khh1138

Somewhere along the way, though, the series lost its way.  I’m not sure what happened.  Like with Rory’s best friend Lane, remember how great Lane used to be?  I asked my husband.  We agreed that she should have been in a band or maybe become a DJ but DEFINITELY not turned into a little housewifey.

As if on cue, in this extra lame episode where the post-knocked up Lane (or should I call her LAME) has been swooning on and on about how her husband will go on tour while she stays at home with her twin babies, her friend Rory turns to her in admiration and says, “Wow, when did you get all mature?”  LAME says, “I think it turns on when you become a MOTHER.” 

HATE. 

No wonder we stopped watching. 

kosmonavtka

Another reason to not have children...

When babies attack: Labor pain is just the start

stahlelf

As I was perusing the produce section to pick out some stuff to make salad, I notice a dad with his daughter, which I'd put at about 6, in the child seat of his cart.  I wouldn't doubt that he was a great dad, as his child was pretty well behaved, even if she kept staring at me.  But dad had a rather unfortunate shirt: on the back, it had this picture of a sexy (at least by the media's standards) woman wearing a scuba tank and a thong, and nothing else, seen from behind, with the words "Get ready for some Bottom Diving" on it.

treia24

So, I've recently moved into a new apartment. It's a longer walk to get anywhere from here, it's more expensive, and I really miss my old flatmates, but it's all so very worth it. Why? There are very few children here. My neighbors across the courtyard have a couple of young children, and there's a little girl running around sometimes who I think lives directly downstairs from me, but they are quiet! They don't leave their toys on the sidewalks, the don't yell, the only reason I know they're there at all is from hearing their mother(s) calling them inside for meals!

In my old neighborhood, this was so far from the case. There were fourteen children under the age of 12 on my block, all from only three households, plus the playground outside the church three doors up.
My landlord and his wife (who look to be in their mid 30's at the very oldest, and live right next door to my old apartment) have eight damned kids! (O_O)
I guess it could have been worse, they aren't really bad kids, but good lord, do they ever shut up? All afternoon, every day, screaming and shouting and pushing each other down the sidewalk in their wagon, and leaving their toys blocking my sidewalk and yard.
I could usually just tune it out after a while, or put on headphones, but one of my flatmates was working night shift at the time, and he wanted to strange the fucking sprogs for keeping him awake all day.

It's so damned nice to have some peace and quiet at last! (^__^)