I got my Dad the boxed set for Christmas maybe five or six years ago, but I really should get my own copy.
Sometimes it’s not incongruous. My dentist kind of reminds me of Goofus.
Word! If your brats have no concept of inside voices, taking them to a theater where people are spending $10+ a pop is literally taking your life in your own hands.
For what you spent on their tickets, popcorn, and drinks, a babysitter would have been a bargain.
Then when said brat starts drumming on the back of the seat I’m occupying, it’s truly fortunate that you recognized an authentic Death-Glare™ and decided to move to another area.
Wait, did you join the military?
a. That beats wearing his dress shirts to make clay models of shrunken heads with the eyes and mouths sewn shut.
b. If only my son were that thoughtful.
Has your paperwork gotten un-SNAFU’d yet?
3:15 a.m.:
CRASH!!!
What in the pluperfect FUCK was THAT!? Tumble out of bed, running around bumping into walls, bedpost, door jambs, turning on lights. Is it an intruder? Did the paper person finally launch the damn paper through the front windo? As I stumbled into the living room, a gray streak shot past me, headed for cover. On the floor by the couch are the shards of what was once an Alvar Aalto flower vase, a bunch of yellow tulips, and a whole bunch of water. Our cat used to be a tulip-eating machine, but in recent years has lost interest. She has not, however, lost interest in drinking water out of any available source, as long as it’s not her water dish. In the process of pushing her 18-year old fuzzy face into the vase, she apparently pushed it off onto the floor. Nice. At least it shows me that having a gun next to the bed in case of an intruder would be pointless for me, unless I just want to give a burgler a good laugh as I bumble around, bumping into things.
I don’t think she was knocking your smock; I think she was mocking your smock.
Yes. (How it happened is kind of a long story, but for various reasons things just fell into place in the ‘good idea’ column.)
Yes, thankfully. Or at least un-SNAFU’d enough for me to ship. Which was going to happen today, but didn’t because the entire goddamn country is in the middle of an ice storm. And it’s not going to happen tomorrow, because the forecast is so bad they’ve closed the processing station. So my best bet is Thursday, if Albuquerque and St. Louis have at least managed to plow and de-ice their runways.
Fun fact: as of today I’m official on the military’s payroll. So you all are paying for me to hang out in a (rather nice) hotel, get three hot meals tomorrow, and do literally nothing but watch TV and read a crappy mystery novel. Tax money well spent!
Good for you, Ninja Chick. While you still have some time to post before disappearing for the next six weeks, is there a thread where you discuss issues such as which branch you’re going into, and what kind of career arc you have in mind?
I don’t think I understand this one. You’re annoyed that a shop has customers? Did the man want you to move so his wife could sit down? Or does breastfeeding offend you?
Personally, I got over women breastfeeding in public when I was 12. That was when I realized I prefer that the quiet grunting noise babies make when they’re feeding to the loud screams they make when they’re hungry.
Since she’s a NinjaChick, how will they know if she shows up?
And I can’t stop picturing her being chosen for the GI Joe program on an Equal Opportunity exception. I think they need a NinjaChick.
Heh. Now I’m kinda hoping she’s joined the Navy, so we can hear about her giving a beat-down on some pirates.
Dude, I don’t whip out my boob in public and neither should others. It’s fucking gross and not socially acceptable. In a developing country where people shit in fields and walk around with scraps of cloth covering their loins, then whipping out boobs is irrelevant. But in a fucking Starbucks in middle America? Fucking pump at home. The only people who should see a woman’s tits are her baby and her husband.
I used to think it was herd mentality, but I have a new theory: they have to be near people who are having a good time. The SO and I are giggling and laughing, excited to be watching a movie for a buck. In walks some morons that think happiness is by osmosis. Are you and Mr. Whisperer outwardly happy?
I’m sorry about the vase. Stupid cat.
Please educate yourself before spouting off such nonsense. Not all woman can pump enough milk. Not all babies will take a nipple over a breast. Most women make an effort to be as discreet as possible. I have news for you: you’ve probably been around breastfeeding mothers in public and not noticed.
I fully intend to breastfeed this baby wherever and whenever I damned well please. If that bothers you tough shit. Breastfeeding in public is completely legal in nearly all states.
Anyone who finds reasonably discreet breastfeeding in public grossly offensive is a juvenile moron. A baby needs to eat when it needs to eat. Get over it.
While I tend to agree that the situation “exposed bare boob in the immediate presence of complete strangers in public” isn’t generally regarded as socially acceptable even for breastfeeding purposes, I’d say a nursing scarf is a perfectly acceptable compromise.
No need to smother the baby under heavy layers or erect a full-on privacy shield, IMO, much less tote around a bottle. As long as there’s some kind of visual barrier so that the naked breast isn’t actually hitting passersby in the eye, so to speak, I don’t have any problem with moms plugging in a hungry baby in a public place.
That would be Teh Coolest, but I have faint memory she said Army…maybe it was the leaving home thread?
That’s cool, I guess. I’m just happy for her that she’s managed to find something to do. I had felt kinda bad for her when she was having her difficulties with trying to get into and finance grad school.
Hope she’s gonna be an officer, anyway. College graduates shouldn’t be enlisted men.
Women.
IMHO.
Yes, breastfeeding offends me when it is RIGHT beside me. Nice you got over it, many of us haven’t. I especially didn’t appreciate that he seemed to set me up by asking if it was OK if HE sat there, and then five minutes later he plops wife and baby there. It was almost bait and switch.
As for the rest, the shop had plenty of customers until someone thought it was a grand idea to bring a whole girls basketball team in and turn them loose to giggle, scream, lead cheers, take all available seats (even tho most didn’t buy anything), trip over my feet, etc. It was 10 pm on a Sunday, at a coffee shop. Who does that?
Oh my god a baby got fed right next to curlcoat without her permission.
Alert the police!