I'm a pretty good writer, and I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of my scathing review if I were a guy ;)
How about if I make a short list of my favorite negative men, then concentrate on the ones who are REALLY important. First off, my favorite of all time, the one who wouldn't actually come right out and hit me, but felt the need to say "If you were a guy, I'd rip your ugly face off" (that was a great laugh!) A close runner-up was the guy who pointed a rifle at me, but I can dismiss that as typical immature guy stuff as we were both 15. How about in high school when a certain guy decided I needed to be miserable, and began jabbing at me with a meter stick. I doubt he found it as fun, when I twisted the long piece of wood out of his hands, and proceeded to crack him across the back with it. To my amazement, the teacher, who watched the whole thing, asked me if I was done. He took the meter stick and didn't say a single word further. Then there was that arrogant guy who thought he was so cool, with his long coat he'd neatly fold up, and his long hair that required several bathroom trips an outing to keep perfect. It was always a puzzle, wondering why he felt he was so much more important than me.
When I moved to BC, a whole new group of guys presented themselves. Once again, there were the good ones, and the not-so-good ones. The not so good included a guy who got insanely drunk, professed his love for me, then left the very next day. There was the roommate, who hated me for no other reason except I was friends with all his friends. He is the one who offered to rip my face off, but we had many MANY battles before I moved out. There were a few guys who figured I was only good enough if I was willing to fool around with them, one of whom even figured I'd fool around even when I was engaged to another!
How about now, I skip to the good stuff? Although the negative stuff makes for REALLY good story telling and gossip, I'd like to think the positive men in my life have counted for FAR more! To be fair, I'm going to go in order of appearance!
Matt M. and his friend Mark popped into my life when I was 15yrs old. They were the first two guys who thought I would be a worthy friend, and in Matt's case, a girlfriend even! They liked that I didn't dress up, that I could be one of them, yet still speak my mind. Matt was insanely outgoing, extremely funny, and really brought me out of the shell I'd spent 15yrs making for myself. He also is the one responsible for my love of country music, and I will always remember his awesome voice as we sang to Garth Brooks.
Derek is next, and I cant say enough about him. I love him for his compassion, his understanding of me, and the fact that he always knew just what to say to make me smile. I'm extremely lucky to still have him as a best friend, and love that I can tell him anything.
There were two guys named Chris in here too, probably the most opposite guys in just about every way, but still both memorable to say the least. One taught me a love of movies and Bruce Cambell, the other taught me about the Simpson, living without parents, and a strong love of family.
Fast forward to my big move to BC, and there are a whole group of west coast men who have also been amazing and who I couldn't do without. Here I met another Matt, who I owe my life, quite literally. He showed me it was possible to live on my own, be my own person, and that I no longer needed to live with my parents. His charm and tickle torture, his compassion for his friends and family, all of it is invaluable to me. Rob is another who taught me so many life lessons. Some of them harder to learn than others, but if Matt taught me independence, then Rob taught me how to perfect it. From him I learned my current philosophy of "Live each day as if it were your last". I also got a love of contact lenses and motorbikes thanks to him.
Looking back, I realize I've been lucky enough to always have a positive guy for every negative one. For every time Mark did something stupid or Jason attacked me at school, Matt was there to lean on. For every time Chad would act arrogant and better than me, Derek was there to laugh with. For every time Chris would blast his music or insult me, Rob was there to show me how to turn off the power to his room.
So of course, I have saved the best for last. I met Jon because I moved in with him, Rob, and Chris. I didn't really know him though, as someone other than the guy who let food go bad on his pantry shelf. I learned about him as I lived with him that year, and what I learned, I liked. He was a great dad, had a great sense of humor, and his sarcasm seemed at par with mine. I had no idea just how great he was, until I moved out and we started dating. That was when his passion started to show. To steal some Katy Perry lyrics: "We fought we broke up we kissed we made up" Once we decided we didn't want to live without each other, things just haven't been the same since. Other guys can try and work their way in, but they never will get me. Jon vowed to spend the rest of his life with me, and I, him. He gave me three beautiful children, and wonderful dreams for the future. He trusts me enough for me to keep my awesome guy friends, and knows how much they've shaped the woman I am today.
So to all those guys, the good ones who know who you are, and the bad ones who also know; Know that I wouldn't be the person I am today without your help. Those I hold in my heart will always get the best of me, and those who are less than true will always get the worst. You can sit around and wonder now, what stories will make it into my novel, as I have enough to fill at least three or four books! xoxo
How about if I make a short list of my favorite negative men, then concentrate on the ones who are REALLY important. First off, my favorite of all time, the one who wouldn't actually come right out and hit me, but felt the need to say "If you were a guy, I'd rip your ugly face off" (that was a great laugh!) A close runner-up was the guy who pointed a rifle at me, but I can dismiss that as typical immature guy stuff as we were both 15. How about in high school when a certain guy decided I needed to be miserable, and began jabbing at me with a meter stick. I doubt he found it as fun, when I twisted the long piece of wood out of his hands, and proceeded to crack him across the back with it. To my amazement, the teacher, who watched the whole thing, asked me if I was done. He took the meter stick and didn't say a single word further. Then there was that arrogant guy who thought he was so cool, with his long coat he'd neatly fold up, and his long hair that required several bathroom trips an outing to keep perfect. It was always a puzzle, wondering why he felt he was so much more important than me.
When I moved to BC, a whole new group of guys presented themselves. Once again, there were the good ones, and the not-so-good ones. The not so good included a guy who got insanely drunk, professed his love for me, then left the very next day. There was the roommate, who hated me for no other reason except I was friends with all his friends. He is the one who offered to rip my face off, but we had many MANY battles before I moved out. There were a few guys who figured I was only good enough if I was willing to fool around with them, one of whom even figured I'd fool around even when I was engaged to another!
How about now, I skip to the good stuff? Although the negative stuff makes for REALLY good story telling and gossip, I'd like to think the positive men in my life have counted for FAR more! To be fair, I'm going to go in order of appearance!
Matt M. and his friend Mark popped into my life when I was 15yrs old. They were the first two guys who thought I would be a worthy friend, and in Matt's case, a girlfriend even! They liked that I didn't dress up, that I could be one of them, yet still speak my mind. Matt was insanely outgoing, extremely funny, and really brought me out of the shell I'd spent 15yrs making for myself. He also is the one responsible for my love of country music, and I will always remember his awesome voice as we sang to Garth Brooks.
Derek is next, and I cant say enough about him. I love him for his compassion, his understanding of me, and the fact that he always knew just what to say to make me smile. I'm extremely lucky to still have him as a best friend, and love that I can tell him anything.
There were two guys named Chris in here too, probably the most opposite guys in just about every way, but still both memorable to say the least. One taught me a love of movies and Bruce Cambell, the other taught me about the Simpson, living without parents, and a strong love of family.
Fast forward to my big move to BC, and there are a whole group of west coast men who have also been amazing and who I couldn't do without. Here I met another Matt, who I owe my life, quite literally. He showed me it was possible to live on my own, be my own person, and that I no longer needed to live with my parents. His charm and tickle torture, his compassion for his friends and family, all of it is invaluable to me. Rob is another who taught me so many life lessons. Some of them harder to learn than others, but if Matt taught me independence, then Rob taught me how to perfect it. From him I learned my current philosophy of "Live each day as if it were your last". I also got a love of contact lenses and motorbikes thanks to him.
Looking back, I realize I've been lucky enough to always have a positive guy for every negative one. For every time Mark did something stupid or Jason attacked me at school, Matt was there to lean on. For every time Chad would act arrogant and better than me, Derek was there to laugh with. For every time Chris would blast his music or insult me, Rob was there to show me how to turn off the power to his room.
So of course, I have saved the best for last. I met Jon because I moved in with him, Rob, and Chris. I didn't really know him though, as someone other than the guy who let food go bad on his pantry shelf. I learned about him as I lived with him that year, and what I learned, I liked. He was a great dad, had a great sense of humor, and his sarcasm seemed at par with mine. I had no idea just how great he was, until I moved out and we started dating. That was when his passion started to show. To steal some Katy Perry lyrics: "We fought we broke up we kissed we made up" Once we decided we didn't want to live without each other, things just haven't been the same since. Other guys can try and work their way in, but they never will get me. Jon vowed to spend the rest of his life with me, and I, him. He gave me three beautiful children, and wonderful dreams for the future. He trusts me enough for me to keep my awesome guy friends, and knows how much they've shaped the woman I am today.
So to all those guys, the good ones who know who you are, and the bad ones who also know; Know that I wouldn't be the person I am today without your help. Those I hold in my heart will always get the best of me, and those who are less than true will always get the worst. You can sit around and wonder now, what stories will make it into my novel, as I have enough to fill at least three or four books! xoxo
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
MessageBoard No-Nos!
Okay, here is my list of offensive subjects on P.com... feel free to keep updating me!
You may offend someone if you talk about: Tanning, Hair Bows, Gay Preachers, Men carrying purses, breastfeeding, breastfeeding in public, breastfeeding till tenyrs old, Religion, spanking, Wal-Mart, War, abortion, sex (will be deemed inappropriate and moved), SAHP vs WP, welfare, hotdogs, Beer for breakfast, Duct tape, trading coke for presents, soda pop, smoking, midgets, obese people, milk drinking, shopping carts, carseats, Alec Baldwin, Tipping at Sonic, using the word retard or retarded, tv watching, stealing bananas, Bratz dolls, Benadryl, apples, YOGA (the devil's workout), school buses, sweat pants, hand-me-down clothes, Arby's roastbeef sandwiches with cheese, disgruntled daycare workers, Britney Spears, Xterras, trash picking, Floridad, politics, Britax, SUVs, circumcision, kids in bikinis, Po.rn, pacifiers, vaccinations, movie ratings, The Duggars, organic sh!t, elective C-sections, A.N.S and other famous people, the term C U Next Tuesday, respecting authority, room-sharing, baby names, thumb sucking, elective or early inductions, mental illness, nature vs nurture, poor grammar, peeing outside, Harry Potter (witchcraft), Global Warming, male babysitters, slides, trolls and trolling, buying kids cars, holiday spending, schooling of ANY kind, too sexy too soon.... This list is ever-changing, and the topics that will wad panties tomorrow are not necessarily confined to this specific list, so before you post on a message board, BE WARNED! Drama is EVERYWHERE!
You may offend someone if you talk about: Tanning, Hair Bows, Gay Preachers, Men carrying purses, breastfeeding, breastfeeding in public, breastfeeding till tenyrs old, Religion, spanking, Wal-Mart, War, abortion, sex (will be deemed inappropriate and moved), SAHP vs WP, welfare, hotdogs, Beer for breakfast, Duct tape, trading coke for presents, soda pop, smoking, midgets, obese people, milk drinking, shopping carts, carseats, Alec Baldwin, Tipping at Sonic, using the word retard or retarded, tv watching, stealing bananas, Bratz dolls, Benadryl, apples, YOGA (the devil's workout), school buses, sweat pants, hand-me-down clothes, Arby's roastbeef sandwiches with cheese, disgruntled daycare workers, Britney Spears, Xterras, trash picking, Floridad, politics, Britax, SUVs, circumcision, kids in bikinis, Po.rn, pacifiers, vaccinations, movie ratings, The Duggars, organic sh!t, elective C-sections, A.N.S and other famous people, the term C U Next Tuesday, respecting authority, room-sharing, baby names, thumb sucking, elective or early inductions, mental illness, nature vs nurture, poor grammar, peeing outside, Harry Potter (witchcraft), Global Warming, male babysitters, slides, trolls and trolling, buying kids cars, holiday spending, schooling of ANY kind, too sexy too soon.... This list is ever-changing, and the topics that will wad panties tomorrow are not necessarily confined to this specific list, so before you post on a message board, BE WARNED! Drama is EVERYWHERE!
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