Well apparently someone didn’t pay attention in those classes. *coughs* GoldenMama *coughs*

Bad memories and trigger publish post.

No ill intent given, I did not intend to offend.

Why are you calling me names? Am I sensitive because I saw my mother under a Jeep Cherokee at the grocery store and maybe twenty people ran over to pick up the car and pull her out, yes. I have gotten out of the car and ran over to save an accessible spot for her when one has finally opened up. I have had people yell…

I think that is so bad my reply didn’t come across correctly. I was not defending him.

No and I stand corrected. I have been with her when people say nasty shit about her not needing a spot, sensitive subject.

My mother was run over by a car. Some days she walks fine, some days she can’t get out of bed. Sometimes she uses a walker, a cane, a wheelchair, or nothing. My uncle has a heart condition, he looks good but can’t walk more than thirty feet. Who the fuck are you to judge who gets a disabled park? All disabilities are…

My mother is one of those people that doesn’t get that there are no longer jobs that you work forever and receive pensions and benefits. The world is a different place. That’s why I work for myself at least ten hours a day.

Assholes are not religion specific.

My husband and I have taught my sons to open doors for ladies of all ages and seniors, I’m glad someone has acknowledged it. Sometimes people are so damn nasty when a teenager gets a cart for them or opens the door for them. It hurts my heart sometimes. Is it that fucking hard to thank a kid. Lots of times you think…

YEEESSSSSSSSSSS

My local fruit stand gentleman on the corner slices jicama, watermelon, cantaloupe, and honeydew and packages them together. I never liked jicama until I had it ice cold and sliced like long fries.

My pediatrician told my mother, leave her alone she’ll eat when she’s hungry. I didn’t break 100 pounds until after my daughter was born when I was twenty-four. My nickname was stick. I craved different foods, and hate junk food. When I was able to afford the international and unprocessed foods I craved, I no longer…

I have a picky eater, with expensive tastes. I was a picky eater, not so much that I wanted junk food. I never liked it I drank pickle juice, ate spoonfulls of mustard while watching cartoons, I would beg my mom to buy me brain flakes. I wasn’t a big meat eater, until I was about fifteen. I like fresh food, but my son…

My now thirteen year old would not eat beef, chicken, or most fish. He would eat lobster, crab, ...expensive. He wouldn’t eat peanut butter until he was ten. This has made my life exhausting. My mother in law had to take a breathing treatment when she came over for dinner and saw a one year old eating a salad in a…

So if I am reading this correctly, this applies to anyone with a passport and no visa. I think this will cause an uproar when a vacationing European goes into early labor and is unable to be issued a birth certificate so they can get a passport for their baby. While its obvious they are trying to punish Mexicans, they…

The fact that he tortures Madonna, and she doesn’t know why will always make him extra special to me.

You’re not missing anything trust me.

BTW where I live a twelve year old cannot get a job, or even a paper route. You can only have a car and drive to have a route or sit on a corner and sell the Sunday paper. Yes we have one of the highest rates of children being sold into prostitution. Every freak on the west coast thinks they can hide here. The house I…

He’s twelve...