Good rant. I just discovered that my fav spot in nature is ruined by chain saws, dirt bikes, gravel, logging trucks and lots of garbage. I hate people. Destroyers of everything.
I like you, :-)
I'm "trolling" as much as the rest of y'all. So, the moment I had a child, my brain stopped working AND all free time disappeared. ASSUMPTIONS! OPINIONS! I'm neglecting my lunch break right now, not my kid... But that is nobody's business but my own.
More assumptions. Track those ip addresses, honey, I've got nothing to hide. One of those comments is from me. I am not threatened by you, so why would I threaten you?
Enjoy your cards and socks and the fond memories of eating brunch with mom in a public restaurant. I wish you well and hope the children you bare someday will be well-behaved angels. For real.
Lol! This keeps getting better and better!
Ha. Like i know who sugarspill is in real life. Does calling me names and being rude to me fulfill something for you? Mommy issues? I find your attitude and need to judge me humorous. Get over yourself.
News flash: restaurants are in public. I might be there with a CHILD.
My brunch was delicious, thank you. Only no bloody mary's (had to drive... which I deserve because I'm an adult). My kid sat quietly and sweetly next to me playing iPhone games (I'm sure some portlander has an opinion on that) because, believe it or not, the person that wrote this post is a consistent disciplinarian who respects public space, but also her child.
The earlier post was extremely entertaining to me, particularly the comments. I am equally entertained by the comments here. You know why I'm so entertained? None of you live in my home so I don't give a fuck what you think about my parenting... and yet all of you have an opinion.
He's vaccinated, you know. He also drinks pasteurized milk and eats wheat and dairy products on a daily basis. OH! And he's medicated... yep, MEDICATED. You don't know what for, but I'll bet a bunch of you will have an opinion about it. Assumptions, opinions; opinions, assumptions... all coming from people who have never had a child in their care for more than a few hours. My brain cells were fried at the moment of conception and your brain works better than mine, you'd better use your better brain to save my child from a crappy adulthood. Quick, give me your genius opinions.
PS. I would not be caught dead in an IHOP (unless it is the one across the street from Disneyland).
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