We are feeding our children I phones. Baby food with computer chips stealthily disguised as health products. It's a game though! My baby is playing a game- and it's educational. It's so educational they want to play it all the time, I am raising a smart child.
Would you like to marry me? Let's get married for real. I love you, and you love me too right,? Then after I get bored of marriage, maybe I'll make you a baby. We will need something else to fight about anyway by the time we have forgotten about how drunk you were on our wedding night.
I saw a child, couldn't have been more then 2.5, asking his mother to take his photo. Then demanding to look at it. A self obsessed generation we are raising. And you thought our generation was bad? 2.5 years old- momma show me that picture!
We dress out children in fashion.
Fashion babies.
Fashionable infants.
A tiny screaming maggot in designer.
Clearly I am barren.
Did you know I had 4,000 photos of my posted on line before I could even spell my own name? I feel this may be a breach of human rights. But I have yet to meet a mother who feels as I do. I guess it's really none of my business- but I have a habit of defending the defenseless. And I don't know if these kids are going to really 'roll' with this concept when they hit their teens.
But I could be absolutely wrong. In fact, I probably am! Little Sarah loves having her photo taken, mom there's a run in my stockings and my boyfriends coming over tonight so shut up and hide your pills please. Mom do what I say. Or else I'll run away.
I spent the morning doing my make up, choosing a costume, cooking food to last me until 7:30 pm, doing the dishes and organizing the bags that I will carry around as I run my errands. And now I sit in a room, with other sick people, waiting for my 5 minuets with an over worked doctor with my fingers crossed that the free chemicals I am offered do the trick and cure my illness.
I go to the store to buy my food. I saw an add that the Save On had a special on slaughtered animals. They have pre sliced the flesh, peeled off the skin and wrapped bite sized portions on a styrofoam tray for me. If I buy one a few days old it's even cheaper! My veggies continently are also pre cut. They are wrapped in plastic that will head straight to the landfill but it's convenient for me, and I am so busy.
My world is one big calendar. The dates are my days, the appointments I must make or my life falls apart. I must insure, inspect, maintain, retain, refill, restock, plan, organize, arrange, attain, gain and sustain a civilized American life style. My other options are to fail; and find it difficult to get a bank account, a place to live, transportation, food, even water. The drugs can only keep me busy for so long when I realize I don't like these scabs on my face too much.
Am I FAT? Seriously. Don't lie to me. See this flab? It's the grossest thing about me. My thighs, my hips, don't even let me talk about my beer belly. I'm fat so fat fat fat. I hate shopping for clothing because I have to look in the mirror and the stores lie. I am NoT a size 15. My processed foods are zero trans fat- this counts as a work out so I'm trying hard to find something else to blame on my fatness.
There is a screaming maggot in front of me. It shuts up as soon as its daddy picks it up. This is one of the few times in my life I have seen a father with its child at the medi center. Go Dad! Dad gets loads of credit for doing one good deed and mom is still washing the dishes. But I'll admit, dad does look rather attractive all tall and capable. My DNA says if u mate- mate with a dude like that. He looks tired though, 5 years later.....
There are so many strollers in here. I would like to dedicate one stroller to every human being on the planet.
Did you know; termites build communities better then humans? Look it up. And consider the termite when you consider buying yourself a million dollar piece of dirt. And while you spend the rest of your life paying for it.
Medi-Crass Musings.
