Her new secret service code name is “Dances With Turnips”.
Anyone else getting SICK OF THESE CLOWNS??
I personally think it’s wrong for LeBron to cross-dress and pretend to be first lady. Whatever he and Barry have got going on, it’s just not right.
Remember kids, no more than two turnips per night!
Save some for later...
Fried chicken, black eyed peas, collard greens, sweet yams, sweet potato pie and slice of watermelon and honey sweet tea. Sounds good to me__ oh it’s kinda black soul food too. But noooooooooooooo———can’t have non- Moosch approved foods.
“Just one or two pieces of Candy!” “You cannot have too much sugar”..........while Freidan tells us “Wash your hands” and “you can’t get Obola from sitting next to someone” [while they are now REQUIRING 132 passengers who shared a flight with the DALLAS Obola victim REPORT FOR TESTING!]
People, what’s wrong with this picture?
Hey Moochelle, eat S-_-... and die!
Go ahead kids, STUFF YOUR LITTLE FACES!!!
To a point, I agree with her.
As a mother of two small children, I felt that I was constantly trying to feed them well and I wasn’t winning the war. One night, I sat down and wrote this out. (This was before our conversion to Judaism)
January - New Years Day. Feast
February - Valentines. Candy
March - St. Patrick’s Day. Candy
April - Easter. Feast and candy
May - Mother’s Day Brunch. (Big breakfast feast)
June - Father’s Day BBQ. Feast with soda and tons of carbs
July - 4th of July. ANother BBQ feast
August - merciful sweet relief from holiday pressure, but two birthdays.
September - Labor Day. BBQ feast
October - Halloween. Candy
November - Thanksgiving. The BIG feast.
December - Christmas. Yet another BIG feast.
Throw in the other two birthdays and some celebrations that aren’t listed here, then the once-a-month Daddy Ice Cream Treat and my kids were being loaded with sugar and processed crap every two weeks on average.
With a strong family history of obesity and T2 diabetes, it was frightening. Once my son became a T1 diabetic, I was forced to bring it under control.
January - New Years Day. We shared a meat and cheese platter with some crackers while we watched the ball drop.
February - Valentines Day. Hubs would bring me flowers instead of candy, then both of the kids would get a small heart with 4-5 pieces.
March - St. Patrick’s Day. Forget it.
April - Easter. The kids and I would plant some herbs for the kitchen window or plant a tree.
May - Mother’s Day. I get flowers and I don’t have to cook or clean for the day.
June - Father’s Day. Hubs gets to buy a tool of his choice and have the day for himself. (Usually went for a motorcycle ride)
July - 4th of July. Hot dogs, potato salad and watch fireworks. Iced tea or lemonade. No soda.
August - I just ignored my birthday completely. Hubs got me flowers. The other birthday was a smaller celebration, more focused on the presents. Kid would get his choice of cake. No ice cream or soda.
September - We’d join a celebration if we were invited.
October - Halloween. Candy. Tricky one. I’d let the kids choose 21 pieces out of their haul. Dad and I would take 10. The rest were donated to the single soldiers at the barracks. That became a favorite family tradition.
November - Thanksgiving. The BIG feast. We kept that one.
December - Christmas. Yet another meat and cheese platter on Christmas Eve. Presents on Christmas morning. Later, we began to go to the DFAC on post for our Christmas meal and that was fun.
It’s really easy to let the ‘traditions’ overwhelm good parenting and it takes some work and imagination to keep everyone happy without the garbage.
Th cool thing is that neither of my kids has a sweet tooth as adults. They both eat very well. My daughter makes her baby homemade baby food that’s free of everything except the good food.
They both know to focus on the memories more than the crap being shoved into their mouths.
And they’re both healthy.
Will she be confiscating the rest?
She says this while she probably has sixteen bags of Reese’s Cups, Clark bars and Snickers stashed away for the occasion. All purchased on our dime, of course. ;)
Shove a turnip in your gaping maw and shut up you child starving degenerate.
I guess trying to see how many pieces of candy you can cram into your mouth at one time has gone out of style. :-)
