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I can handle the baby one. I mean I won't touch them (hence the parading), but at least it's tiny. Even kinda cute, from afar.

The other is a fukin DINOSAUR. Like a field lizard (Do these exist?) or something. His tale's gotta be a good two inches.

They've been here two days now. And in case you haven't picked up on it, I am NOT touching a lizard. Call me a puss, but I know grown men that wouldn't touch 'em either. So there.

Shit, I hope they find their way out soon.

::SHUDDER::

I hate lizards. ]]> Tue, 29 Jul 2008 10:38:27 -0500 (My wait time is approximately 30 minutes.... I know; sweet.)



Has anyone seen MTV's bright idea, Engaged & Underage.

Man, these kids are dumb. I mean seriously, d-u-m-b.

What's more aggravating, is these children will (if not already) have babies, continuing this cycle.

Now please, no offense to anyone that was married or had children at a very young age. I am sure you are still happily side-by-side and that your children mean the world to you. More power to you. Power to the people and all that.

It's just that in my line of work, I see the effects of lacking parental involvement and how deeply those kids are impacted. It changes them. Being a parent is HARD! It isn't easy! Why are there so many people (many not even old enough to have a drink) just dying to procreate?? Being a 24/7 role model is a life-changing, SERIOUS JOB.

I mean, take something like mining. That's some dirt in your eyes, heat stroke-inducing, laborous work. I'm not dying to do something like this. Are you?

Get a clue, kids. From one kid to another.

Yep... No kids till you're 30; that's my motto.

Or maybe it's just that I am petrified of the process of getting it here.=x

UPDATE:
Holding 55+ minutes. =D]]> Mon, 28 Jul 2008 21:29:02 -0500
I mean, obviously.

I just want to add some info. Sigh.

Any one got the 411?

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Now, I know I can write. I graduated with a BA from FIU's School of Journalism and Mass Communication -- where I knew many terrible, horrible, very bad writers. In turn, assuring me that writing was just about the only thing I could do. After a brief stint at a PR firm, I became a teacher. Guess what I teach? Yes. Writing. Well, reading, language arts, writing and social studies to be exact, but any publicly-educated Floridian or their parent knows the woes of the 4th grade FCAT Writes... I teach writing. I'm the friend/family member/colleague people come to for grammar, spelling, proofing questions.

I mean give me a topic... I can write the sheezy out of it. It's just that the blogging possibilities are far too endless for an irritatingly indecisive maverick like myself. =D

But, I digress. I suck at blogs.

Blogs.

They're EVERYWHERE.

Damn you, Blog! All of you -- with a capital B.

Bastards.




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