I had this crazy thought... Nah, it would never work.
Posted on 10/02/2014 8:29:47 PM PDT by 2ndDivisionVet
Ideas.
Am I cursing my future children to a life of being social outcasts because mommy wants to feed them green smoothies?
Right now, there are at least a handful of people who I KNOW will never babysit my imaginary, yet-to-be born child. As far as they’re concerned, my baby will be more under wraps than “Blanket” Jackson was. Yes, I want nothing more than to have a full stock of potential babysitters, but sometimes these people—my friends—say things that make me get the Scooby Doo face.
“Your kids ain’t gon have any friends!”
“I’m going to feed your kids McDonald’s when you’re not around.”
“I feel sorry for your children…”(continued)
(Excerpt) Read more at time.com ...
I remember the first McDonald’s opened up in the town in which I grew up when I was about six years old. It was this huge thing to everyone, to the point where I got hyped to eat there. Then I remember eating a hamburger there with my mother, and wondering what the big deal was (I didn’t like it much, at least compared to my mother’s homemade burgers).
I had this crazy thought... Nah, it would never work.
We had twins. Sleep was a luxury. My wife once threw a hand full of Cheerios on the floor to keep the kids entertained so she could take a shower. I'm of the belief that if germs really exist, no one would live past the age of two.
Chick-Fil-A fruit. Maybe.
To each his own...lol. I like kale in my salads, and kale is great in a smoothie. I'd love a box of Ho Hos, but it's not right for me.
Having said that, that woman is an expletive deleted.
Wow! Most of the best gourmet chefs have been and are men!
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they’d never end
We’d sing and dance forever and a day...
This author must be a bi-sexual 17 year old vegan with a control issue.
Yikes! Her kids will continue to be imaginary.
Where do they get these authors from?
I loved candy cigarettes. Remember the bubble gum cigars?
Self-absorbed libtard writer witch. Find your wimpified
husband lurking among the cubicles of almost any newspaper
in the country.
The other day I sat in the waiting room of a rural area
clinic. This particular area became a popular commune
site in the 60s. Hippies/dope growers still populate much
of the region. Across from me sat a thirtyish, tall, and
attractive woman along with her mother and her almost 3yr
old son. The boy was listening to grandma read from a
children’s book while sitting on momma’s lap. He would
pull down on his mom’s V neck shirt and pacify himself on
her nipple, then switch to the other side. Not OK in my
book. The kid was way too old. He was even talking to grandma when not “nursing”. This is kind of future I
imagine for the twit who produced this article.
What are these magic spells which women knew of in ancient times? Was it some sort of tool of the devil?
This woman’s future child will be the nightmare kid who can’t eat ANYTHING at the birthday party, sleep overs etc. etc.
She’ll also be the kid and insists on smugly telling her friends at said party why her diet is so much better and important than the ‘ crap ‘ their eating.
Yeah, she’ll miss out on more than a few play dates.
Most guys worth having will want to slide a rack of ribs into the oven in a cake pan every now and then. I know I do.
She reminds me of a sorority girl I dated. She loved to say, “That’s so sad.”
One day I was really hitting it, and she says, “You’re on my hair.”
Yeah, she’s likely to wind up like that wrapped-too-tight Ice Queen in the movie “Idiocracy”, freezing her eggs & patiently waiting by the telephone for the call from the only guy in the western hemisphere who doesn’t secretly think of, or forthrightly call salads “food that food eats”:
“Oh Sandra, will you please take custody of my gonads?” Paul Perfect
I love kale!
Mixed into a stir fry, sauteed with garlic and olive oil, kale chips - excellent stuff. My mother’s kale plants in her garden are just the best.
But then again, I’m the guy who introduced a friend’s kid to Coca-cola, Dunkin’ Donuts and hot dogs.
That kid never had any of these things before. Everything in moderation - except listing to dingbats like this writer.
No moderation needed - just say no!
Reminds me of the movie “Bedtime Stories”
Adam Sandler’s character has to babysit his sister’s kids who live on wheat germ.
I think he wound up having toothpaste for brekkie be ause there was no food in the house.
The kids wanted him to read a story. He paws through the books.
“The Organic Squirrel Gets A Bike Helmet? I’m not reading that commie crap!”
Loved candy cigarettes, especially in Minnesota winters.
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