Below are the 9 most recent journal entries recorded in Dot.kids snark's LiveJournal:

Monday, September 8th, 2008
3:41 pm [a_view_so_cruel]	x-posted to cf_hardcore, childfree and dot_kids_snark. First I'm a childfree male. I mean obviously cf in that I couldn't get knocked up (or knocked down, as I see it) even if I did want to, but I mean it in the fact that I adamantly refuse to be a father. My wife (we just got married a week ago!) is as adamantly childfree as I am. And we're both pretty er... disliking of children, to put it nicely. (childhating to put it bluntly). There are few exceptions to this, one if my niece Malia who is 4 years old and immaculately behaved and the other exception is this family that lives up the street from my in-law's house, three little girls. Again; immaculately behaved, sweet, polite, respectful and dare I say... *shudder* cute!?! But I digress, I did have a point in posting. Okay I have a question. Well more of a scenario-based question. I have a 7 month old Beagle puppy (collective "awwww" because he's adorable and I love him as my own child). He is also a service dog that helps me out with severe Post Traymatic Stress. Therefore he is both a pet and a working animal. (Yes this IS going somewhere. I promise). Here's my dilemma. Aside from the exceptions mentioned above I have a strict no-children rule when it comes to my dog. This is because in my experience children are fucking brutal (pardon my French) to animals!! This does not mean I don't socialize the little guy. He spends ample time with the little girls near my in-laws house and an unfortunate amount of time with my 13 year old brother in law (who may be 13 but he acts like a 7 year old). ( since this is x-posted I figured I'd LJ cut it... ) Thoughts? Thanks. Current Mood: worried (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 15th, 2006
2:14 pm [a_view_so_cruel]	(x-posted to childfree, cf_hardcore and dot_kids_snark Okay, I'm currently involved in an outpatient methadone treatment program. Periodically some of the patients bring their kids in and I've never taken issue with it because the kids have always been quiet and well-behaved, and if they started to get fussy or fidgety, the parent would immediately take them outside for some fresh air. But today this woman was there who was simply infuriating. After we get our dose of methadone we're allowed to go sit in a lounge, to relax for a little bit and let the methadone hit, or to wait for an NA meeting or another type of meeting/therapy that's mandatory in the program. The lounges are reserved only for patients of the clinic (even their families/kids aren't supposed to be in there). Well today I went in the lounge after getting dosed and I lay down to doze a little bit before a 10:00 discussion class. Well not 15 minutes after I stretched out on the floor this woman walks in with two kids in tow, both very young (I later found out they were 3 and 4). I felt a flash of minor annoyance, because the sight and sound of kids just make me a little repulsed in general. But they were being pretty good for the first five minutes. I lay back down for a bit and moments later was jarred up by a high pitched shriek. I sat up and looked over in the direction of moo and the kiddies. Moo was taking a rest with her head down and the kids were chasing each other around in front of the tv fighting over a toy or something. By then I gave up on any attempt to sleep and so I sat up and started up a conversation with a friend of mine that had come in while I was dozing. Our conversation kept getting interrupted by squaling little kids, and it was just getting completely out of hand. One of the nurses came in, she'd heard the kids all the way down in the methadone dispensing room (which is all the way down the hall, and it's a pretty long hallway) and snapped at the woman to take the kids out of the lounge and that they were disturbing the other patients, and essentially the whole clinic. Moo barely looks up and as soon as the nurse left she put her head back down. Well R (my friend) and I at that point had just about enough Iand R has a teenage daughter of her own and loves kids) so she and I left and went down the hall to the methadone introduction discussion class all new patients have to take. Well we're in class and the doctor in charge of the class was going over something important and from down the hall we hear an ear-piercing shriek from one of the kids. It goes on for a good few minutes, one of the kids was crying really loudly in the hallway or something. S (the doctor) stops class and has to walk out to see what the fuss was about, and at this point I was getting enraged. I, and the others involved in this program, are trying to get clean and straighten our lives out and the thing everyone liked about the clinic was the peaceful relaxing atmosphere. (And excuse me but I just think it's entirely inappropriate to allow children to run free ANYWHERE, especially in a methadone clinic, not to mention it's incredibly disruptive and irritating to the other patients who don't want to have to deal with your kids while you take a nap, it's just all around rude). Well S comes back to class and we were able to finish it peacefully. Later on I was leaving the clinic, the annoying kids incident basically forgotten. But who should I see as soon as I stepped outside? Oh yes, miss moo (now fully awake) and her two hellmonkies. This time the kids were standing in the middle of the walkway having a snowball fight (moo is also involved in this snowball fight) AND throwing snowballs at anyone walking by and giggling. First let me point out that we just had a pretty big snowstorm the other day, and though a lot of it's melting, there's still a lot on the ground. At the clinic there's a somewhat small concrete walkway from the doors to the sidewalk that leads to the parking lot and bus stop. Most of the people outside will hang out either by the main doors or over by the sidewalk, or in the grass by the walkway so they don't block the path for others. Well moo and her kids are of course right smack dab in the center of the walkway chasing each other up and down. The clinic is in an old middle school, so there's a HUGE lawn covered in snow that they could have played in, but they stay right on the walkway for some reason. That was annoying in itself, then the kids throwing snowballs at anyone they saw was just the enraging icing on the pissed off cake. At this point I was ready to say or do something but I opted not to because I'm still a n00b at the clinic (today is my 2 week mark since I started going) and I didn't want to have bad blood with anyone there, and this woman didn't strike me as the responsible think-ahead type so I wouldn't be surprised if she decked me for telling her to watch her damn kids. I debated going back inside and saying something but figured "right you're too old to tattle". I'm going to mention it on friday to my case manager, as she wanted me to let her know if anything/anyone at the clinic was bothering me. The first two things are annoying but they were taken care of (somewhat), but this was just obnoxious. On my short walk down the pathway I had to dodge out of the way of both kids AND the mother, got decked in the back of the leg with a snowball and in dodging I nearly tripped into the snow on the lawn. All this with absolutely no apology or second look from mommy-dearest. I'm sorry, not only is it completely inappropriate to let your 3 and 4 year old run amok in a drug rehab center (or anywhere for that matter), it's COMPLETELY inexcusable to play with the kids in the middle of the only walkway to the bus stop (expecting other patients to either dodge out of your way or walk in the snow) and to see your kids hit people with snowballs and still not apologize. What really burned me was just her general attitude; the way she glared at the nurse for having the audacity to tell her to remove her kids from the lounge (when NO non-OAS patients are allowed in there, not just your squalling beasts) and her obvious refusal to have a snowball fight with her kids...on the lawn....where there's more room to run and snow to play in. And not to mention her blatant refusal to apologize or make her kids apologize when they hit someone with a snowball or when someone had to dodge out of the way or cross the lawn to avoid them. What did she expect, special treatment because her kids were "just so cute"? Newsflash hon, no matter how cute you think your kids are, your behavior was simply infuriating. It's understandable that you might not be able to afford daycare or a babysitter. It's a free clinic so we're all struggling a little. But you have to be a little responsible. No one's going to get mad at you because you brought your kids to the clinic as other patients have had to do the same thing. We ARE, however, going to hold you accountable for your actions and the behavior problems of your kids. Not to mention that if anything did happen to (or because of) those brats the clinic would be held responsible and a lot of people (myself included) really rely on that clinic every single day. Ugh just the selfishness and sense of "mommy entitlement" she reeked of enraged me. That is all. -Nothing Current Mood: pissed off Current Music: "Drug Store" Stabbing Westward (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 22nd, 2005
12:09 am [a_view_so_cruel]	So my incredibly self absorbed step sister just gave birth to a squalling screaming little nugget of doom. The thing was born on the death anniversary of my ex, so the baby has henceforth been named in my mind as the Draven-baby. *nod* Just a useless fact there, I don't know why I'm sharing it with you. Well they came over tonight, and well I have to say those two are incredibly self involved. They really can't have a discussion if the topic isn't ..... well themselves (or something they can relate to themselves, like their job, significant other or friends). Well tonight of course the topic of discussion was little Draven-baby. Fun fun! From whether her hair will grow in wavy or curly, what noise she made on santa's lap, how much she LOVES breastfeeding. Moo even gave everyone christmas cards with a giant close up of the squinchy little winston-churchille face that I loathe on babies. (note that she didn't even personalize the cards with "to...", it was just "from....", the cards weren't marked. It's like she walks around with blank envelopes and baby-cards and just gives them to everyone she says hi to). Typical breeder attitude, assuming everyone cares about their offspring. Well me, my mum and sister were having a conversation about snowboarding and oldest stepsister (aka breeder) interrupts with "So my child (as if yknow...we wouldn't know who she's talking about if she used it's name, she has to remind us that she has a fucktrophy now) is evidently a projectile pooper!" I sit there with a half eaten slice of pizza in my hand staring at her thinking "she did not just start talking about projectile shitting at the dinner table!" But oh no, she did. She then goes on to describe how she got up at 3 in the morning to change it, and explains (in gory detail) the whole incident (from the color of it to explicitly telling us exactly where it splattered in the room). Everyone else at the table is either laughing or joining in on the "oh my god that's SO CUTE!" Now, I usually find breeder talk incredibly annoying (and not to mention boring) in general. I don't like kids, in fact I am utterly repulsed by them to be honest. So I already don't care to hear story after story about spawn regardless, and usually I'm overruled because everyone else in my famblee just LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVES the babies (not to mention the whole "you're-22-and-still-live-at-home-your-opinion-counts-for-nill-kthnx" argument thrown at me any time I speak up). But honestly, is detailed discussion of projectile shitting cute? And more important, is it really appropriate dinner table discussion? Honestly, isn't that at least a little bit.....disrespectful? I mean I was dopesick like woah last night, and somehow that managed not to come up at the dinner table. I don't understand why everyone little junior does has to be 1- the cutest thing EVAR and 2- something everyone you talk to has to know. But yknow....I'M an evil baby hater! Everyone ELSE thought explosive pooping was cute what's MY problem? If I facepalm one more time I'm going to have a black eye. -Nothing (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 13th, 2005
9:01 pm [a_view_so_cruel]	Telling breeders to breastfeed away from public eye is THE SAME THING AS RACISM Yes, how dare people not want to see someone with a giant squirmy leech hanging off their tit on a public bus. The rest of us are expected to wear shirts in public, if I were to rip my shirt off on a downtown bus I'd be asked to put it back on by the police. Can I conjure up racism analogies for that one? Current Mood: amused (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 8th, 2005
9:47 pm [a_view_so_cruel]	X posted: childfree, cf_hardcore and dot_kids_snark and my journal Earlier there were all these neighborhood crotch dropplings playing on our driveway which is completely coated in ice, and mum kicked them off because if one of them fell we could get sued. Now, does anyone else remember being a kid? If you fall, you fall. My parents never even thought about suing anyone over something like that. When I'd play at my neighbor's house and fall and skin my knee or whatever it was just a by product of doing kid stuff; riding bikes, playing tag, whatever. Nothing to sue over, kids get hurt, it's part of growing up. Especially if they're playing on ice....in december....without parents. How is it my mother's fault that she works all day and has a jeep with 4 wheel drive and therefore doesn't need to scrape the ice off the driveway every single day lest kids want to play on it. If parents are concerned enough to sue, they should be concerned enough to meet their sprogs at the bus stop and walk them home because ice is...yknow...so evil. And these kids were late elementry school, I think they're old enough to know that ice is slippery. They were being pretty careful, but either way accidents happen, and if one does happen how is it my mother's fault? I simply don't understand why people have to constantly worry about being sued by crazy parents who don't give two shits and a stack of pancakes about their kids till said kids get hurt and can bring in the big bucks. It's ridiculous that the world is damned paranoid of being sued because these psychotic breeders will sue over anything. Kid plays video games and kills himself? Sue the company! Kids playing on ice in a strange driveway and fall? Sue the owners of the house! Kids watch a tv show that says "goddamn"? Sue and boycott the network! I could go on and on, but the parenting (or lack thereof) speaks for itself. What kind of world is this where a skinned knee is grounds to sue, especially if the kids are playing on an ice coated driveway! If the parents are so concerned about their kids falling, why not meet them at the bus stop and walk them home. Better yet, don't let them leave the house ever! Skinned knees and bruises are death sentances to an 8 year old, you know. It's NOT something they can HEAL from so you should SUE whoever has that icy driveway your kids are playing on alone without supervision. *facepalm* Just another one of those "If you don't parent my kids you're gonna get it!" Fuck lady, you squeezed 'em out, you take care of them. If you don't want to protect your precious spawn from simple bruises and scrapes you sure as hell better not expect other people to watch out for them because you don't feel like marching your breeder ass to the bus stop to walk your kids home. Either I had some crazy parents that like...paid attention to me, or parents have gotten lazier as time goes on. When my siblings would go to school mum walked them to and from the bus stop if she felt the streets and sidewalks weren't safe for them to walk on without getting hurt (Seriously hurt means broken limbs, not scrapes, cuts and bruises). Now it's like if a kid falls somewhere, the owner of that property has to worry about being sued. *headdesk* another reason I hate having breeders for neighbors. (Note that my mom didn't end up getting sued, it was just her worries about it that sparked this post, the sue-happy parents that seem to be taking over this country) -Nothing PS- no one posts in here! For shame! Current Mood: cynical (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, November 25th, 2005
12:28 am [a_view_so_cruel]	Wonderful thanksgiving moment. My 8 year old cousin (the monster of the family) was sitting next to me due to a poorly planned seating chart arranged by a drunk relative. *facepalm* I run to the garage to snatch a soda from the other fridge. I come back and the little fuck is sitting there taking food off my plate and putting it on hers. As if we didn't have an entire table full of food. She...didn't feel like getting up and getting more, and my plate was ...yknow, right there and therefore all food was up for grabs. Does her mum yell? No, mum's not even paying attention. I snap at her because I was flying on an hour of sleep the previous night and an afternoon of weed and vodka with my other cousin. Kid starts crying, my other cousin starts apologizing on my behalf. *facepalm* "I'm SO sorry you got yelled at for stealing someone else's food because you were too lazy to get your own. How DARE she reprimand you! What an evil chyuld hater!" After putting up with the kid's antics (she spent the majority of dinner punching/kicking my sister and HER sister), my sister tells her to move away, cousin starts saying "you're not the boss of me" on repeat in a singsong voice. Sis picks her up to move her next to her father and kid starts screaming, kicking and crying. Everyone stops what they're doing and gets on sis for finally doing something about the brat. They tell her "have patience she's just a kid!". Sis explains the situation close to tears with how frustrated she is and they continue to berate her for being so "hard on the poor kid". Nevermind that the kid is out of control, any form of discipline is unfair and "embarrassing". Kid gets no punishment and sis and I get no apology. *headdesk* I'm going to repeat (for the sake of "wtf") that the food-stealing, punching/kicking/tantrum-throwing kid is eight years old. The sad thing is, I can deal with my 3 year old cousin better than this one. The 3 year old only cried twice today whereas this one flipped out on a half-hour basis. I repeat....*headdesk* -Nothing (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 16th, 2005
12:25 am [a_view_so_cruel]	Copied to childfree, cf_hardcore and dot_kids_snark So my friend and I were in safeway to pick up some coffee. In walks lady with squalling child. "mommeeeeeeeeeee i waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant it!" "oh sweetie, maybe santa will bring it for you!" "BUUUUUT MOOOMMMEEEEE I WAAAAANT IT NOOOOOOW!" "you just have to wait and see if santa brings it" "MOOOOOOOMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" "now sweetie, just wait another month for santa-" "MMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE........BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" me- *facepalm* Silly moo, if you're too stupid to use protection, and too stupid to have an abortion, at least be smart enough to discipline your stupid fucktrophy. But on a really amusing note, we were at blockbusters and this woman was there with no less than 5 screaming kids, and said kids were running wild through the store and mother finally throws her arms up and says "this is why I don't take you kids anywhere, you always embarass me and act like idiots, shut the fuck up and come on!" and proceeds to lead the litter outside. My friend and I looked at each other and about died laughing. -Nothing (Comment on this)
Thursday, November 10th, 2005
12:26 pm [train_in_vain]	Dear annoying guests: I am a front desk agent, not a babysitter. It is your job to keep your shrieking brats out of the hotel's mini-mart, not mine. It is also your job to keep them from running off with items from said mini-mart. Perhaps you should teach them the values of good nutrition, rather than constantly buying them candy, chips, and soda. I'm not an expert on children or anything, but I'm fairly sure that high-fat, high-sodium, high-sugar, and high-caffeine snack foods are not terribly beneficial to their tiny biological systems. Also, keep them off the computer in the business center. It's for guest use, and some guests actually do need to use it for work purposes. They take precedence over your children playing games. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 9th, 2005
9:57 pm [a_view_so_cruel]	First post. Dear so-called "parents" that take your whole litter of children to the mall. Please use multiple leashes for them. sincerely: Nothing I can't tell you how many times I've gone to the mall and had to zig-zag my way around a herd of squalling kids because moo and duh are too busy fondling merchandise to notice their little terrors are running wild throughout the mall. Half the time one of the parents WILL notice my friend and I swerve out of the way of their psychobeast child and still not do anything. No, don't worry about actually parenting your kids, keep shopping, obviously purchasing a lime green and bright orange striped shirt is much more important than teaching manners to the monsters you spawned. *headgun* -Nothing Current Mood: mellow Current Music: "Northern Star" Hole (3 Comments |Comment on this)