tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post497427790982458540..comments2023-06-16T04:20:45.092-05:00Comments on BEHOLD MY BRILLIANCE *: GAAAAAH!!! Margie Returns! (WARNING: F-BOMBs GALORE.)Penny Karma, aka the F-Bomb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02920792594406507263noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-71984811946663730912008-02-12T03:45:00.000-06:002008-02-12T03:45:00.000-06:00Heehehhee..."Yes, that's it, let the hate flow..."...Heehehhee...<BR/><BR/>"Yes, that's it, let the hate flow..."<BR/><BR/>Man, Ed, your comments make me laugh in the just the right way...!<BR/><BR/>I think we should have colourful wristbands with various sayings on them: WWPKD? WWYD? WWPD? and so forth. Heck, let's have an army of those bastards up our arms and just take our pick on any given day.ChestyLovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12252367020621459091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-87636387070623495472008-02-11T08:46:00.000-06:002008-02-11T08:46:00.000-06:00Babycakes, may I give you a quote of yours from la...Babycakes, may I give you a quote of yours from last August?<BR/><BR/>"So I forsee some potentially interesting drama this year. I seriously hope she doesn't become the person I can't stand the sight of at this new school. "<BR/><BR/>I'm glad you were assertive. Camille needs to learn how to fight her own battles. We've all had to go through that.ZantiMissKnithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18039047551905267768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-10644531313655730922008-02-10T12:28:00.000-06:002008-02-10T12:28:00.000-06:0021 instance of the F word, I'm impressed."Yes that...21 instance of the F word, I'm impressed.<BR/><BR/>"Yes that's it, let the hate flow..."<BR/><BR/>Swamp thing and the brat both need a good kick up the arse!<BR/><BR/>Illegitimi Non Carborundum.Edhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17360316224383419320noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-19546794599537178182008-02-10T11:09:00.000-06:002008-02-10T11:09:00.000-06:00I'm wondering why Margie didn't call someone else ...I'm wondering why Margie didn't call someone else for a playdate and leave Pie the hell alone? Is your kid the only one that will play with her kid?<BR/><BR/>I have to say that dealing with other kids and their parents has to be the worst part of parenting that I totally didn't see coming.<BR/><BR/>Your kids and mine could learn so much from each other. *sigh*Poopshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17174638845924331440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-70266491998151419722008-02-10T09:48:00.000-06:002008-02-10T09:48:00.000-06:00That's just sad. Who does that? Why the hell is ...That's just sad. Who does that? Why the hell is it your responsibility to soothe her little kids' feelings? Isn't that the mommys job? Geez.turtlegirl76https://www.blogger.com/profile/04224031164435800839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-83424781508097199482008-02-09T18:24:00.000-06:002008-02-09T18:24:00.000-06:00Oh man, she sounds like a mom I knew when Anna was...Oh man, she sounds like a mom I knew when Anna was in preschool. The woman was furious with me because my daughter hurt her daughter's feelings. The two had become friends over the summer, but when the schoolyear started up again, Anna went back to playing with her usual friends. Next thing I know, this b**** was giving me dirty looks and all sorts of mean girl crap. I finally got in her face about it and made her tell me what was wrong.<BR/><BR/>Kids' feelings get hurt. That's life. It sucks, but there it is. My daughter's feelings have been hurt, and so have my son's, and it's part of life. There's no need to call and beg for a playdate, for crying out loud.<BR/><BR/>You were way nicer than I would've been. That's refreshing, actually, since I'm usually the one trying to make everything work out nicely. Next time, ask yourself what Yorkie would do. :)Carinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04148546157877014482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-351539273942680202008-02-09T08:43:00.000-06:002008-02-09T08:43:00.000-06:00Seriously doesn't everyone know a Swamp Thing? I ...Seriously doesn't everyone know a Swamp Thing? I call mine The Beast and I totally believe that you are too nice in person. I curse and bitch on my own blog, but in person I would never say that stuff you know. I actually think you were MFing BRILLIANT when avoiding messing up your kids play date and let me tell you. That is YOUR JOB as his teethbaring mama. You did great! That poor girl is going to learn some really fucked up behavior from her mom! <BR/><BR/>God speed on besting the Swamp Things of the world. She's no match for you!BammerKThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07982106535621264256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-34456344799557854052008-02-08T21:46:00.000-06:002008-02-08T21:46:00.000-06:00Dude, I am soooooo not looking forward to dealing ...Dude, I am soooooo not looking forward to dealing with other kids' parents. And hubs and I don't even have any babies yet. Oy. I'm going to be the parent all the other parents hate - I would have hung up on her.Beverlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15360686393599560866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-69186692596883686862008-02-08T20:34:00.000-06:002008-02-08T20:34:00.000-06:00To the Tree! To the Tree! To the Dog Par-tee!Also ...To the Tree! To the Tree! To the Dog Par-tee!<BR/><BR/>Also one of my favorites.<BR/><BR/>and I have to tell you- I felt some serious passive aggressive shit with the Swamp Thing's last encounter- so not surprised- wish I was.sophannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07571217197138831872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-29895847063547930852008-02-08T19:45:00.000-06:002008-02-08T19:45:00.000-06:00Wow, that's just, wow. I'm at such a loss for wor...Wow, that's just, wow. I'm at such a loss for words... And yet, like Siresyorkie, why am I so shocked? <BR/><BR/>I too was called called into the VPs office when I turned in my grades one year...I was told that I was responsible for the Fs I "gave" my students...9 of 167. Right, so #1 they EARNED them. #2 What does that say about the other 95% of my kids?<BR/><BR/>Anyhow, yeah, you shouldn't have to clean up swapie's mess, I am so sorry.Tactless Wonderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17883329045061960257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-48875140787000460372008-02-08T18:20:00.000-06:002008-02-08T18:20:00.000-06:00I am just like you. And several of my kids' friend...I am just like you. And several of my kids' friends' parents are just like Swamp Thing. So I know how un-fun that is.Skyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04200824050116746716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-68380330698750086472008-02-08T17:23:00.000-06:002008-02-08T17:23:00.000-06:00Omigod. I would have never presumed to horn in on...Omigod. I would have never presumed to horn in on someone else's playdate. "Listen, I know you are having a playdate..." WTF - is she spying on you?Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14061337641173075397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-9011238207948853682008-02-08T17:03:00.000-06:002008-02-08T17:03:00.000-06:00Yorkie, you should read "Generation X Goes to Coll...Yorkie, you should read "Generation X Goes to College". Hilarious! It's about a pulitzer prize winning journalist who goes to teach at community college and doesn't get tenure until he literally treats his students like kindergarteners, because his job relies on their evaluations! Sad, yet interesting.Elspethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04902156528137763262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-654673593741936782008-02-08T17:00:00.000-06:002008-02-08T17:00:00.000-06:00Oh my God! I guess you need to get caller I.D. and...Oh my God! I guess you need to get caller I.D. and not answer it when she calls. The nerve of some people!Elspethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04902156528137763262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-18089300751728517872008-02-08T15:19:00.000-06:002008-02-08T15:19:00.000-06:00My thoughts (almost) exactly, Yorkie!My thoughts (almost) exactly, Yorkie!Kevin Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16698707605545807307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-66244218918157578202008-02-08T15:06:00.000-06:002008-02-08T15:06:00.000-06:00That's a pretty ballsy thing of her to say, but co...That's a pretty ballsy thing of her to say, but consider that she is the product of a generation of parenting that doesn't understand how not getting what you want is a part of life.<BR/><BR/>Example: I heard that some kiddie sports leagues took out the idea of keeping score so "everyone felt like a winner".<BR/><BR/>Example 2: In my first year of teaching, I had 142 kids. At mid-term, 30 of them were failing because they were too f*cking lazy to do homework, bring a pen and paper to class, just the minimum requirement. I was told a low grade was bad for the kids' self esteem and that I might want to "rethink" my grading system. Which leads to...<BR/><BR/>Example 3: A child will not be held back a grade even if he or she blatantly fails because (and again I quote): "It will make them feel bad about themselves to be the taller kid in the class".<BR/><BR/>Loss is a part of life. Try to take the moral high road and see it as a chance to help Swamp Thing's daughter reverse the curse of being the fruit of Swamp Thing's loins and learn a real life lesson.ChestyLovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12252367020621459091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-1569639710413371002008-02-08T14:41:00.000-06:002008-02-08T14:41:00.000-06:00I would have said (uber friendly and sypathetic): ...I would have said (uber friendly and sypathetic): <BR/><BR/>Aw, that's too bad that she's a little hurt. It's always hard to watch our little squirts learn that life doesn't always feel fair, isn't it?<BR/><BR/>Yeah, well you know Pie and YourChild get along well. There will be other playdates, won't there!!! (BIG SMILE WHILE SAYING THIS) We'll be glad to invite YourChild some time soon. <BR/><BR/>I am just fixing lunch, so I can't stay and chat. Buh-Bye now!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-58299398850390825162008-02-08T14:32:00.000-06:002008-02-08T14:32:00.000-06:00I know you're too nice to say this, but the correc...I know you're too nice to say this, but the correct answer was, "Yes, it's boys-only, because THAT'S WHAT WAS ALREADY ARRANGED." I'm sorry the kid felt bad that she didn't get to do something cool when someone else did, but that's life and I don't intend to Nerf it down for everyone. (I say metal monkey bars on concrete playgrounds just teach the kids to be more sure about their handholds.)<BR/><BR/>I hate changing pre-arranged plans at the last minute just to accomodate one person's feelings. Almost as much as I hate not sticking to schedules, including being late.Kevin Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16698707605545807307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-28076852058770303872008-02-08T13:59:00.000-06:002008-02-08T13:59:00.000-06:00Do you like my hat? Still trying to imagine Go Dog...Do you like my hat? <BR/><BR/>Still trying to imagine Go Dog Go as a play...<BR/><BR/>Mar..., er I mean,Swamp Thing has some nerve. And the girl just needs to learn that sometimes other friends play together and she won't be invited. The sooner she learns that, the easier her life will be.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04278529449974055377noreply@blogger.com