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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

I'm slowly working my way back to blogger-land. I had a near stalker situation on my hands. He has kept away (sorta), but he's still seen driving by occasionally. Hopefully things will be resolved soon. I almost don't keep looking over my shoulder when I take out the trash or check my mail. Since I don't have a working computer at home anymore, I have to go to the library and we've just been busy and it's hard to keep 5 children ( 3 under the age of 4) relatively quiet while I post or read blogs, so I do what I can when I can.



Tuesday, September 02, 2008

And now we find out that her 17-year old daughter is 5 months pregnant?! You have got to be kidding me. What happened to the "moral majority" who blasted Brittany's little sister (can't remember her name) for being such a bad role model? Where was the forgiveness then? Wasn't it clever how she was almost always hiding her tummy by holding Trig? Granted Bristol's not running for office, but I watched CNN last night amazed when it was dismissed as a "childhood mistake" and everyone needs to stop making such a big deal about it. While you're pregnant it's a mistake, once you have that baby, it is no longer a mistake, it's a lifetime commitment. Shame on these people for wanting to dismiss it like it's no big deal. Teenage pregnancy (and the shotgun wedding to follow) is a huge deal and I just think it would be respectable to say, this girl screwed up, but let's not hold her mother responsible. Except I bet mommy's re-thinking that abstinence only and no sex in schools thing, huh?

I'm mad that she named her daughter Bristol anyways. And I pray that Track and Trig are just nicknames. My friend and I had this discussion the other night. Do parents really not care what they name their kids, or the nicknames they use? I have nicknames for all 5 of my kids. I do not use them in public. I don't want AJ to abandon me in the old folks home one day because I called him Tootie Booty in public. My neighbor calls her son Fat Fat. He's not fat, it's just what she called him as a baby and it stuck. Cute at home, not cute in public. And I was flipping through the channels and there was a lady who called herself Pokey Jones. What? If you can buy a beer in a bar, it's not cute to refer to yourself as Pokey, or Peaches, or Honey Bear. And be mindfull of initials. I don't have to know her to guarentee Piper Palin was called "Pee Pee" in school.
And to my friend who named her son Teddy Graham Jones, no one's amused but you, and yes, I'll share my magazines my kids bring me to the old folks home because ol' Teddy Graham is still bitter from years of childhood torture.

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