Comments on: My Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Parents

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[...] My terrible, horrible, no good, very bad parents [...]

By: Blogmella

Blogmella — Sat, 08 May 2010 23:42:04 +0000

That is genius.

By: Truth

Truth — Sat, 08 May 2010 23:21:45 +0000

Oh my gosh, I really hope you all are being sarcastic. If not, it’s time some of you get a sense of humor!

This is so typical child behavior. When I was younger, I used to write notes like these to my parents all the time, letting them know I was fed up with them and I was moving out until I found my real parents. I’d even get old boxes and set them up outside our apartment and drag out blankets and steal some food. Then it was dinner and I had to go back inside.

When you’re young, every little thing is a major crisis. My point is yeah, they’re being overdramatic, but they’ll outgrow it. These kids and their parents will look back on this and laugh. It’s cute and relatively harmless. Try not to take it so seriously!

And for goodness sakes, don’t get all worked up over a 9 year old boy’s writing! We’re talking a fourth grader here, not a college student.

By: park rose

park rose — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 22:01:01 +0000

There will be if he starts quoting Nine Inch Nails lyrics.

By: penny4mythots

penny4mythots — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 15:32:39 +0000

it was simply a funny little post with a sense of humor!

By: oi

oi — Wed, 21 Apr 2010 15:57:14 +0000

@ 11.2. 30+?! last I checked it was grey. I am gonna assume that people are plussing me because I owned up to my mistake.
If you guys are really supporting me on not having kids sentiment than I am positively surprised. coming from a culture where not to bear children is like committing heinous crime, I dunno if I would ever find a husband who does not want to crowd this world anymore than it already is.
Only reason I am saying this here is because my parents do not read this blog or they would they kill themselves or at least my mom would.

By: Canthz_B

Canthz_B — Tue, 20 Apr 2010 10:09:44 +0000

Lost in translation, I guess.

I watched Roots. I can see naming your kid “Kizzy”, but not “Stay put”.

Lesson: use the word, not the meaning. “Olivia” means “elf army”, would you name your kid “Elf Army Smith”?

I mean, DAMN!, if Kunta Kinte could figure it out…

Dumb-asses.

By: Heather

Heather — Mon, 19 Apr 2010 23:43:05 +0000

Jhordan Maybe the J is silent, but that doesn’t make it better. Booking kids birthday parties I have learned to bite my tounge.
My husband got someone mad at him for calling their daughter Leia (spelled Le-a) The childs name was La-dash-iya.
The mother pointed out the dash is not silent. EPIC FAIL

By: Heather

Heather — Mon, 19 Apr 2010 23:31:52 +0000

By: marcopuffin

marcopuffin — Mon, 19 Apr 2010 21:03:41 +0000

No offense, Duncan, but if you were so well educated in Scotland, why aren’t you spelling that “offence”…

By: Rae

Rae — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 19:27:39 +0000

When my brother and I were growing up we weren’t allowed to scream. If we were outside we could yell and shout, but there was no screaming unless our “arm was cut off and we were bleeding profusely.” This was actually really clever, because then if we did scream my mom knew it was something really bad and she needed to come running. These parents might consider adopting such a rule, for their own auditory pleasure and so if their child cut his arm off and is bleeding profusely, they’ll know not to ignore his screams.

By: mamason

mamason — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 23:13:31 +0000

OK… totally off topic, but Blogmella, your blog is the funniest thing I read while reading your blog! Seriously. Funny.

P.S. I am a lesbian stalker.

By: Lollipoop

Lollipoop — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 19:06:04 +0000

If she has already reached the melodramatic teenage years and still writes this poorly, her propensity toward being a drama queen is the least of her parents’ worries!

By: Ise

Ise — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 18:48:06 +0000

We live in an area with a high population of Hmong immigrants. My ex’s father was a substitute teacher in his down-time and would come home with lists of interesting names of the children he taught. I was only mildly reassured by the fact that these children had their English name but also a traditional Hmong name that they used at home. Onward, to the list of those I remember! Chlamydia (her mother didn’t know what it was, simply thought it was a pretty word), Mybrother and Mysister (twins), Firefighter, and my favourite: Insurance.