Adults Steal Candy From 3 ½ Year Old!
Aren’t the holidays suppose to be about the kids??? Maybe food too but mainly about the kids….
Why is it that my 3.5 year old basically had candy stolen out of his hand twice by two different adults with infants at the Easter egg hunt today? Do these people have no shame? When did the world become so hard up that parents have to steal a tiny candy eggs from a child?
I admit times are tough, but seriously, the tiny egg is not going to prevent starvation or pay the mortgage. I really wanted to take those people out! My mommy instincts were beginning to click and I was about to stomp on their greedy hands and demand they give my son that piece of candy! But I kept my cool. People are just insane and candy is nothing to start a brawl over.
I don’t allow my kids to eat a lot of candy so the less candy they bring home the less I have to eat or throw away but that doesn’t excuse people’s rudeness. They have no idea that I don’t like my big ass (but that’s a whole other story in and of itself)!
Where is the line in the sand? I’m trying to teach my children sharing and manners and here we have a group of adults running through a playground trying to pick up as much candy as they can for their infants! Who are they kidding? The baby isn’t eating it, they are there for themselves!
Greedy bastards!
And people wonder what’s wrong with our youth. The greedy bastards will raise spoiled greedy bastards! Thank goodness my son doesn’t remember the greedy bastards – instead he remembers the race for candy, playing with his friends on the playground, and the beautiful sunny afternoon watching and flying kites!
The day ended in a wonderful way and hopefully all I’ll remember from now on is how much we enjoyed our family and friends today! I’ll take a lesson from my 3.5 year old and view the world from his eyes today! My holidays are about my kids!
Contributed by Guest Blogger Stacie H.
They Jiggle and They Hurt…
Boobs suck!
Of course, this goes against the Male DNA code, but really, who cares. Just yesterday I found out how little I know about boobs. Not surprising as I play on the hetero team, but still, a bit shocking nonetheless.
Let’s take this back a bit and give you some context for my ramblings. I was a 32 B/C for most of my life. I remember days of padded bras and duck tape in the efforts to attract the attention of men. And, I remember days of working out, running and just plain goofing off with no bra and no worries. My biggest concern was a cool breeze.
Then, I was blessed with 2 beautiful children…and, a permanent increase in bra size. Now, I’m a 36 B/C and seriously, I’ve wanted a boob job for 3 years…a reduction that is. Why???
Because they JIGGLE and they HURT!!!!
I can’t workout, run or goof off with the kids without extra support. And, going without a bra, well those days are over. The truth of the matter is that the increase of my breasts has been a literal pain in the bouncing chest region for years and I’ve got a penny jar slowly collecting funds to buy these suckers down.
BUT, I learned exactly how easy I have it yesterday. My girlfriend (she gave me permission to write about her but we’ll keep her name anonymous anyway) has a size F, she might have even said Double F. Now, I had no idea that there was a size F bra, but in reality this isn’t too surprising. It’s only 2 sizes up from D.
What is Shocking…. a size L…
YES, I said L, that’s the twelfth letter of the alphabet. 12 sizes up that you never see in the store. I feel really sorry for someone that has a size L. It must hurt. In Fact, “L” got a boob job and was ecstatic to be reduced to a DD…which would easily fall into a nightmare category for me.
Even an “F” had me a bit freaked out. I think health insurance should cover anyone who wants to reduce the craziness of having to lug anything larger than a D around.
For me, the penny jar is still in operation and when it’s full the 36 C’s I’m lugging around are getting chopped.
You’re the Best Mommy in the Whole Wide World…
No joke, my daughter says this to me everyday. It’s sweet and kind and the best treatment for a bad day in the real world!!!
The real world of grown-ups that is. You know the one where the economy sucks; citizens are going on shooting rampages at an alarming rate; people are killed for sitting on their front porch, going to church, or attending class. The real world where jobs are lost, children are hungry, and your neighbor secretly visits the food pantry every week.
Yeah, that real world. The one that makes you want to scream and laugh and cry all at the same time.
Well, at least I get the gratification and ego-boosting support of my 4-year old. Don’t be jealous. She didn’t come up with this on her own. I’ve been telling her that she’s the “Best Baby Girl in the Whole Wide World” since she entered this world.
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