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Hot On The Titties: The Israel-Palestine Conflict Happened On My Deck

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So, Bitches, I’m probably going to offend a whole lot of people today.  Not really intentionally, but this is kind of a sensitive topic.

This week we went up to the cottage.  The weather was perfect.  It was the first time we have been up with both babies and much of the time was dusting off the cobwebs, so to speak.

So on Monday we decided it was a perfect day to BBQ.  In the afternoon I went to remove the cover from it, and was promptly stung by some little yellow and black assholes greeted by some wasps.  We realized that this wasp family had built themselves a nest on OUR BBQ.

Husband, I say.  Go stick the nozzle of our malathion fogger up the hole of that nest and get rid of those little bastards.

And so he did.  Then we waited a little bit and he took a large stick, knocked it down, and beat the living shit out of the nest like a real man should.  He saved us, Bitches.

So after getting a lecture from Bestie later that day about my use of bug killing substances, she says to me:  “OMG.  You are Isreal, and the wasps are Palestine!”

Umm. What?

So there began my lesson in current events.

You see, even though the BBQ belonged to us, we had vacated said BBQ for quite a period of time for reasons beyond our control ( SEE: Canadian Winter).  The wasps needed somewhere to live, so they innocently set down roots in what was (IS) our space.

Upon our return, we wanted our space back, but the wasps were reluctant to be thrown out to nowhere.  They tried to defend themselves but as annoying as it is to be stung by a wasp, they were no match for our weapons of mass destruction.

Now, had they greeted us with open arms and kept their stingers to themselves, we might have shared our space.  Everybody needs a home, right?

But they came out stinging.  So we had a right to defend ourselves.  And now they are dead, and their home is nothing but a bludgeoned piece of pulp.

So I guess Bestie was right.  It’s a bit of an oversimplification of the conflict going on in Gaza/West Bank etc. But our conflict with the wasps is similar.

So, now that I’ve put that in perspective, who do you side with?

I mean, that was Israel’s home once, was it not?  Is it their fault that Hilter decided to kill 6 million Jews and displace them from their homes?

No, of course not.  But on the flip side, Is it Palestine’s fault that they need somewhere to live too?  They are humans with babies and pets and they go to school and play soccer and love each other just the same way the Jews do.

How do you solve this? Can’t they just share?  Can’t they co-exist?

From my BBQ story clearly not.  This is one thing I don’t have the answers for, Bitches.

Opinions?

 

Hot On The Titties: Measles Edition

Ahh.

The measles.  One of my favourite topics.  My thang.

The topic that makes me want to beat people who don’t vaccinate my head against a wall.

And WARNING:  This is a HOTTF rant.  Nothing scientific lies here.  I will not be convincing anyone to vaccinate based on facts or figures.  I’m just fucking ANGRY.

I know.  I know we’ve been around this block many times.  But people are obviously not getting the message.  Measles outbreaks  are everywhere.  And now, there’s even been an outbreak here.  In Manitoba.  In a climate so cold you’d think after our “coldest winter since the dawn of time” that we could freeze the balls off of the measles.

Sadly no.  It found us here too.

And it makes me angry.  It makes me afraid. I have small children.  One is an infant whose immune system is not mature enough to handle all of his vaccinations yet. And the poor decisions of people in this First World Fucking Country are putting MY child at risk.

I bet you are the same parents who insist that I can’t bring peanut butter sandwiches to playgroup.

But that’s ok.  You keep serving up your measles-whooping cough cocktail and we’ll keep drinking it.  Because you know, it stays live in the air we’re breathing for two fucking hours after you’ve left.

And I’m sorry to be so fucking obtuse, because obviously the risk of your child going into anaphylactic shock is more horrifying than the risk of my child suffering encephalopathy of their brain, or death.  And I’m sure I’m gonna hear about how ignorant I am about child allergies and they’re so severe and how could I be so stupid.

Well guess what?  That’s what I feel like when people don’t take the risk of my child getting ill (which is bad enough) or dying or being permanently disabled seriously.  Because you think you know better.

Can’t wait for smallpox to make it’s return either.  That should be a gooder.  All in the name of not putting anything foreign into our bodies.

Guess how many foreign substances you’ll be putting into your child’s body if your child suffers complications from the measles?  Or you know, needs a ventilator because the tetanus they received from that cut in the backyard has paralyzed their breathing muscles?

Not everything in the world is a giant conspiracy theory.  I am so sick of hearing how vaccines don’t work and look up this article on the CDC and take this out of context and Jenny McCarthy and whatever. It’s bullshit.

Vaccines work.  Your theories don’t.  So go fuck yourself.

How’s that for a closing argument?

Ok.

I feel a little better.  Your turn.

 

Crap News Potpourri

With my hands perpetually full, its hard to write these days.  But I’ve had a few things on my mind, thanks to the news:

Let’s play a game.  See if you can anticipate my thoughts on the following recent news subjects:

1.  A new candy found in a candy store in Gimli, Manitoba:  It’s called “Gay-Away”  and it mocks exactly what you think it does.  Some fucking retard has marketed a pretend pill to cure gayness.

 

2. Rob Ford.  Are we still talking about this asshole?  He’s a loser, but you fucking elected him, Toronto.  Crack lovers.

3.Kevin Federline is having a sixth child.  With who, you say?  I have no idea.  I’m actually surprised that there is so little going on in the world that this was on msn at all.

4.  The sign language interpreter was a fake.  I mean come on.  Can you say “inside job?”.

5.  Kanye West is snubbed by the Grammy’s.  Yeah, dude.  It’s obviously a race thing.

6. We’ve had a continent wide snowstorm for like a week now.  it’s -30C here in Manitoba.  Global warming is an elusive bitch.

7. Canada Post doesn’t want to deliver mail to our doors anymore.  Can you spell UPS?

8. Australia allows gay marriage.  Oh, wait 5 days…..just kidding.

9. Jenny McCarthy was a mistake to hire on “The View”.  What’s that?  Nobody else wants to hear a fear-mongering- anti-vaccine-ex-Playmate talk politics either?

So seeing as I am too knackered these days to engage a full on rant, I invite and encourage you all to do it for me.  Pick a topic from 1-9 and go for broke.  Tomorrow is Hot on the Titties Friday, after all.

 

 

I Know

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Hey!  It’s Hot On The Titties Friday!  Remember those?

I don’t have much of a rant for you today, but I DO have an opinion.

I am living proof that it is impossible to be a working mom and give it all to all the important things.  There is just no way to give your all to everything and not expect something to suffer.

Believe what you want to believe, Bitches, but it can’t be done.  Even if you manage to not miss any work, clean the house, feed everyone, spend time with your children ( and watching TV doesn’t count), something is going to suffer.  And that something will be you.

You will be so exhausted that you can’t even hold a conversation with your spouse other than “I’m going to make some tea and go to bed”

And you know what I’ve decided?  I have decided to no longer feel guilty when I say “no” to things that have nothing to do with my family.  “No” to more work.  “No” to that performance. “No” to anything other than the commitments I’ve already made to myself.

And you why?  Because I love my kids more than I love my job(s).  And I do love my job, but at the end of the day, it comes a far second to my family.

Sometimes, I’ve decided, it’s better to do with less in order to have more.

And I respect all the career women out there who work full time.  You do what you gotta do.  But if I was a gambling type of girl, I would bet that something is suffering in your life.

Maybe I just took on a few too many things this year.  Maybe I just would rather spend more time with my babies before they get too big too fast.  Probably a little of both.

But last night, my Twee Destroyer put it all in perspective once again.

I have been extraordinarily busy the past few weeks.  It’s looking to keep up a good pace until the Christmas break.  And I feel guilty, because the one who misses out on the most time with me is her.  Because Buddy is just so little and needy still.  She’s been acting like a little bit of an asshole, and I’m pretty sure it’s because she misses me since whenever I manage to spend some extra time with her, she becomes her delightful little self again.

So last night, I was extremely jealous of Husband who had put her to bed  (while I was busy trying to calm a teething Buddy) and came downstairs to declare that Destroyer had said “I love you Daddy”.

I was choked.  I was missing out.  I wanted to cry.

And then before I went to bed, I went in to check on her and make sure she was tucked in.  Wide awake, she let me snuggle into to bed for a moment.

I looked at her and said, “I love you, Baby D”.  Hoping to get the same response as Daddy.  Hoping that all the extra time away didn’t make her sad.  And she looked up at me and said:

“I know.”

Even better.

HOTTF: The Blame Game

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I guess it’s time for a Hot on the Titties post.  Right?  One of my most loyal “fans” posted this to my Facebook page this morning, in hopes that I would blog about it this morning.

I sure am.

In all fairness, you really should watch the clip.  Its’ pretty funny, and anything with Samuel L. Jackson is pretty on point.  But if you don’t, here’s the Cole’s Notes version:  A bunch of parents come up to the actor to congratulate him on his great work, and then proceed to blame him for all the stupid shit their children do.  He eventually freaks out and tells them to check the ratings, explaining to them their role as a parent.  You know, the usual common sense solution that seems so difficult to reach.

So here’s my rant.

We seem to either have parents who are so far up their kid’s asses that the children are completely unable to do anything for themselves, or parents who seem so detached that teaching the basics is everybody elses job but theirs.

Either way, the next generation is gearing up to be pretty fucking useless, unless we take a good look at ourselves.  There is a shitload of information out there.  “Do this”.  “Don’t do that.”  “Research shows”  Everybody wants their kid to do well, get an education.  Become a doctor.  Support their parents in old age.

Ok.  That last part is just me.  But you get where I’m going.

Parenting has become so fucking complicated that our kids are suffering due to our lack of common sense.  Samuel L Jackson’s video nails it.  If you’re worried about the negative impact his character may have on your child, don’t let your kid watch it. 

Duh.

Forget the research.  Trust your gut.  You have instincts, follow them.  But above all, pay attention.

And follow a few simple guidelines:

1.  It is NOT your child’s teacher’s job to teach your kid to tie their shoes.  It’s yours.

2. It is NOT your child’s teacher’s job to teach your kid not to pick their nose.  It’s yours.

3. It is NOT the movie character’s job to display the type of behavior you want to model. It’s yours.

4. It is NOT your job to make your kid a sandwich, do their laundry, or wipe their ass permanently.  It’s theirs.  But it is your job to teach them how to do these things at some point.

5.  it is NOT your job to pay for everything forever.  Teach them to work for what they have from a young age.  And they probably won’t learn how to do that from a movie either.

And most importantly, turn the fucking screens off.  So that when they act like assholes, you know who to blame.

And you’ll also be able to fix it.

Right?   Happy Friday, Bitches.

 

HOTTF: No Best Friends Allowed

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Okay.  So I just watched some stupid “news” blurb video on msn.com about weird things that schools have banned.  Most of it was pretty silly.  Banning bracelets because they distract kids during class, Uggs because kids hide their cellphones in their boots.

Kids have cellphones now?  Can I get a what the fuck?

Anyway, the above problem is easily rectified by reintroducing school uniforms.  Kids can still express their individuality at home or with a hair cut.  But if schools want to solve their problems with shit like Uggs and bracelets, they should develop and enforce a strict dress code or uniform.  The End.

Then there was mention of a school that banned dogdeball because it allowed kids to be targeted and bullied.  Of course contact sports like football and hockey are fine, because its okay to beat the shit out of each other if you’re wearing equipment.  And if its just part of the game.  But not with dodgeball.  That steps over the line.

Give.Me.A.Break.

But here’s the real kicker. A school in the UK has banned best friends.  Yes.  Don’t rub your eyes, bitches.  You did in fact read that right.

I’m sorry, but didn’t we just ban dodgeball as an act in the war on bullying?  So I have an idea, let’s ban close friendships and not allow children to form peer groups.   Doesn’t having a good group of friends who are willing to stick up for you part of the preventative medicine for bullying?  I think a child is much less likely to be bullied when they have a tight group of friends about them.  Or did I miss something?

The school is apparently concerned that having “BFFs” encourages clicks.  So what?  Different people have different interests.

I.Just.Don’t.Get.It.

But what I do get is this:  Kids have always been mean.  They pick on kids who are easy targets.  And if you have your friends around you, you’re not an easy target.  I never ever once got bullied when I was with my friends, but when I was alone or the outsider in an environment, the vultures descended.

Of course then I also grew up and bought some big girl panties and nobody ever tried to bully me again.  But that’s a whole other post.

The other reason the school doesn’t allow BFFs is because the fights that may occur between the children is too traumatizing and emotionally difficult.  Seriously?  THIS is how we are teaching our children to resolve conflict?  Avoid it?  Don’t build meaningful relationships because you might have an argument?

And we wonder why the divorce rate in the Western world is so high.  We don’t know how to resolve anything anymore.

The world is seriously going to shit.  No wonder I drink.  People are fucking retarded.  And by people, I mean the ones in charge of shit.

Happy Hot on The Titties.

 

Hot On The Titties Is Back!

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I bet you think you know what I’m going to write about today don’t you?  Since the restaurant in Washington has banned children under 9 in the evening, you figure I’m all hot on the tits about this again.  But I think I’ve exhausted my opinion on it.  If you want to read about it, click here.

NO, bitches, today I want to talk about something else that irritates me.

I. Fucking. Hate. The Word. Playdate.

It is seriously the most ridiculous term that has ever entered our common vocabulary.  It sends gross chills up my spine it’s so stupid. And the reason it annoys me so much?  It is indicative of just how retarded we have become when it comes to over-scheduling not just the activities of our children, but of our lives in general.

Since when do babies and small children need to have social coordinators? Let’s face it.  What’s actually happening is two parents needed some adult companionship so they throw their children together in hopes that they will entertain each other while we have a coffee.  It’s not a play date.  It’s two adults making plans.

I don’t know, maybe I’m just really old fashioned, but I also think it speaks volumes about the loss of community in this generation.  I remember walking across the street after dinner as a child as ringing the doorbell to see if my friend could come outside to play with me.  I don’t remember our parents having to get together and planning something two months from now and calling it a fucking date.  It just makes me sad that we don’t know and trust our neighbors enough these days to be able to do that.

Or maybe the problem is that there is never anybody home.  Everyone is in their car, driving their kids to their 10000 registered activities during the week.  So we can ring the doorbell all we want, but no one will answer.

In any case, you can call me to see if we’re busy today, but if you call it a playdate, I won’t make you any fucking coffee.  Because I like to go dutch on dates.  Unless you’re paying.

The other thing on my mind today is carseats.  It is recommended that children be strapped into a fucking booster until they are 100 pounds.  Destroyer will be lucky to be hundred pounds by the time she goes to Driver’s Ed.  Do they make boosters for the driver’s seat?  Furthermore, carseats are considered “expired” after 5 years.  We just bought a convertible seat that turns into a booster and is good up to the magic 100 pound mark.  She has finally hit 25 pounds at age 2.  What do you think the chance is that she’ll be 100 pounds within 4 years?

It’s nothing but a fucking money grab.  AS IF i am going to throw the thing out in 4 years.

I hate rules.

When they are stupid.  And I didn’t make them.

And playdates. Because they are make believe.

Discuss.

 

Hot on The Titties: All About Penises

Good Morning, Kids.

Ready to get Hot on the Titties?   I was contemplating what to write about this morning, and started thinking how we spend a lot of time talking about girl things.  You know, childbirth, vaginas, pregnancy, blah blah blah.

Today, boys, I wanna switch it up and talk about your junk.  That’s right.  We’re going to think about penises all day long.

So what I really want to give people a chance to weigh in on is the question of cut or uncut.  Seeing as I will be shooting a boy out of my cookie in a few short weeks, we have had to make the decision on whether or not to circumcise our man-child.  And we’ve decided that we absolutely will.  Does that make us horrible people?  Or are we traditionalists, who want what we feel is best for our child?

Years ago, it was such a no-brainer.  In fact, they used to snip away right after birth, right in the hospital and be done with it.  I think you could even get a rabbi to come in and do it for you if you were Jewish enough.

Now, however, it’s just another topic in an endless stream of parenting decisions.  Googling circumcision this morning provided me horrible images of procedures gone wrong.  Blood stained infants.  Protest and parades of people wearing penis suits marching down city streets.  It’s become a real thing.

So, why or why not?

There seems to be some evidence that removing the foreskin can help prevent sexually transmitted diseases (particularly HIV), is cleaner, and perhaps even prevents penile cancer.  (though this cancer is so rare the jury is still out on this).

Then the great Dr. Sears claims that the prevention of infections, etc is only relevant if the man or boy isn’t following proper hygiene.

There is a chance that keeping the foreskin makes sex better.  But this is my son we’re talking about, and he will remain a virgin until his wedding day so really, is this relevant?  His sexy time is not my business.

Plus there is the whole aesthetic.  I don’t know what the rest of you girls prefer, but I like the penis to be nice and streamlined.  I like the purple head that comes out.  I like a clean, naked look.  It’s kind like someone walking around wearing a hood all of the time.  Don’t people usually do this when they have something to hide?  Or if they are ugly?  Or ashamed of something?

I want to know what I’m getting.  NO shameful, ugly, hidden penises for me.  I like it cut.  I’ve never even seen a real live, uncut Johnson.  Only in the movies, and they looked kinda scary.  Like something out of my invertebrate zoology textbook.

And let’s get real about the whole hygiene thing.  It usually takes about until the child is 3 or so for the foreskin to be completely retractable.   Which means every time they bathe or you bathe them, you will have to manually pull it back and get in there to clean it out.  Is there something wrong with me if I say that this horrifies me?    I don’t want to peel back his penis skin.  And as if any little boy will remember to do this on his own.

NO. We don’t want any smelly, hooded penises in this house.  They’re not for us.

But medically, and if I try to be reasonable, there isn’t concrete medical reasons to have my child circumcised.  And I’m not Jewish.

But Jesus was.  And we are supposed to live like Jesus, right?  So circumcision it is.

How about you?  Cut or Uncut?  Did you?  Will you?

And girls…..have you?

Happy Friday, bitches.

 

Locker Room Etiquette: Hot On The Titties Friday

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Get it while it’s hot!

Hot on the Titties Friday.  Everybody’s favorite post of the week.  Today’s topic:  Hockey.

I know.  What the fuck?  I hate hockey.  Maybe I’m a shitty Canadian, but I can’t skate, I can’t play, I don’t know the rules, I find watching it boring, and it goes on forever and ever. 

But you know who I love? Don Cherry.  I. Fucking. Love. Don. Cherry.   He’s an opinionated, ornery bastard who gets it right even when it pisses you off.  I’d go 10 rounds in the sack with him just to listen to him bitch me out and tell me everything I’m doing wrong with my life.  ( Sorry Husband, but you know I would be powerless to the Don.)

Ahhhh.

Ahhhh.

So, when Don’s talking about something, I pay attention.  And this week, he sparked a few fires when he declared that women reporters should not be allowed in the locker room. This of course produced a whole lot of reaction from women in the media, newscasters and chit chat amongst everyday joe hockey fans.

Anyway, I had forgotten all about this controversial statement made by Mr. Cherry until Husband asked me about it over dinner last night.  It was a romantic moment for us because when the conversation turned to hockey I actually engaged him for real rather than my usual generic, humoring responses.  I’m an excellent wife that way.

“So do you think women should be allowed in locker rooms?”  He asked me.   I looked up from my pork chop.  ” No.  I don’t think anybody should be allowed in the locker room.  Unless you are a player, a coach, medical staff or trainer.”

I think he was surprised by my answer, but he decided I was right.  Of course I am.  I’m your wife, pregnant and haven’t had my ice cream yet.  Right by default.

This is also why.  I think a team needs time to debrief and wind down after a game.  They need time to shit, shower and shave before they can speak like human beings in front of a camera.  Give the poor assholes a few minutes to put their false teeth in and look presentable.  And give them some privacy, for crying out loud.

There is no “post-game commentary emergency” that requires interviews to be held by a sweaty , toweled mess of a man with a turtle head poking out.  Give the man a minute.

A locker room is a locker room.  It is a place for team bonding.  It’s a place for nudity.  It’s a place for privacy.   It doesn’t really matter if the reporter is a man or a woman, because the footage will be broadcast on tv anyway.  I mean they’ll edit out any junk that accidentally flashes across the screen but come on.

And what if men were in women’s locker rooms?  HMMM?  You’d be hearing a lot from the peanut gallery on that one I’m sure.  And if I were a woman trying to get my shit together after 3 hours of playing hard sports, the last thing I’d want is some jackass shoving a microphone in my face asking me stupid questions they already know the answers to while my tits are hanging out all over the place.

So as usual I agree with Don Cherry.  But he only got it half right.

Thoughts?

Children: Her Biggest Mistake.

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So most of you know that I love daytime talk shows.  Dr.Phil is my guilty pleasure, and I am still mourning the loss of Oprah.  Sometimes it’s just total garbage, but sometimes the subject hits a nerve.

Yesterday, Dr.Phil had a young couple on who had suffered a miscarriage, a stillbirth, followed by the death of of their 5 month old son.  Horrible.  Devastating.  How could so many heartbreaking events plague one family?  And you watch this show, feeling your own heart break a little every time you see the parent’s faces.  Because as parent, you know that your child is the single most important thing that will ever come into your life.

As a parent, your purpose is to protect your little ones.  And you do it every day out of love, sometimes out of fear, sometimes out of guilt.  But your priority lies with them.   They have become your oxygen.

And then there is this.  Read this.

This British woman has publicly declared, at the age of 57, that having children was the biggest mistake of her life.  She describes them as parasites.  She describes knowing when her son was 5 days old that she never should have had a baby.

So what did she do?  She went through the motions of motherhood, resenting the child the whole time.  Oh.  Yeah.  And she had another child.

What a fucking bitch.  Talk about hot on my titties.

I’m going to be real short about this today, and turn the rant over to you all.

But I will say this.  First of all, If someone knows at 5 days old that they do not want to have this child in their life, why not consider adoption?  I just can’t imagine how hard some loving couples try to find their baby; and then shit like this happens.  There is someone out there who would have loved that baby.  And that baby deserved as much.

Second of all.  Birth control.  Find it.  Use it.

Third of all.  Therapist.  Find one, see one.  Obviously she is not very concerned with making her now adult kids feel like shit by publicly declaring a lack of love for them.  Why would you write a newspaper article about something so devastating and so private?  Did they need to find this out as the entire world did?  She obviously believes that she can’t help the way she feels, but she can help the way she acts.

And even if she doesn’t have love for her children as her children,  she should at least try a little compassion for them as human beings.

I seriously would like to slap this woman in the face and say how could you?  When there are so many parents out there that experience loss and pain and fight their grief every day.  And how it literally destroys some people’s marriages and lives.

And this woman resents her kids because she missed the enjoyment of her own company?  Well enjoy it now, motherfucker.  Because I’m pretty sure that’s all the company you deserve.

Happy Hot on the Titties Friday, Bitches.

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