Er, Sandria, you are about 20 steps ahead of yourself, freakshow.
Sounds like her kids are going to grow up to be good little liberal Obama voters.
Er, Sandria, you are about 20 steps ahead of yourself, freakshow.
Let her eat kale. I want a box of Ho Hos.
Having kids will change her mind. I am amazed that the biggest thing on her mind when she thinks of kids, is baby sitters.
Haha. I just read this about 5 minutes ago via hotair and was lol’ing thinking what freepers would do with it.
Seriously kids, on this one, read the whole thing. Whatever guy hooks up with this one is in for one miserable life. Unless it’s pajama boy. That would probably work.
>>>Even if I have to cook steaks for my husband every night, I want to be able to trust that when it’s just him and our child they aren’t running off to McDonald’s together for “our little secret because you know mommy eats funny and hates McDonald’s.” I want to trust him and anyone else our child is with when I’m not around.<<<
Why would any man get married to a nut like her?
She sounds like lots of fun!
I knew someone who thought along these lines till she had three kids and a minivan. Something else she would never do. She quit work when her kids were born and stays at home to keep care of the them. She takes the time to prepare healthy meals most of the time but even Micky’Ds is a option sometimes. Usually the grandparents but she has driven though on her own at least once.
I know that before we had kids, we had grand plans for how it was going to be.
Problem was, the kids actually showed up and changed the plan.
I remember the first McDonald’s opened up in the town in which I grew up when I was about six years old. It was this huge thing to everyone, to the point where I got hyped to eat there. Then I remember eating a hamburger there with my mother, and wondering what the big deal was (I didn’t like it much, at least compared to my mother’s homemade burgers).
I had this crazy thought... Nah, it would never work.
Chick-Fil-A fruit. Maybe.
Wow! Most of the best gourmet chefs have been and are men!
This author must be a bi-sexual 17 year old vegan with a control issue.
Self-absorbed libtard writer witch. Find your wimpified
husband lurking among the cubicles of almost any newspaper
in the country.
The other day I sat in the waiting room of a rural area
clinic. This particular area became a popular commune
site in the 60s. Hippies/dope growers still populate much
of the region. Across from me sat a thirtyish, tall, and
attractive woman along with her mother and her almost 3yr
old son. The boy was listening to grandma read from a
children’s book while sitting on momma’s lap. He would
pull down on his mom’s V neck shirt and pacify himself on
her nipple, then switch to the other side. Not OK in my
book. The kid was way too old. He was even talking to grandma when not “nursing”. This is kind of future I
imagine for the twit who produced this article.
This woman’s future child will be the nightmare kid who can’t eat ANYTHING at the birthday party, sleep overs etc. etc.
She’ll also be the kid and insists on smugly telling her friends at said party why her diet is so much better and important than the ‘ crap ‘ their eating.
Yeah, she’ll miss out on more than a few play dates.
Reminds me of the movie “Bedtime Stories”
Adam Sandler’s character has to babysit his sister’s kids who live on wheat germ.
I think he wound up having toothpaste for brekkie be ause there was no food in the house.
The kids wanted him to read a story. He paws through the books.
“The Organic Squirrel Gets A Bike Helmet? I’m not reading that commie crap!”
And clearly she is not the kind to want a ‘real’ man in her life. She wants a doormat.
Good luck with that...
I love listening to people talk about what they are not going to do with THEIR kids.
It is so much fun to see their ivory towers crumble around them with each child, with each school year, with middle school, and then high school.
At one point you find yourself grateful that your kids class was the first one to sing at the Christmas Concert, only to have her puke up the cookies right after her performance. You get “credit” for going, but you can leave early.