thenorthprole
theNorthProle
thenorthprole

PREACH! That shit drives me insane. I would not complain if I never found another shirt covered in pointless text, pictures, and glitter. Hell, I might even celebrate by buying something.

i own my own business and my office is at home. i don't know if i would be more productive if i worked in an office building instead because i can't afford to rent one right now.

i got the chance to stay home for a while after both of our children's births and i loved it. i didn't do it because i wanted to be "traditional", and i certainly don't consider it an exercise in feminism. if anything, the feminism part was my husband and i working together as equals in the child-rearing department.

yep. my little brother with the learning disability was living with my borderline personality mother who had little money and discipline to offer him, so he fell in with a few other poor kids whose parents didn't give a shit either. one night they decided to pay back another kid who stole from them... by stealing from

i think a sexual assault should get at least the same minimum sentence as a burglary. that's the part that bothers me - that it gets less of a sentence to begin with. wtf. in this case the assault is kind of like the worst possible form of a burglary, and this girl will probably have far more issues than that of

i'm having a hard time with their sentence. my brother stole an xbox and a case of beer from a private home when he was 16, was tried as an adult, and spent five years in prison. these two guys raped a girl and were tried as juveniles for a crime that is certainly not juvenile. did my brother deserve to be punished?

My family has a saying that puts me in instant bitch mode - "Boys will be boys". They said it when my brothers were out-of-control assholes as children, and they say it now when they're out-of-control adult assholes. What are you gonna do? They're boys!

i used to hold french fry eating battles to relieve stress wayy before it was cool. except, it was just me eating a shit ton of french fries and the only "battle" going on was against my conscience and self-respect. winner.

yeah i'd make myself a vodka and xanax cocktail and mosey on off into oblivion.

On Working From Home:

Well... I must use Java because the ROES programs photo labs use are Java-run apps. I have it disabled in my browser, but that's because I disable EVERYTHING in my browser and make it ask me to run. CONTROL, muahaha.

I don't play games nearly as often as my husband, and that's ok. Especially since our son is now such an avid gamer. ;) We have our individual geeky obsessions and we have some we share. People who say they don't understand why someone else is so into games is just being ignorant. They've got their own interests,

Hey that's a Spartan Stores price tag from Michigan. Random shit right there? Glen's is my neighborhood Spartan store. I fucking love them.

Haaaaaaaaaaahahahahaaa. Did you JUST NOW notice the DIRT BAG articles that get posted, I dunno, all the fucking time? How about the website's tagline that shows up in your browser's title space? "Celebrity, Sex, Fashion" NO, no, no - shame on your oblivious, self-righteousness for not realizing where the fuck you are

yeah, wubbzy is fucking annoying.

I love that they choose different styles of music for every episode, and that it's based on imaginative play. My kids both like it, which is hard to do with a two year old and a six year old. (and my son - the 6 - is into older kids action shows already, but he still deigns to watch backyardigans.)

great story! i married my highschool sweetheart too. we're celebrating 10 years of marriage this spring. woot.

if my kid's school did this i'd just be pissed. if they wanted to talk to me personally about my child that's fine - good looking out for him - but sending a letter? fuck that. they're assuming that the parents have no idea and or don't give a shit.

HAHAhA... that's what i call the UNDEAD CROTCH.

my family's the same way. my mom's always asking to borrow money from us, and it's not like we have much to spare.