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DecResearchers found cocaine residue on 9 out of 10 changing stations in the UK.
A nation of coked out babies. This explains so much. So, so much.
Like The Young Ones. And Tony Blair.
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Told you so! on my jun 10 post i stated that people who are just dating shouldnt tattoo names on themselves… these two…yeah they broke up!
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Augwhy is it
Why is it that whenever i do anything for myself….such as this blog…some how it is no longer mine but my kids. i go to the store for retail therapy, and end up with stuff for the kids not me. I go to the grocery for something i like end up with stuff they like instead. I go to get my hair done, and all i can think is “is this easy to do? whats the likelyhood of them getting a hold of my hair and ripping it out? even to the extent i died my hair blond, because the baby liked it better( funny i know but he really did he is partial to blonds, and after i made my hair blond he actually started listening to me better) I start up a blog to vent and end up with all this child related stuff on it… Its funny people always tell mothers they need to do something for theirselves occasionally. So why is it that every time i try to do something for myself it never ends up that way? It seems that my world is really their world and it has been hardwired in my brain that i cant acctually have ME time…can i format my brain? I love my kids to death, they really are my everything, but really…my life before them was like a far off dream.. There are people who continue to live and do the stuff they did before kids after kids, why cant i? Go out on a date, check in constantly with the sitter, do i get to drink? sure one or two cant let the kids see me drunk. Smoke a cigarette? not in front of the kids because their impressionable. Why do i worry so much about what they see and what i do? Because as fun as it was for me to live the life style i used to, thinking of them doing it makes me want to ground them now for what will come in 19 years. I cant even bring myself to ride my husbands motor cycle. we can ride with friends just not on the same bike. What if we have an accident and leave them orphaned to the grandparents? such anxiety and fear since they came along. Do i care to much? Am i just paranoid? What happened to the carefree me? i pushed that out along with the babies. Now i am up tight stick in the mud eat your veggies we are on a schedule mom.
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AugSuper. Awesome. Post.
My wife and I have had a similar conversation about how we would react if either (or both) of our boys came to us and said they are gay. We both said we’d probably do exactly what these parents did.
“Mommy, they are just like me.”
My oldest son is six years old and in love for the first time. He is in love with Blaine from Glee.
For those who don’t know Blaine is a boy…a gay boy, the boyfriend of one of the main characters, Kurt.
This isn’t a ‘he thinks Blaine is really cool’ kind of love. It is a mooning at a picture of Blaine’s face for a half hour followed by a wistful “He’s so pretty” kind of love.
He loves the episode where two boys kiss. My son will call people in from other parts of the house to make sure they don’t miss his ‘favorite part.’ He’s been known to rewind it and watch it over again…and force other to, as well, if he doesn’t think people have been paying enough attention.
This infatuation doesn’t bother me or his father. We live in a very hip-liberal neighborhood, many of our friends are gay, and idea of having a gay son isn’t something that bothers either of us. Our son is going to be who he is, and it is our job to love him. End of story.
He is also six. Six year olds get obsessed with all kinds of things. This might not mean anything at all. We always joke that he’s either gay, or we have the best blackmail material in the history of mankind when he’s a 16 year old straight boy. (Take that naked bath time pictures!)
Then the other day we were traveling across the state listening to the Warblers album (of course), and in the middle of Candles, my son pipes up from the back seat.
“Mommy, Kurt and Blaine are boyfriends.”
“Yes, they are,” I affirm.
“They don’t like kissing girls. They just kiss boys.”
“That’s true.”
“Mommy, they are just like me.”
“That’s great, baby. You know I love you no matter what?”
“I know…” I could hear him rolling his eyes at me.
When we got home I recapped this conversation to his Dad, and we stood simply looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then we smiled.
“So if at 16 he wants to make a big announcement at the dinner table, we can say ‘You told us when you were six. Pass the carrots’ and he’ll be disappointed we stole his big dramatic moment,” my husband says with a laugh and hugs me.
Only time will tell if my son is gay, but if he is I am glad he’s mine. I am glad he has been born into our family. A family full of people who will love and accept him. People who will never want him to change. With parents who will look forward to dancing at his wedding.
And I have to admit, Blaine would be a really cute son-in-law.
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Aug10. There are half-full, brightly-colored plastic cups on the floor in every room. Three are in the bathtub.
9. There’s always that one girl, bawling her eyes out in a corner.
8. It’s best not to assume that the person closest to you has any control over their digestive…(Source: suburbansnapshots.com)
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AugOnce you’re baby becomes a toddler, you will never be on time again. Ever. Not an exaggeration. Your friends will simply assume that when you say you’ll be somewhere at 10 a.m. on Monday, it means 10:30 a.m. And that’s if things go well. If not, it means Thursday. You will also learn how to…
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Everyone is such a cynic when it comes to love & relationships. I have found my best friend, my lover, and my soul mate. Our love is strong, and without him I don’t feel whole. He is my other half, and our hands are meant to fit each others.
(via your-body-is-a-canvas)
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JulFreshman year of college, I went to a local junior college and lived with my parents. For Spring Break they drug me along on their vacation to Biloxi, MS. We were in a small curio shop and my mom and her friends started chatting with the owner, a 60 year old woman with a gravely…
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