Bitch Bitch Bitch

This story has been a long, on-going bitch session around here. Feel free to post your comments, also. The funny thing is, they are flipping out about black mold in the walls but do they have any idea what their kids are exposed to otherwise? Yep, let's just build them a new school and foam pad and shrink wrap their little world so darling pweshus doesn't come in contact with any germs.

Get a load of the hatchet face and her crotch fruit in the picture.

http://www.mcall.com/news/local/all-b1_4mold.6368454apr18,0,3864244.story

I tend to agree, but I 'think' I've heard that sometimes if mold gets into your system it can be deadly. Anyone can help me out on this point?
Thing is, how much of the mold from the old shool would be carried via library books or other such medium to the new one..

Mold is an asthma trigger...but mold is everywhere basically...if you lose a leaf off a plant and it sits on your carpet for a few months under the couch, that's mold, there's probably all kinds of microscopic mold in your rugs, attic, outside in the fall. The building needs to be taken care of....but of course,...parunts have to get outta control...no injuries were reported, were they?

But let's be the attention-grubbing 'hos we always are as moos! Then, we can feel important!

Gotta luv that heart-wrenching photo,huh? That makes me cringe. The kyd shouldn't have come to the hearing. He's bored. But, what a great photo op! The real earth mother type too. In 2008, have you ever seen someone more blahhhhhh looking. Those are the types of moos you saw when you were young and thought, even as a kyd, "wow, mawms look different from other women, not like a woman at all, I don't want to be one!"

Sorry for being so superficial, but I think they're pathetic life shows on their outsides.:smoke

Their sorry, superficial lives sure DO show on their outsides. And they can be in shape, out of shape, well-dressed, slovenly, drive an $80,000 SUV and have the best of everything, and you can STILL tell an empty, bitter, pathetic moo at 100 yards. They're always the ones out screaming for their little causes.

I came across a post on that site by a mom who was there and left early because she said the parents were acting so horribly and creating such a bad example for the kids that did show up, that she was embarrassed. Kudos to her! A parent who actually thinks!

I do agree that mold is dangerous and needs remediation, but for the parents to act like this and DEMAND things is just out of control. Who the hell do they think they are, anyway? They like to scream about THEIR tax dollars, however, they are forgetting that there are more tax payers who do not have kids than there are ones who do.

There have been studies that too clean an environment, can make the child grow up without the resistance to mold spores or diseases.

But mold can be bad,

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Lord, what fools these mortals be!
- A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act III, Scene ii

Voltaire said: "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities."

H.L.Mencken wrote:"The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.”

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. Albert Einstein

Sheesh...mold?! The horror...THE HORROR.
I distinctly recall the fun we'd have kicking the heating pipes in my elementary school to watch the asbestos dust fly out. Or throwing handfuls of tiny rocks that acted as "padding" under the jungle gyms at each other. Or the quartz staircases that would get horribly slippery from condensation in the humidity of summer, and equally as slippery when we'd track in rain or snow. It's a wonder I'm not dead now, oh wait...I'm not a coddled wuss whose parents thought that the worst thing that could happen to me was to feel momentary discomfort.

"It truly is the one commonality that every designation of humans you can think of has, there's at least one asshole."
--Me

An oldie but a goody

Do you remember when you were a kid?

According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 60's, 70's and early 80's probably shouldn't have survived, because our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based paint, which was promptly chewed and licked.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to play with pans.

When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip flops and
fluorescent 'spokey dokeys' on our wheels. As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or airbags - riding in the passenger seat was a treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle and it tasted
the same.

We ate chips, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy pop with sugar
in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.

We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and no
one actually died from this.

We would spend hours building go-karts out of scraps and then went top speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into stinging nettles a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We would leave home in the morning and could play all day, as long as we were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us and no one minded.

We did not have Playstations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99 channels on TV, no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, and no Internet chat rooms. We had friends, we went outside and found them.

We played elastics and street rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt.

We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones but there were no lawsuits.

We had full on fistfights but no prosecution followed from other parents.

We played knock-and-run and were actually afraid of the owners catching us.

We walked to friend's homes.

We also, believe it or not, WALKED to school; we didn't rely on mummy or daddy to drive us to school, which was just round the corner.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls.

We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our coats by only the hood.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law.

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.

And you're one of them. Congratulations!

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I just post the stories, for interest.. for everyone

Lord, what fools these mortals be!
- A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act III, Scene ii

Voltaire said: "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities."

H.L.Mencken wrote:"The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.”

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. Albert Einstein

Remember this:

We only received about 4 or 5 new toys per year, must of our presents were books or spending money from grandparents.

Parents made sure we said 'Please' and 'Thank you'.

Boys did not hit girls.

Right on, Mercurior. I was a kid in the late 80s/early 90s and things were still pretty sensible. My bike and I went everywhere together, and I never owned a helmet. My friends and I *gasp* did things without adult supervision (going to a park, the candy store, on walks, etc.), which was fine as long as we were home by the time our parents wanted us back. I also remember recess at my elementary school and the jungle gymns with lead-based paint. We'd all go on the swings, hanging upside down on them or jumping off after swinging high. Sometimes we'd organize our own soccer games or do cheerleading stunts like pyramids and lifts.



CFUter wrote:

Those are the types of moos you saw when you were young and thought, even as a kyd, "wow, mawms look different from other women, not like a woman at all, I don't want to be one!"


Good thing I wasn't drinking something when I read this or it would be all over my monitor. HAHAHAHA

Like the tag line for the Mom Jeans commercial skit on Saturday Night Live: "You're not a woman; you're a mom!!

Hey all, check out my wonderful snazzy comment. In the comments posting, I'm hurricane survivor.

One of the moos was mentioning home schooling. Pretty lame huh?
what a bunch oflame rods.

Parenting is supposed to make you a better person huh and were the selfish ones? Yeah, whatever. Good luck on that one, breeders.

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lab mom