Love it!

[Ponine]

Originally Posted by Eliza Hodgkins 1812

“I’d rather eat you, Uterus, than be a single mother. Women who are capable, wonderful, loving single mothers have something that I lack: patience, determination, backbones, courage, energy…”

Okay... I never had backaches, never lactated throguh my blouse, and I tend to get clothes for the kid before myself.

But that second one.... hmm.. offhand compliment if you ask me. Though I dont feel that i have a backbone, or determination.

Personally, I love that people seem to think that us mothers are always happy, and dont long to be able to hang out with the gals.
I want to really!!! I love it that some men dont see child rearing as a part of their makeup.

[SacTown Chronic]

I love that I placed an order with Amazon and didn't remember to update my account with our new address until after my order shipped.

Love it!!!

[MickeyD]

I love it when a school district has their Spring Break over the same week since the beginning of time (a.k.a. as long as some whose oldest child graduated from high school in 1979 can remember) and then, suddenly, they change it for next year. I love that I had my whole calendar set for next year based on that faulty assumption before I figured it out. I love that local private school in town now will have their spring break on the usual week, so kids from that school who want to go on our mission trip will have to take a week off school. I love that we have an event that takes place the week before Easter, and we have an event that takes place during spring break, and now those weeks are one and the same, so kids are going to have to bilocate. LOVE IT! ARGGGGGGH!

[Cadaverous Pallor]

Love this:

Teachers decide to buy books for 1st graders on animals. They do reports each year. When the books come in the principal decides they should go to the library so everyone can use them, since 1st-3rd does the animal reports. Sounds great, eh? Well I take one look at these books and groan....they're WAY TOO HARD for 1st through 3rd. In fact, they're for 5th graders. There's a huge difference. To a 1st grader, these books as full of pretty pictures and nonsense squiggles.

So I try to convince the principal and teacher involved that these should be returned, and more suitable books purchased. Both of them say the same thing to me - "These are so pretty, and other kids can use them, you can just keep them." Yes, they are gorgeous books. But I know that they spent at least $900 on them, probably more like a grand. Seriously. Probably $1000 on books that don't fit the needs they were supposed to fit. I said to them, look, there are much better choices out there, and they said "we'll buy them next year."

As a Libertarian taxpayer that has internal conflicts with my government jobs, I'm appalled.

Not to say that the money is "going down the drain" but it could definitely have been better spent.

When I asked the teacher about how they bought them, she said "well the company catalog made them look like low level books." They never checked the reading levels. We've spent countless thousands of dollars on a networked reading program that is in every classroom, a part of every child's requirements, and guides every single book purchase I make....and they never checked.

I. LOVE. IT.

[Prudence]

Grrr.

I love that an exceptionally violent sex offender just moved in to MY neighborhood. His victims range in age from 12 to 77. He's so dangerous that he's not allowed outside without a court appointed monitor.

Fabulous.

Love it.

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Holy fvcking hell, Prudence.

This more than trumps my loving that I purchased advanced tickets for a 7:00 showing of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, but because the money hasn't been debited from my account yet, I'm worried I'll get there and my tickets will not have been purchased, and the show will be sold out.

Yeah, you win. Holy fvcking hell, Prudence.

You know, I think I'd rather NOT know. Don't post anything. Just let the creep move in and I'll take my chances. If I know, I'll think about it ALL the time. Golly.

[BarTopDancer]

Originally Posted by Prudence

Grrr.

I love that an exceptionally violent sex offender just moved in to MY neighborhood. His victims range in age from 12 to 77. He's so dangerous that he's not allowed outside without a court appointed monitor.

Fabulous.

Love it.

Holy crap!!!

These sex offender laws need to be re-written. People that dangerous should never be allowed out of jail! And an 18 y/o boy should not be labled a sex offender for having consentual sex with his 17 y/o girlfriend.

If... and that's a mighty big 'if' a violent offender is to be let out of jail the probation department better have the resources to moniter them. Unlike the probation dept that lost track on the offender who kidnapped the siblings in the mid-west.

GRRRRRR!

[mousepod]

Of course you have to let them out. We need our jail and prison beds for non-violent offenders, drug addicts and moms picked up for prostitution. I work in the local Sheriff's Department with prisoner programs. I love the system! (this is a sarcastic thread, right?)

[Ghoulish Delight]

Originally Posted by mousepod

(this is a sarcastic thread, right?)

A sarcastic thread? On the LoT? What an horrific accusation.

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Originally Posted by mousepod

Of course you have to let them out. We need our jail and prison beds for non-violent offenders, drug addicts and moms picked up for prostitution. I work in the local Sheriff's Department with prisoner programs. I love the system! (this is a sarcastic thread, right?)

You really work in the local Sheriff's office?

For the poor mothers:

A Cautionary Song by The Decemberists

there's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping
through the lights of beacon street
and if you listen you can hear her weeping, she's weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling and the snow is softly falling on her petticoats. and she's standing in the harbour and she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat. see how they approach

with dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple 'til she's safe within their keeping
a gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from any speaking, or screaming
and they row her out to packets where the sailor's sorry racket calls for maidenhead
and she's scarce above the gunwales when her clothes fall to a bundle and she's laid in bed on the upper deck

and so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned
'til at last she's satisfied the lot of the marina's teeming minions, and their opinions

and they tell her not to say a thing to cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she'll end up dead
and they throw her thirty dollars and return her to the habor where she goes to bed, and this is how you're fed

so be kind to your mother, though she may seem an awful bother, and the next time she tries to feed you collard greens, remember what she does when you're asleep