Comments on: Thank You

By: Isabel

Isabel — Sat, 30 Sep 2006 03:37:00 +0000

I love Anon “35″s remarks. Sometimes I look at kids having a meltdown, as they all do sooner or later — if they’re not overmedicated — and just sigh with envy.

Wish I got to lie down and shriek. They’d take me away. [poignant sigh]

By: Isabel

Isabel — Sat, 30 Sep 2006 03:35:00 +0000

Wonderful! Jeez, EleMom, I’m going to have to come here more often to indulge my taste for laughing at others’ expense. The “Pride” Anon here (like the “Made for Birthing” Anon, similar usage and everything) has clearly never met your kids if she/he/whatever thinks they’re “compliant.”

Whee! I thought I had to cruise political sites for this kind of egregious twittishness.

By: Isabel

Isabel — Sat, 30 Sep 2006 03:31:00 +0000

For the record, I haven’t laughed at anybody on this site until I came across these remarks.

By: Isabel

Isabel — Sat, 30 Sep 2006 03:29:00 +0000

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By: ElementalMom

ElementalMom — Sat, 30 Sep 2006 02:33:00 +0000

Yeah, well…. you’re posting anonymously, which tells me the strength of your convictions. And if you think that was bragging or had anything to do with me at all, you absolutely missed the point.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Fri, 29 Sep 2006 22:49:00 +0000

Pride goeth before a fall.

You might have compliant children. Their behavior may or may not have much to do with your alledged calm influence. They may become terrors in high school.

Using a blog to be a be a braggart and be a verbal exhibitionist, to display condescention toward other parents with children who may have had a public meltdown here and there despite maybe even being a better parent than you? Blech. You’re gross.

By: Nana

Nana — Thu, 14 Sep 2006 22:36:00 +0000

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Thu, 14 Sep 2006 22:12:00 +0000

September 5, approximately 2:30pm. I am in the Emeryville IKEA. I have a cocktail party to attend in the evening, but first I must purchase some office supplies, It’s Tuesday. I expect traffic to be nasty. I’m in a hurry. The person at the front won’t let me take in a shopping cart. I get lost in IKEA, and even though I’m trying to find the Office department, I keep ending up in Kitchens. Where’s the magazine racks? Oh? I need two dozen, can I have my shopping cart back now? I have to carry it in bags until I get downstairs? Oh, you have more down there? Where are they? Can you please stop bumping into me? The clock is ticking, and I’m going to be stuck in traffic and be late to the party! Can’t you see this is a main thoroughfare? Hurry Up! Where’s the locking file cabinets? You only have four styles? Only one style in Beech? I have to wait for them to bring it out to me? My bookshelf is heavy! Can I bring my car around? Can I fall on the ground right here and thrash around and scream?

P.S. Traffic wasn’t nasty and I was a half hour early to the party.

P.P.S. I’m nearly 35 and your kids behaved better than I.