http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/28315643?GT1=43001

poor little Caylee, now we know she's gone for sure.  and hopefully better off where she is now, than where she came from.

poor Adam Walsh…

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/28257294/?GT1=43001

I was 11, ELEVEN, back when this happened!!  too bad this a$$hole didn't get to go to jail for this crime, even though they long thought he was the one that did it.  he's been dead now for almost 10 years!!!

my six yr old asked this question to me…out of the blue, don't know why…

"How do people build tunnels underwater?"

yes, she's SIX…and I did NOT have an answer for her…LOL!!

How would you like this to happen to your family?  You have a specialty that is needed in another country, go over there to help and want to bring your family with you only to get denied because your child has a "special" medical condition?  I think that this is discrimination.  I am so angry and upset right now from reading this that I want to write a letter to the government there and give them a good piece of my mind, and then send a letter to the family for my condolences.  I know one thing, this country was on my list to visit before I died…well, not no more!

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081031/ap_on_re_au_an/as_australia_residenc y_denied

I have decided to fly home for X-mas after all. I did some thinking, and kinda weighed things out. If I don't go home, then my holiday is ruined, as well as my mothers, my fathers, and all my friends. If I do go home, the only holiday being ruined is my brothers wife. So I decided SCREW HER she can buck up and do her part of "joining my family". I didn't marry anyone, she did. I talked to my parents, and they both agree. Apparently my brother, without knowing I was going to cancel, flipped out on her last night about how she wasn't going to get her way this holiday. 

I just think it's really sad and pathetic on her part to try to make plans when she knows I'm coming in. I guess my brother told her flat out "my sister is flying in from Alaska for X-mas, she is the priority". And I don't see why that needed to be said. I'm not married, but if I was I wouldn't expect to do anything but go to see the person traveling in from that far away. So after talking to my parents it seems that *I* am the cause of my brother "putting her in her place" in terms of these things. It's about damn time too!!!!

I could see if they wanted to have their own thing at their house for the babies first x-mas, but that's not the case. She just wants to go to her moms house and do their "traditional" things. I told my parents and they agreed - she married my brother and now they have a kid, it's time for them to make their OWN traditions and "break the chains" from how things were. They ARE their own family now, not her family or his family, THEIR family. I hope she gets this through her head and I don't have to knock it in there for her!

This will be the FIRST holiday since they got married that she will not get her way and be with her family. *slams foot down* Screw her, that evil succubus b*tch. 

First off Iggy - the "post your rant" has moved down on the left, not sure if you intended that to happen… almost had me thinking I couldn't post anything new.

ON TO MY RANT:  Stupid Christmas, and stupid family. For starters, I did NOT want to go home for the holiday in the first place. But, because my mom wanted me to and my brother wanted me to meet my nephew I decided I would. Not for me, FOR THEM. I do not have enough vacation time, so when I come back to work my paycheck will be short, SEVERELY short. This was ok with me being I have my PFD in the bank still, just for that reason.

Then we had the "where to spend x-mas" fiasco. It SHOULD have been understood that we are spending it where *I* consider home, after all I am the one traveling from f-ing Alaska for the holiday. But no, every time I talk to my parents I get told "Your brother and his wife want to spend it at THEIR home with their new baby". I said "well they can do whatever they want to do, but if I don't see my brother on x-mas then he's no longer my brother". End of story. Should be anyways. I bought my ticket to an airport half an hour from home to save on driving in winter.

We talk on the phone, and every time we talk on the phone my parents say "We don't know what your brother is doing for x-mas" and I say the same thing, if he's not home, blah blah blah. We chat in emails, and I made DAMN sure that I will not have to sit in a car to drive to Maryland after having to sit on a plane for all them hours. Hence the reason I am flying to a small airport that isn't far from the house - because I don't want to fly and then sit in a car for hours. As far as I know everything is good.

Last night I get an email from my mom…. "Your brother and his wife really want to spend X-mas at home with their new baby". And I flipped. I mean seriously if she was in person I would have knocked her f'ing teeth into next Tuesday. So I send her an email back, and I don't hold back. I tell her I'm sick of hearing this, and that I don't really give a flying-chit what they "want". Hell I "want" to go to the Steelers game on the 28th. And hell, I didn't even "want" to fly home for X-mas in the first place! I "want" a new Mac Laptop and some clothes. I "want" to be drunk and home in Alaska for x-mas, but I GAVE UP what I wanted to please other people, and they should be doing the same. Then I said I would sleep on it, and if I woke up just as angry as I was then, I was cancelling my ticket home.

I haven't heard back from that email, and I woke up FURIOUS that I even have to deal with this chaos. Another reason I didn't want to fly home - it's always a f'ing headache and is NOT a vacation. So I called my mom's cellphone to tell her I'm not coming home now, and my dad answers. He said "Yeah, I brought her phone so I could call your brother and nail down for sure when we're going down there". AAAARRRRGGGHHH!!! It took everything in my body to not flip out on him right then. But I bit my lip (now it's bleeding) and hung up without letting him know. Then I called my mom at work, and she says "no no no, that's not what's happening, your brother is coming up to PA for x-mas being you're coming in". I said "I don't care, it's too late, and I'm done with this chaos and headache, it's over I'm not coming home".

She tried all the normal "mom" tactics - the "you broke my heart" and the "don't make decisions when you're angry" and the guilt trip. Problem with her guilt trip is that she has been pissing me off since I bought the ticket, and it's impossible to guilt trip me. I told her what dad said, and she said "oh I talked to your brother last night, your dad doesn't know". WTF??? You people f'ing live together and you can't have the same god damn story??

So I've decided that I am cancelling my ticket this afternoon. I have had it. I have a headache bigger then Texas, and this is again not going to be a vacation. I refuse to spend this holiday miserable doing things for other people and then getting crapped on by them. It's over, finished. I am so pissed off right now. It's October and this vacation already blows, so I'm not going on it. She can hate me for it I don't care, right now I hate all of them for not getting their **** together, and expecting me to bend over backwards while on MY vacation. They wanted me to come home, so I bought the ticket. Now they can't spend ONE f'ing day with me so fuk them!

My other rant: I ate all my xanax trying to calm down and I'm still flipping out…. they need to make that **** stronger. 

 http://www.myspace.com/dawnwm

so you can "see" me a little better, lol!

between working every day and going straight to football/cheerleading practice for my son/daughter, I'M BEAT!!  we get home after 9:00 every night from practice and then have to get ready for bed, eat, luckily I make sure homework is done BEFORE we leave.  while I'm at the park. I'm working the concession stand for the games going on.  and the LINES NEVER STOP!  last night we must have gone thru about 4 cans of nacho cheese, 2 cans of chili, and I don't know how many bags of fries, nuggets, nacho chips and hot dogs!!!  at around 8:30 we ran out of cheese and didn't bother to open any more (we did have some cans left) cuz we knew we'd be leaving soon.  it was UNREAL!  and the candy, chips and pickles these kids eat!!!!  not to mention the soft drinks and gatorade too.  I don't know HOW these people sleep at night after all that JUNK!

NINE WORDS WOMEN USE

and I was in the ER at Ochsner hosp for 3 1/2 hrs!  I'm such a 'tard.  my freezer in my laundry room needed to be cleaned and I had just gone to Sam's to stock it up again but before I put anything in it, I wanted to wipe it down on the inside.  it wasn't as dirty as my fridge that I cleaned last night, but there was some "drippage" from oozing stuff that had melted when the power was out.  so I was kinda going fast to hurry up to put the groceries in there and as I was squeezing the towel towards the back of the freezer trying to get in a tight crack where I was some mess, my fingers also kinda squeezed in there with it BUT it was my left MIDDLE finger that caught the brunt of the "attack" as I went to pull out my hand cuz it was such a tight fit it started to hurt me.  instead of "sliding" my hand BACK the way it came from, I YANKED it out and BAM!! and this was PLASTIC that cut me like this!  I had flesh flapping and blood squirting!!!  it looked just like some CSI crap!  I thought I'd NEVER stop bleeding! and MAN did that SH!T HURT!!  my finger was THROBBING!  I honestly thought I ripped it down to the bone!  this was about 7pm tonight.  the stupid after hours urgent care place was closing at 8:00 and it was already 7:30 by the time I was able to calm down and see that I needed serious help for this.  so we HAD to go to the ER.  got there about 8:oo and it was 10:00 before I was called in the back, another 1/2 hour before anyone came in there and then he did my stitches (4 of them) and that shot of novacaine HURT cuz he stuck me several time all AROUND my cut!! and it BURNED as it went in my finger each time!  I never had stitches before. then, I was done about 11:15.  THEN he said to wait for the nurse to tell me instructions and give me my script.  ok, simple right…NOT!  I sat there til 11:45 and STILL NOBODY CAME!!  so I see about 4-5 nurses sitting there and ask if anyone was gonna come cuz I had been finished for about a half hour.  then I see her get up and pull my chart from RIGHT IN FRONT of her and bring it to me!!!!  ALL THAT TIME WASTED!!!  for NOTHING!  I was watching them sit at the desk PLAY on the computer the WHOLE time!!!  meanwhile, I could have been home resting and David has to work tomorrow so he was tired and needed to get to sleep!!  he never usu. works Saturdays, but with all this hurricane crap, they're working tomorrow!

the bright side in all this is I can give a MEAN middle finger "bird" to anyone! 

So I have been super busy at work, fiscal year is almost over and we are doing the budget. yay…….so much fun I can hardly stand it. So I haven't been able to get on here in a while, except to leave a comment or two, but today is the day for a few things, so it is now time to get the peeves off my chest.

We are supposed to find out if Clint gets laid off today. We are on pins and freakin needles waiting for an answer. They can extend the date for as long as they want up to 60 days, but can only extend it once. The local paper says they can extend the date from anything like 60 days to just over the weekend. His 3 year anniversary is Sept. 11 (lucky day, right?) and if Alcoa extends the date past then, he will be eligable for sub-pay, if they do it before his 3 year mark, then he will get nothing but unemployment. Damn the waiting.

As I said above we are doing a budget at work. They said the salaries for the department I work in are out of wack. They wanted to do a $2/hr raise for the whole department. Now they are saying that they are just going to do 5%. So instead of bringing in an extra $320 a month, we will be bringing in alot less, but I guess a raise is a raise, right? Nope, wrong. While they are saying they will give us this raise, they are going to take money out of our checks to help pay for the raise in our medical insurance. So they give-ith and take-ith away. So we are not making anything extra that they are not going to get back anyway.

School starts for my oldest on Monday. Don't know if I am excited or upset yet. I am glad she will be starting school, but I am upset because now I have no control of the people that will have negaitive impacts on her. I know there are shi*ty parents that raise shi*ty kids with shi*ty attitudes, but I don't want that to rub off on her. I am trying to be positive, because I know she will meet some great new people, but she will also meet negative people, and that sucks. We met her teacher last night, and she seems real nice, and excited about her new students. I heard she is a very good teacher, so I am thankful for that. They have been remodeling the kitchen at the Elementary since last year, it still isn't done, so the Jr. High is making extra food for the Elem. and shipping it over, for most of the school year. I am glad Kaylie wanted a lunch box, and is taking her lunch. 

My aunt just had a baby. This is not so much a bad thing, but parts of it are. She is 45! She refused to have any of her now 4 kids in a hospital, she has them at home with a midwife. They could barely support the 3 kids they had, so hell, lets add one more. Then to make matters worse, she is taking off work for a YEAR! If her husband had a stable job, I am sure they could make it, but he doesn't. Then to add insult to injury, they just moved in with my grandmother, who JUST put my 96 year old great grandmother in a nursing home, so now the freedom of going to the bathroom without my great-grandmother busting in, is now eclipsed my having 4 kids bust in on her. My aunt is the baby of the family, but there comes a time to own up to your responsibilities. She says that God has put her where she is today, but I don't believe that. God would not intentionally make her move in with my grandmother! Yes, I do believe that God puts obsticles and choices in your path, but it is up to YOU to decide which path to take. The easy way is not always the right one. You don't do something because it is easy, you choose the path that better directs your life and the life of your family.

I am getting off my soap box now, but I am sure I will find something else to b*tch about later.

Boy, 4, tries to drive to grandma's house, crashes 2 hours, 37 minutes ago

STANFORD, Ky. -

A preschooler put his little brother in a car, got it turned around and headed off to his grandmother's house. WKYT-TV reported the trip didn't go well, but no one got hurt.

Lincoln County Sheriff Curt Folger said the 4-year-old boy began his journey when his mother and her boyfriend were asleep on Saturday. He got the seat adjusted and the car started and turned around, but he ran through a fence and into some trees.

The sheriff said the boyfriend was arrested after he got to the car and made a threatening gesture toward either the boy or the deputy who was investigating. He was charged with menacing. The boys' mother was reported to child protective services.

I don't know if any of you have already seen this but it really makes you look a little differently at all the things we complain about!

I AM THANKFUL:

FOR THE WIFE
WHO SAYS IT'S EGGS N BACON TONIGHT,
BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME,
AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.

FOR THE HUSBAND
WHO IS ON THE SOFA
BEING A COUCH POTATO,
BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME
AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.

FOR THE TEENAGER
WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES
BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME,
NOT ON THE STREETS.

FOR THE TAXES I PAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM EMPLOYED .

FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE
BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.

FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.

FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE

FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING,
WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,
AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME .

FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING
I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT
BECAUSE IT MEANS
WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH. .

FOR THE PARKING SPOT
I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING
AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION.

FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM WARM.

FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH
WHO SINGS OFF KEY BECAUSE IT MEANS
I CAN HEAR.

FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.

FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES
AT THE END OF THE DAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN
CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.

FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF
IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.

AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE
FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.

And nowhere did I read a thing about what will happen to THESE poor children, children that are probably so screwed up now that they won't be adoptable AT ALL!!!

'What happened to my booger?'

I took the kids down to my grandmother's house for the 4th weekend. My grandmother is looking to get her mom in a nursing home, because she is 96 and has demensia (sp?). Well, I use that to my advantage and toy with her because she is so fun to get worked up, then she forgets what was going on and it is like nothing happened. It's great!

We were sitting at the table, and I felt a little playful, so I start teasing Nanny, "I didn't know you had a tattoo!" She really doesn't, but it was just somethinng to get her worked up. She said "I don't! Who wants those nasty little things covering up beautiful skin?!" I turn my leg, and show her one that I have on my ankle. "Nanny, YOU took me to get this one, after we went dancing!" "Good Baptist Women DO NOT dance, and certainly DO NOT get tattoos!" She fired back. "Nanny, we went dancing and you met a nice man at the bar! Don't you remember? He gave us a ride to the tattoo parlor, you said you liked his tattoos, and that you wanted one!" Shit hit the fan! "I never talk to strange men, expecially ones with tattoos, what would my husband say to this?" (He has been dead for over 20 years–she doesn't remeber that either) At this point she is leaning in twards the table fussing at me, so I am leaning in too. "Nanny, I got this one, when you go the rose on your hiney!" Wrong move, Mandy. She starts in yelling, and I mean YELLING! I lean back in my chair and I am laughing. She stops for a minute, and there is silence. I don't say anything else, cause she is worked up enough. She leans back in her chair, and looks at me. I am still laughing. My mom walks in asking what the yelling was about. I say, Nanny was telling me a joke, and it is hilarious! So poor Nanny had already forgot the taunting that I was doing and starts laughing. "I forget how funny I am sometimes." was all she said.   

So my mom and grandmother need to go to the store, so I said I would stay with Nanny. So Nanny and I are sitting in the living room watching T.V., and E.T. was on. I haven't seen this movie is years, so I decided to watch it. Nanny, who frequently takes naps where ever she is sitting, is asleep sitting on the couch. She wakes up, and starts in with: "Change this mess. I don't want to watch this!" I tell her o.k., and flip through all the channels, and head right back to E.T. She already forgot. So within about 5 min, she starts in again. "I don't want to watch this mess!" So again, I flip through all the channels, and land back on E.T. Well this happens 4 more times! The 5th time, she starts in again with the I don't want to watch this mess, so I looked at her and I told her, "Nanny, you said you wanted to watch this! You said this was your favorite movie!" To which she replys, "Oh, This is my favorite part!" I smile, and go about with my movie……..just to repeat this battle a few more times before E.T. went home.

She knows and somehow remembers that we are trying to get her in a home with an apartment feel to it. She has lived with my grandmother for 6 years now, and keeps forgetting where she is, who's house it is and the like. I go in to check on her and she is packing her bags. "What are you doing?" I asked her. "Leaving! I don't like this horrid room!" So I say o.k., and walk out. A while later, she is walking out of her room, and she wants me to help "load up her bags"–she thinks she is leaving. I ask her "Where are you going?" She tells me she is moving to her new apartment. So I shrug my shoulders, and grab her bags. While I am putting them in the back of my truck, I am going on and on about how I am going to miss her and I will come and visit everytime I get a chance. Jaxson is at my grandmother's house, and the kids are down for a nap, so I tell him that I will be back in a little bit. So I load her up in the car, and she asked about her walker, and I told her that her apartment furnishes one and it will be at the door when she gets there. So we drive a couple of blocks, and go back to my grandmothers house. "Oh, it's beautiful!" she said looking at the outside of the house we just left. I just smile and unload her. She opens the door, and I tell her "See, Nanny, there is your new walker like I told you!" She doesn't remeber leaving it there when she was walking to my truck 10 min. before. I walk her back to her bedroom, and she says "This room is SO lovely, I know I will be so happy here!" I bring her bags in, and place them on her bed, and walk out of the room. I am in the kitchen fixing lunch when my mom and grandmother walk in from the store. As we are unloading the groceries, Nanny comes back out of her room. She said "Oh, I didn't realize we lived in such close quarters! I don't want to disturb you!" and walked back to her room. My grandmother looks at me, I shrug my shoulders and walk off……She'd beat me if she knew I was toying with my great grandmother so much! How she can remember she is supposed to go to a home, I'll never know, because she always tells my grandmother, "You are not Patsy! My daughter is much younger than you!" Oh, I can't wait to go back. 

My mom says "Shoot me when I get that old if I turn out like Nanny!" I always tell her no, because how am I going to have any fun with her if she is gone?

I love my mom, and she has so many wonderful qualities. One quality that she doesn't have is how to work these "new fangled" electronic devices like her cellphone, the remote control, her computer, and her voicemail.

 I went up to see her for a couple days this past week, and she is getting so funny.

 She kept pushing the wrong buttons on her TV remote and wondering why the TV wasn't turning on! (She had hit the video button, so the remote wasn't talking to the TV!)

 God forbid I call her on her cellphone. "I just don't know how to answer that thing!"  Mom-just open it up!

 I have been teaching her how to use email! I won't even get into that.  The good news is she now knows how to "reply to".  She cannot create a new email yet, but that is on the horizon!

 She has voicemail through the phone company!  I think I will buy her a phone answering machine where all she has to push is "Play Messages!"

 I know I will be in her position soon, and my kids and grandkids will be laughing at me too, and I will have deserved it!

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25504304/?GT1=43001

they BOTH should go to jail, just for stupidity!!!

side note, I was just reading about another STUPID story where a woman was "trading sex for gas!!!"  here it is…

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/25499415#25499415 < /a>

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25472068

who, why, what, WTF???

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25404950

I can't even think of what to say about this BUTTHOLE except I REALLY HOPE they catch him!!! 

 'Lizard Birth'

 If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out LOUD!

 Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet.

 Here's what happened:

 Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was 'something wrong' with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.

 'He's just lying there looking sick,' he told me. 'I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?'

 I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.

 'Honey,' I called, 'come look at the lizard!'

 'Oh, my gosh!' my wife exclaimed. 'She's having babies.'

 'What?' my son demanded. 'But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!'

 I was equally outraged.

 'Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce,' I said accusingly to my wife.

 'Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?' she inquired (I think she actually said this sarcastically!)

 'No, but you were supposed to get two boys!' I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth).

 'Yeah, Bert and Ernie!' my son agreed.

 'Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know,' she informed me (Again with the sarcasm!).

 By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it.

 'Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience,' I announced. 'We're about to witness the miracle of birth..'

 'Oh, gross!' they shrieked

 'Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?' my wife wanted to know.

 We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.

 'We don't appear to be making much progress,' I noted.

 'It's breech,' my wife whispered, horrified.

 'Do something, Dad!' my son urged.

 'Okay, okay.' Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.

 'Should I call 911?' my eldest daughter wanted to know. 'Maybe they could talk us through the trauma.' (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)

 'Let's get Ernie to the vet,' I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap.

 'Breathe, Ernie, breathe,' he urged.

 'I don't think lizards do Lamaze,' his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for G~d's sake.).

 The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.

 'What do you think, Doc, a C-section?' I suggested scientifically

 'Oh, very interesting,' he murmured. 'Mr. And Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?'

 I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.

 'Is Ernie going to be okay?' my wife asked.

 'Oh, perfectly,' the vet assured us. 'This lizard is not in labor.. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen. Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um . . Um . . Masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back.' He blushed, glancing at my wife..

 We were silent, absorbing this.

 'So, Ernie's just . . Just . . Excited,' my wife offered.

 'Exactly,' the vet replied, relieved that we understood.

 More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.

 'What's so funny?' I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.

 Tears were now running down her face. 'It's just that . . I'm picturing you pulling on its . . . its. . . Teeny little . . ' She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.

 'That's enough,' I warned. We thanked the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay.

 'I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did, Dad,' he told me.

 'Oh, you have NO idea,' my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.

 Two lizards: $140.

 One cage: $50.

 Trip to the vet: $30.

 Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie:

 Priceless!

 Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class.

 Lizards lay eggs!

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25279129

I can't even begin to say what they should do this this biatch!!

she looks like a man, until I read who she was and realized she's the "mother"!!

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/25267735#25267735

WHY, WHY, WHY???? 

AND SOME PARENTS STILL DON'T KNOW WHEN TO STOP, WHERE THE LINE ENDS!!!!  WTF is wrong with people???????

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25141761 

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/25123703#25074318

I'm gonna go there with this story.

Sex for 101 days straight??!!

ok,but what about when she had her visits from aunt flo??!!

sorry, but I said I was gonna go there!! 

I took a call from this woman who obviously asphysiated on her hair dye.  She was thinking she reached Child Protecttive services to complain that her Ex was 5 MINUTES late dropping off his kid home and she wanted to file a report against him. I tried to explain to her she had the wrong number but she just wouldn't get it!  We went back and forth for 2 minutes and she still insisted that she had the right number.  I finally got the phone book and gave her the correct number (something we're not supposed to do by the way).

Cripes, I answered the phone announcing the name of the company she called that should have been her first clue she was calling the wrong place.  She didn't care she just wanted to be a witch.

I was also disgusted that she's moaning over 5 minutes!  Jesus maybe the kid needed to stop to go to the restroom, they got stuck at a train crossing, or were slowed down by traffic. I got the impression that this woman is not a very rational person, she thinks she is always right and never listens to anyone. I'll bet this guy wishes he had used a condom now. 

I just read that it costs $250,000 to raise a child from birth to adulthood (18). Where do they come up with these figures? That breaks down to just under $14,000 a year or just over $1000 a month. I don't think most parents have that much money, so would the government consider those parents dead beats or neglectful? Its also amusing that the state of MI pays foster parents only $800 per month, so are they're not living up to guidelines either.

I was just watching the today show and remember that family with 17 kids? well, she's working on #18 now!!! and the today show sent the kids out to get their mom some presents for mother's day and one of the presents was an outfit and the host asked why she got her an outfit and t