satire
"Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city." - George Burns
Manifesting 101: for students who desperately need a change.
Manifesting 101: for students who desperately need a change. Moving into student accommodation really highlighted to me why I wanted to stay at my actual home so bad, it is so strange here and everything is a clinical, off white colour. The whole place reeks of feet, old food and a faint punge of cigarette smoke. Nice. I wish I could stay at my own home but I have had to go to university finally, apparently I can’t have another gap year which seems ridiculous to me. I was completely wrongfully accused of spending all of my money and still not having a job, which was not acceptable for my parents. I argued that I had a job, it was merely unpaid. My mother didn’t like that I reminded her of that. They cut off my allowance until I prove to them that I am working hard.
By Carmen Taylor5 years ago in Families
Stay Connected
Dear Friend, Good morning – rise and shine. Hope you had a good night. What’s that – your baby sleeps through the night? Good, good… that’s good. You do know that babies need to feed every 6 hours to get sufficient nutrition, though? Good, good… just don’t let him wake too many times, if so, he’s manipulating you, and you need to let him cry.
By Elena Brooks5 years ago in Families
Mom lyfe and school
10 Misconceptions of Moms and Back-to-School Misconception Number 1: Moms miss their kids when they go back to school me about the pool, when is the next snack or if you can stay up late and watch a movie. It’s over….You’re going back to Hogwarts and I get to have a life again. There is a Christmas morning for parents and it’s called “back to school”.
By Ms. Meowtini Straight-Up5 years ago in Families
I’m Flockin Here!
2020 was a pretty wild year, but I don’t need to tell you that. It was historic…we all saw how crazy things got. It was a dark, confusing time and a lot was covered up. And I didn’t even know about plastic then either, so... wait, I’m talkin’ about the Rockefeller Christmas tree incident, what’d you think I meant? I doubt we need to do introductions here, but I’ll play along. My name is Rockefeller, you know the name, the center, the tree, the bird. So yeah, in case you didn’t know I’m kind of a big deal.
By Bailey Lewis5 years ago in Families
Holidazed and Confused. Second Place in Holiday Card Outtakes Challenge.
Earlier this month, my mom and I spent a day decorating our living room for Christmas. After putting on Carrie Underwood's holiday album, setting up the tree and hanging multicolored lights, my mother opened a box of knick knacks to pretty up the hanging shelves just above our sofa.
By Kathryn Milewski5 years ago in Families
The Value of the Letter Q
THE VALUE OF THE LETTER "Q" A Short Essay By: Char Wilcox December 16, 2011 Re-visited: November 7, 2020 Note: This is not an official Essay, I'm sharing it because it makes me giggle to have written such a silly piece. Oh the things we will do as parents to help our children along.
By Char Wilcox5 years ago in Families
Fishing - the great stress reliever
“Whiiirrrllllll” punctured the morning calm. A dink followed by a plop echoed over the water as first the sinker and then the bobber stuck the water a short 25′ from the lake shore. A cascading ring of circles emanated from where the sinker pierced the water and another from the location marking the spot the falling weight pulled the red/white plastic sphere from the air and into contact with the otherwise nearly flat lake’s surface.
By john carter5 years ago in Families
Swimming Lessons
Swimming lessons. The very thought sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t wait for school to end, but I dreaded the advent of having to spend an entire morning for three weeks at Jordan pool. Rumours swirled around the pool deck that someone had seen an actual chunk of ice floating in the pool that morning. Charlie McBain swore that he saw the life guards dump bags of ice in the pool – then again, Charlie had also claimed that the life guards were really former convicts. I had passed through ‘red’ last year, and was now in ‘maroon’ – whatever that meant. I wasn’t thinking of the colour as much as the state of being ‘marooned’ on this wretched pool deck on a Monday morning with the prospects of having to spend a couple hours submerged in a hypothermia inducing pool. As I huddled with my fellow ‘maroonies’ (morons?) I looked around the pool deck. A heavy fifteen foot chain link fence surrounded the pool deck. The tall lifeguard chairs served as the watchtowers to this compound. There would be no escape. I looked beyond the chain link fence to my mother sitting with a group of ladies in their nice comfy lawn chairs – they seemed to enjoy this unfolding horror, just as the Romans enjoyed watching spectacle unfold in their coliseums.
By Greg Slingerland5 years ago in Families
