Monthly Archives: September 2011

You can’t fix stupid.

Standard

No matter how much one tries it just isn’t possible to get someone to see the error of their waves. Even though it is quite tempting to smack them with a 2 x 4 you will not get the results you wanted.

Two separate people, quite a similar story. Both have done something that was a large commitment such as adopting a pet when they’ve complained of money woes- utilities being shut off, bankruptcy, lack of job, etc. You get the picture. In the same breath that they tell you this they go on to complain about not being able to afford something or two weeks later can’t afford an appointment that is much needed for a child or ask family to pay for photos of the child if they want one because they just can’t afford it. Even comments about not affording certain things for the pet they have.

I’m like seriously??! *FACEPALM*

I’m not perfect, but these two separate people are making a very similar mistake and I know they aren’t alone. I know we’ve all made a stupid mistake in our past, but damn. I hope someone would whack me upside my head if I did or thought something similarly stupid.

I can’t even begin how irritating it is to listen to someone prattle on all their woes and then go on to purchase frivolous items or pets or intentionally get pregnant and then they are back to complaining about their woes.

There is so much more I could say here and I could probably say it so much better than I have. I told you I’m not perfect.

Advertisements

The goldfish will eat you in your sleep…

Standard

This kind of all started over snacks parents bring to preschool. Yes, exactly. Something trivial as snacks.

How did I end up with goldfish eating people? Let me explain.

On a popular pregnancy and mothering board, a thread was started about what types of snacks we brought to school for our children’s classmates. The mother prefaced that she was an organic, non-processed feeding mother. I replied thinking it was just one of those threads where moms answer just to give the original poster an idea of what her child might end up consuming a total of 8 times a month out of a zillion other meals. I was so wrong. I was the third reply and posted listing the approved snacks on our list and how I brought fruit snacks. I immediately was responded to it seems and midst the post I got “What are “fruit snacks” and “What type of “granola bars” do you feed?” Those might not be verbatim, but I am too lazy to go back to look.

Needless to say it kind of set me off and even thinking about it has me riled. Several people I know were alerted of the thread as we all met through this forum and replied in the manners they wished. We came to find the goldfish were some how evil, too, which shocked some other moms who definitely aim to feed non-processed as much as possible.

When did goldfish crackers become the devil? I also wanted to scream, “HEY BITCH- MY FRUIT SNACKS DO NOT CONTAIN PRESERVATIVES, ” or something equally insane, but the forum bleeps words out so I wouldn’t get much joy from saying bitch so I would have to use biotch and the word holds special meaning to some friends. I am dubbed the skinny biotch for the record.

It ended with the original posted apologizing for being condescending and the mother Teresa of the board apologizing while at the same time taking a shot at me. I used to like her, but I swear because I’m a dabble a little in each parenting aspect rather than subscribe to a full on AP (Attachment Parenting), NFL (Natural Family Living) lifestyle she has grown irritated with me.  What can I say? If I don’t set my standards ridiculously high then I can’t end up too disappointment when things go south just because my child ate a goldfish cracker.

Okay, back to the goldfish. I have come to the conclusion that the reason they think the goldfish is the devil is because it will eat them in their sleep. The cracker screams, “YOU DON’T WANT TO EAT MES?!? I WILL EAT YOU THEN!” However, as a cracker the goldfish can’t really scream so the whole thing is just moot and couldn’t really eat someone, but it’s amusing to think about it.