Showing posts with label reasons not to have children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reasons not to have children. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

reason #648 I do not have children

mama mama mama MAMA MOMMY MOM
momma mama mama mamma maaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaa
mommeeeeee mommy mimi momo mamamamamamamamamamama
mamamamamamama MOMMY MAMA MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM
momma? momma! MoM!! mom. mom? mom. mamamamamamama.
mamamamam. mommeeee. mommy mommy mommy mommy mommmmmmmmaaaaaaa!!
MOM. MOMMA. MAMAMAMAMAMAMA.

[repeat 24/7 for approximately 18 years]

reasons not to have children

#1,220 - #1,229

complications of pregnancy:

anemia
placenta previa
pre-eclampsia
gestational diabetes
gestational hypertension
placental abruption
low amniotic fluid
high amniotic fluid
cervical insufficiency
death

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

I've got a million of 'em.

Reason #1,219 not to have children:

Seven-year-old steps on a Little Debbie snack cake. Seven-year-old walks all over the courtyard with smushed icing and cake on shoe. Seven-year-old tracks Little Debbie into classroom. Does seven-year-old know he is tracking crap every where? Yes. Does he care? Hell no.

Monday, February 20, 2006

The Crass Picture Show

The Crass Picture Show

In addition to Ms. Mentor, I also love Miss Manners. And I am sick and bloody tired of spending many dollars on a movie experience, only to have morons piss me off. If they're not text-messaging, they're actually talking on the phone. If they're not talking out loud, they're whispering. I particularly hate it when a couple is nearby and the man takes it upon himself to Explain the Movie to his date, who no doubt would be capable of understanding what was happening if he WOULD ONLY JUST SHUT UP for a minute. This happens a lot at sci/fi and fantasy movies, because, you know, science fiction is so Manly and Complicated, no mere girl could possibly understand what is happening.

example: I went to see Pride & Prejudice recently in Pensacola. It is a quiet, subtle movie, and definitely for grownups. A man down the row from me talked in his wife's ear throughout the movie. I mean, a running commentary. In a speaking voice, not a whisper, and he had a deep voice, so the rumble carried over to me. I shushed several times but to no avail. After the movie I stood up, looked at him and said "was that you talking through the whole movie? Maybe you should not talk during movies any more." And his WIFE apologized. Not him, his wife. I'm sure she has learned to tune him out, but for the love of bog, shut up in the movie theater, and talk about it later!! Why bother to pay the prices to see a movie in the theater if you're not going to pay attention to it?

My other recent movie irritation was the woman who said, when I asked her child (very politely) to please not talk during the movie, the mother said "He's talking to me!". Well, so? You should both shut up! Jeebus. He was old enough to understand it, and if he can't sit still and be quiet for 2 hours, she should wait for the movie to be out on video.

Well, and then there are the people who bring very small children to adult movies with scary stuff in them. No two-year-old needs to be in a movie theater watching a PG movie, ever. I expect childish noise at a G-rated kid movie, but not at anything more mature. Do these people not have babysitters? Can they not trade babysitting with friends & family if they can't afford to pay a babysitter?

Sigh. If I'm going to spend twenty bucks, I just want a nice peaceful movie experience, so I can lose myself in the action and not be constantly pulled out of it by rudeness around me. I have a friend who always has to sit in the back row, far away from everybody, so she doesn't end up in a fist fight with some rude bastard.

Miss Manners is right: they need to hire ushers who can boot people out when they're being rude.

Friday, February 03, 2006

Immediate Moratoria

1. Do not take your children to work, every single day, or even just every day after school, and tune them out while they make large noises in the office. In fact, NEVER tune your children out when there are other humans present. Thank you.

2. Cell phone bloopy-beepy noises in pop music. What is that? Do you really want me to turn the music down to see if my phone is ringing? Cut it out!

3. Pajamas in public if you are old enough to walk. Why? WHY? I go to wallyworld as rarely as possible - quarterly at most - and last night, lo! unto my unbelieving eyes, what did I see? Women in pajamas, in public. One was just wearing the pants: shiny blue satiny pants with colorful blobs. (she was also wearing a graying oversized t-shirt with an insufficiently engineered bra). The other was wearing a pastel stripey set, both top and bottom, in jersey. Dear goddess: make it stop. It's not like they had stopped over at the corner-quicky-mart for some orange juice or smokes or something. Wallyworld, full carts, full-on shopping trip. Un-freakin-believable.

That is all.