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if is alive she should take responsibility for the massacre since she's the legal owner of the guns which killed a total of 27 people including her son
this is a big one with the sodium fluoride in the water (used to be used as a thyroid suppressant for people with overactive thyroids) and many healthy people randonly get thyroid disorders. around 13 or 14 i started getting sore all the time and went from blowing through advanced math to sometimes struggling at times to make all A's, something just wasn't right i had a lot of brain fog. shortly after got diagnosed tbh..for little kids who can't voice their symptoms and are in that critical stage where their brains are developing rapidly it can be devastating. glad ya'll got it figured out.
if is alive she should take responsibility for the massacre since she's the legal owner of the guns which killed a total of 27 people including her son
What if he had taken her car and ran over a bunch of kids at the bus stop?
Good to know you are up on current events.
When you use that anger online posting as Woo Bum-Kon
I can't tell if this is an intentional or unintentional mention of the real Latarian Milton
I can't tell if this is an intentional or unintentional mention of the real Latarian Milton
Wow, I never realized you were related to Avante.
how many more dumb hypothetical questons are you going to ask?
That the social worker is not qualified to give advice concerning mental health. You have a 'pretty good idea' translates into you are guessing.
That the woman did not seek out the help of medical professionals. A little critical thinking would indicate that you are wrong. Think prescriptions.
That she is not doing more ie she only is doing what was mentioned in a blog post.
That the information that the social worker gave her was incorrect. It does hold true that most states require the law to be broken to involuntarily commit. That the social worker told her this truth demonstrates how your logic is flawed. The social worker is not quoted in anyway
Like I said, your mind is twisting this into the woman being negligent. That her son's behavior is somehow through a fault of her own. That if she was doing more then he wouldn't act like that.
The entire point of the article is that she needs help so she can do more for her son. ffs, man, its pretty damn obvious.
It's not a large leap of logic to conclude that you are projecting something onto her. So infidelity or bad childhood?
Clearly the kid's have mental issues and the mom and dad are beyond reproach
it. Medicate them into little zombies. That'll solve the problem.
Lol parental responsibility
Quotes from her blog:
Dear Progeny of Mine who cannot be in the car together for more than five minutes without erupting into screams that make a Japanese horror flick seem tame by comparison: No, you cannot ever have computer time again. Not ever. Your “I love to fart on you” song may seem whimsical or even clever to you, my dear seven year old. But it makes me want to throttle you.
And you, the 11 year old in the back, if you even touch your brother again, I will call your parole officer. I quit! Let the state take care of you and your compulsive inability to stop poking people.
And five year old, please only cry like that if you are facing imminent death—not if you drop your lollipop on the car floor, where it joins a two year food supply of discarded candy, fruit snacks, and cracker crumbs. Believe me, life will throw you much tougher challenges, and at this rate, you will be nothing but a fluffy cheerleader who drops the ball at the first sign of a chipped manicure.
Those of you who aren’t parents should really take my advice and stick with a puppy.
Because the puppy will never grow up to be a teenager.
Confession: My teen is driving me nuts. Oh sure, the rest of you see this poised, self-confident, polite young man who always holds doors open and helps little old ladies cross the street and can magically make your iPad work. Sure, he’s a straight A Boy Scout who can play anything in the key of Coldplay on the piano and writes English essays that make his teacher weep for joy.
What you don’t see is him shooting rubber bands at his siblings while he is supposed to be cleaning the Room of Doom. I have asked him to clean said room, every day for the past two months, roughly 14.7 times per hour. If you have a teenage son, you know the room I am talking about. There’s no point in even trying to guess if the clothes are clean or dirty, or what that strange bloodlike substance on the wall is, or where the two year supply of cookie crumbs ground into the carpet came from. Do not, under any cir stances, look under the bed.
My son’s room also features a bizarre altar decorated with icons and product boxes for every single Apple item ever produced. The only thing missing is a candle. A picture of Saint Steve Jobs smirks benevolently down on this collection, which I must confess I didn’t realize was a collection—to me, it looked like a lot of old product packaging that needed to be tossed.
“No, Mom!” my son screamed as I started toward the shrine with a garbage bag in hand. “That’s Apple stuff! Steve Jobs personally designed those boxes. By himself!”
Um, okay.
In addition to worshiping Steve Jobs, my son is an Obama-loving Democrat. All day long I have to listen to him go on and on about how President Obama and Steve Jobs have made the earth a paradise right here and now, set to a Coldplay soundtrack (okay, at least the kid has decent taste in tuneage).
This is, of course, revenge for my own Ronald Reagan-loving years in a Carter-Dukakis-Clinton household. I still love Ronald Reagan.I am not going to even pretend I wasn’t tempted—a sudden picture of Jesus standing on a mountain top with Satan, surveying the world, flashed through my mind. But my confidence factor was a mere 25%–in other words, I was only 25% sure that I could cross the space beneath me and cling to the other side. Nate started playing with his rope, putting a few “Man vs. Wild” moves into practice as he swung the teal nylon cord across the abyss, catching it on the opposite side. I had already made my decision when I said to him, with utter calmness, “Crossing that crevasse is a selfish act. If you want to do it, I will stand here and take your picture when or if you reach the summit. But it’s selfish. And I will not follow you.”
I was speaking to myself. But Nate heard me. For several minutes. he thought about what I said, and in the end, he too decided not to cross. I knew exactly how courageous that decision was.
“Why do we do this to ourselves, Mom?” my son had asked a few weeks before, as he moved with aching slowness down the back face of Timpanogos.
Why do we climb mountains? I think there are two reasons. We climb because we want to push ourselves to the limits of our physical endurance; we want to see just how far these sacks of skin and bone can take us. And we climb because there simply isn’t any other way to experience what we feel when we stand on the summit, feeling for a brief moment what the gods feel. No photograph, no mere description, can do it justice—that sense of absolute awe and wonder and pure freedom that assaults your every sense when you are quite literally on top of your world.
Why then do we choose not to summit a mountain? That question is more difficult for me. We choose because when we reach the moment of decision, we find ourselves insufficiently aware, informed, prepared. We choose not to succeed at some things because the risks outweigh the benefits. To give up something that you value greatly for those you love is to know the meaning of sacrifice in the Biblical sense. As I turned back from Mr. Regan’s taunting summit, as I wedged my body between sheer rock faces with vertical drops of more than 30 feet, as I scavenged for handholds in flaking granite, I thought of Abraham, knife poised above the body of his innocent son. Why does God give us these urges, then tell us not to act on them?
Go ahead, keep defending this crazy, bible thumping, ultra-conservative . I'm sure her parenting has nothing to do with her kid's craziness
What a heroic mother doing everything she can
^ CROFL, she sounds like ing igotnokok.
read the comments section.
Lol FuzzyLumpkins, patron saint of social workers and ty mothers
What should I be looking for?
:rofl :rofl :rofl :rofl :rofl :rofl
the people who went to read her blog and gave the posts context (like the abraham one wasn't about her kid it is about pride (it seems), Nate is her hiking buddy, not her son . . .). If you want to read the comments (or her blog) do it, if you don't, don't but it seems that this article is the attempt to "cash in" that everyone accused lisa long's article of being.
Also, I would submit that you might ask your mom (or dad, or both) what the absolute worst thing they ever thought about you was, even if it was a joke.
lol the comments about how "This is just a mommy blog!"
Blogging about your 5 year old son crying too much as if that's something unique to your son is some of the most whiny and narcissistic behavior I've ever seen.
I am a parent of 3 kids and what i have read does not seem to be malicious. I have thought about how much I want to put some sense into my kids when they are being annoying or dumbasses. Still love my kids to the end, big reason why I tattoo’d their faces on my body. This writer has no concept except to look down from a pulpit.
There's a difference between a joke between spouses and a mom posting said joke on the Internet for all to see, don't you think?
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