I thought it was just coincedence, but after the third time, I got mad. It is always the same call: neglect. This last time, the police were called when my daughter wandered over to the next aisle!! I know who she is, by name, and have never met her, but what started it all, one night,late , i was with my kids, and the frozen food aisle was crowded with carts. i asked my daughter,4, to stay close by me, so she wouldn’t get hit by a cart. The woman,with her hubby, was at the other end of the aisle, and immediatly opened her cell, and began to punch numbers. i paid no attention, it wasn’t my business. The police show up, and the woman points to me, I shrug my shoulders, and go out the door. the police did not stop me, and I thought no more of it. Now, 3 monthes later, every time i go in wal-mart, I get a call from social services saying neglect,even though my kids never leave me or my hubby’s side. i havent gone to the manager yet for fear he will side with her & not hear me out.
the woman is a "christian" and she knows I am not one. She does not like me because I do not go to church, and she knows this. I take good care of my kids, BTW, and she likes to mind other’s business.She is a goody-goody, and actually looks for me when I go in. I told hubby i will leave the kids with him, but since he drives cab, at night, when i go, it is often difficult for me to go alone. I live in the South, where people often do not mind their own business, and i have made more than my share of enemies due to my views.
I went in " late" at 9, because at that time, the store is nearly empty and quieter then. that was the night it all started.
and yes, that is all to the story. I did not leave anything out.

This lady is ahead of me in line with her three kids they have a cart full of groceries the most I have is three items and she looked at me like I was stupid. She should let me go ahead of her
AM I RIGHT?

Someone answered my other question about grocery shopping and it got me to thinking. What is the biggest reason I like to go alone? I don’t know…I have many.

I think because my son wants to touch everything. My kids frustrate each other in the car cart. They want to help. And, it takes about twice as long. Fortunately, they are very good about not asking me for everything.

You?

AW Christmas,that is the one holiday that I have always adored and will always adore,I remember as a kid how the family would come together to celebrate the holidays and how we would always go shopping with shopping carts loaded with toys,games,clothes,electronics,
those days may be over but the only memories I have of them are the ones that will be in my heart forever,I also remember sneaking presents from under the Christmas tree and you know the rest of the story, this Christmas will be extra special because of(I can’t say that)
I LOVE Christmas and will always will,
what do you remember besides your mom giving birth to you loving you.
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This is a confidential forum. You can answer honestly. I saw a kid misbehaving really badly in the grocery store. He was about three and he needed a whack on the seat of his pants. My son told me if his mother had done that she would have been arrested. That he saw a similar thing happened in the grocery store and by the time the lady got her cart and kid to her car the cops were waiting to arrest her. She went to jail and the kid went to Childrens Services all the while screaming "mommy mommy!" Have we as a society taken too many freedoms from ourselves. We follow the teachings of Dr. Spock, but remember, his son committed suicide. So maybe he didn’t know what he was talking about when he taught spare the rod for the sake of the child’s self esteem. What do you think?

Someone answered my other question about grocery shopping and it got me to thinking. What is the biggest reason I like to go alone? I don’t know…I have many.

I think because my son wants to touch everything. My kids frustrate each other in the car cart. They want to "help". And, it takes about twice as long. Fortunately, they are very good about not asking me for everything.

You?

So, I’m almost 13 weeks pregnant with my first child and this week I have suddenly become afraid of being a first time mom! Seeing screaming kids in shopping carts, and projectile vomiting from other places, poop squishing out of diapers… makes me wonder if I can actually handle being a mother! I’m a naturally laid-back person, who is pretty calm and children seem to calm down around me because of how calm I am. But people make parenting sound so difficult and as if it ruins your life, your love life, and any free time that you might have with your spouse is out the window never to be seen until they go to college or move out…

Can anyone out there encourage me? Anyone going through the same thing?
Thanks, I’m 21 too and got married 07-07-07 – my husband is 20. So we’re a young couple!

So, i want to take my kids out for spring break, and i want to take them to several fun places, they would enjoy, any ideas?, i want to talk them to a paintball field?, any good ones?? go-carting, batting cages, aquariums,? anything like that, or any good places, and please post some links thank you
All girls AGES: 10, 11, 14
BTW, we live in michigan.

I built my kid a go-cart for this children’s charity go-kart race thing that’s coming up in town. I’m sure he’ll win, my buddy and I clocked it at 143 miles per hour, and that was with me driving it so it’ll probably be faster for him. Should I add a roll cage just in case he loses control? Because I want him to win so I don’t want to add too much wind resistance.
Oh and don’t worry about his driving skills he’s 8 now I think he can handle it
Why would it be a joke? I just want him to win so he isn’t a big loser like his brother.

Was about 10 years old. I challenged him for being and idiot and called the cops. He was calling his kid stupid and dumb for letting the cart go. It had rolled a little but it had stopped. It did not hit anything.
I was ready to kick his butt but my husband came from behind and the cops arrived at the same time.

im a 15 year old kid so dont expect me to do mishion imposible but…Its a 2 seater 7HP go car and its not in bad condition at all.. im asking 450-500 whats a good way to sell it.. if your intristed call 330-505-1580

i am about 6 week pregnant.
when i first told my guy about it, he was scared like crazy of course, and so was i.
two days later, he said he was over the initial shock and was now getting even a little excited to have a child, and that was honestly the best feeling i can ever remember having: to know that he wouldn’t back out on me, because i am against abortions, and he said he would help me take responsibility for what happened to us.
then, a couple more days later, he called me to tell me that he’d been really thinking about everything, and how we needed to think rationally about our situation.
i am 19 years old and he is 22. he has a full-time job for an hour, but i do not have a job right now because i am in college. i come from a more "wealthy" family, though, and he doesn’t. i’m not saying that my family is uber rich, because we’re not, but both of my parents are doctors. and it also doesn’t mean that his family is dirt poor, but his dad was a marine and his mom is a cop.
he lives on his own and pays for everything himself on his own income, and everything right now for me is pretty much still paid for by my parents.
anyways, i thought things were going amazingly that night he told me he was excited, but then everything changed that next time when he said we needed to speak rationally.
bottom line is we agreed to get me an abortion because of financial problems. i’m sure that his parents and my parents would help, i know they would, but we agreed that we don’t want to have to depends on them forever. we don’t want our baby to ever go without warm clothes, without toys it will want, without anything that it will need.. so we decided that the abortion would be the best thing, since i couldn’t carry a baby for nine months and then just give it away for adoption.
i was fine with the abortion thing for a few weeks, and it still logically makes sense to me, but now.. it’s just like i see babies everywhere. baby carriers, little 2 year olds, kids in shopping carts at the store, baby sections in stores, baby commercials on tv, and i hear about baby stories all the time. it’s not that i never did before, but now it’s just all standing out to me, like it’s saying that i need to have this baby and take the responsibility that i was fine with taking in the beginning.
my guy still thinks it would be the best to get an abortion, and even though he says this, i know he would still be there for me if i decided not to get an abortion. he would be there, he wouldn’t leave me hanging. but he says that an abortion would be the best thing for all three of us: me, him, and our unborn child.

the thing is, my feelings have started to change again. i was absolutely fine with the idea of getting an abortion at first, even though i was against it, because it made the most sense.. but now, it’s just i think EVERYday, hundreds of times a day about how i am going to feel afterwards. if i got an abortion, i know i would never be the same anymore. i’d pretend to have fun, and maybe i could have fun with friends and my guy like old times, but there would still be that one thing in the back of my mind haunting me forever. i wouldn’t become "unpregnant", he and i would just be the parents of a dead baby. and i don’t know how i could live with myself knowing that i took away a life that hadn’t even been given the chance to be lived. what if my baby has real potential? i don’t want to go through the rest of my life having to explain to possible future husbands about how our babies wouldn’t be my first. i don’t want to see babies in shopping carts at the store and think that could have been me, happy with a little boy or girl. i don’t want to hide something so powerful and hanging over me for the rest of my life, because i know that i would regret it and i’ve looked up so many websites on how other women have gotten over abortions, and they all say that there is major depression, regret, hurt, and that their futures are just not as happy as they could have been.

i was fine with the abortion thing at first, but now i’m not. i just don’t know how to break it to my guy, because he still thinks i’m fine with an abortion. i know he wouldn’t back out on me if i told him i was going to have the child, but i know he’d be disappointed in me for not trying to be strong and think about what might be best for the three of us.

someone please help me because i have no idea what to do.

I filled out a restraining order against my neighbor, in Catawba county, she was coming out of her house everyday cussing my kids and threatening them. I have seen her following us on several occasions. The court threw it out and basically thought it was a joke. I don’t think it’s funny that she is cussing my kids, and they built a snowman two years ago and put gloves on it, and had it’s middle fingers up pointed at my house. We took pictures and the cops did nothing. We live on a private road, confirmed with the DOT, and she called the police because my nephew was riding his dirt bike up and down it. She never did this when my other neighbors kids had go- carts riding up and down the streets. The cop argued with my nephew, telling him it was a state road. What can I do about this woman harassing my family. She has also trespassed in my yard several times and the cops won’t do anything.

I was food shopping this afternoon and as I was coming to the end of the aisle to make the right turn to go to the next aisle, pushing my cart in front of me, a kid about 4 or so comes flying – running – across the front of the store and runs head first into the cart. Falls over, screaming, gets up and runs to moomy,I stood there stunned and was shocked that she did not apologizelgies to me….so I just kept on going.

Here is my outpouring. Please don’t just answer with get a divorce, or get counseling because I need more than that. I met my husband in June 2008. He worked in the mall in the store across from mine. We were both 23. I was instantly (as was he) sexually attracted and exchanged numbers. The next day, we hung out and watched a movie and made out and he pressured me for sex but I said no. He smoked cigarettes and drank alcohol but knew I was straight-edge. We talked off and on, I flaked on him a few times and we ended up not talking again until maybe late late June 2008. He ended up getting arrested July 11 2008 and I was the first person he called. I instantly felt my heart break–there was something in him I needed and I truly cared about him. He was in jail for almost 3 months and we wrote eachother EVERY DAY. I visited him 2 days a week and would just sit outside the jail window when he didn’t have visits because I knew he could see me. He got out September 24th, and we (through the course of our letters and phone calls) became INSEPERABLE. He asked me to marry him and I said yes. We were married September 27th. When he got out, he said he wanted to change his life. No more smoking, drinking, he was continuing to stay off meth (he’d been clean for 9 months at the time) and now…we’re 7 months married, I’m 7 months pregnant, he’s smoking now, drinking alcohol, disappearing EVERY weekend and will NOT tell me where he is. He has relapsed with meth one time. I am not a saint in this. Because of my distrust, I look up his phone records, I go through his phone, even text strange numbers that he’s called late at night asking who it is. He lies about what friends’ house he’s going to be at, he tells me he’ll (for example) be home at 11pm on friday night and doesn’t come home until SUNDAY MORNING. I do not think he is cheating–he has my name tattooed on his neck and his wedding ring line is tanned on his hand. He swears he lives in the movie 8 Mile. He wants to be a rapper (he’s white…) so he (after he decided to FINALLY be honest about where he goes every weekend) goes and raps with his homeboys. He says he lies because he knows I’ll hate his friends but I tell him–I didn’t marry a rapper. I married a guy who was just as clingy as me. Not an alcohol drinking, smoking, lying, idiot that would leave me alone every weekend while I’m at home, 7 months pregnant. We have sex every couple of days and when I confronted him with my need to have sex daily (at the onset of marriage, we had sex three or four times a day) he says he’s cool. The truth came out when we argued in the car two nights ago: he told me to get in the backseat of his car and he was taking me to get some food at Sonic while he freestyled and drove with a 32 oz. Miller Highlife in his lap. I begged him not to drive drinking with me (and our unborn son) in the car plus he’s on probation so…but when we left Sonic and were sitting in a parking lot, I told him I wanted to sit in the passenger seat up front. So I got out and he started in on me because he thinks he doesn’t satisfy me sexually (which I NEVER said..just that we don’t do it enough.) and I said no, we don’t have sex at all. So he drove off and I was in this parking lot barefoot at 11pm. I didn’t know what to do–he sped over to me really quick and screamed out the window he was going to bring back 4 or 5 black guys to f**k (me) good and then drove to the gas station nearby and stopped a guy presumably asking if he wanted to have sex with me. I started to walk to the grocery store to use the phone to call his sister and he came back and asked the grocery cart kid if he wanted to **** his wife’s loose sl*tty p*ssy. Eventually, he told me to get back in the car and we came home and laid in bed. I got so mad I started talking so filthy to him and crying asking him how he could call his wife and the mother of his child a slut and comment on my body like he did and he said it was true. LONG STORY SHORT: my husband and I have physically fought once before, we are constantly emotionally abusing each other, but at the same time, he’ll come home with my name tattooed on his neck and I feel sick thinking of him not in my or our son’s life. How can I stop being so controlling and is my controlling behavior leading him to act like this? What can we do…? We aren’t trailer trash hicks but I swear I feel like it sometimes.

A toy rocket of mass 50 grams can accelerate horizontally with an acceleration of 29.8 m/sec2. The rocket engine operates for 3 seconds before burnout, and provides constant thrust (force) during its burn. Assuming negligible air friction, how high will it go when fired straight up?

Mother of 6 kids pulls two carts of groceries connected by a rope through the grocery store. The first cart is full and has a mass of 60.2 kg and the second cart is full of potato chips and weighs 125 Newtons. She is late for piano lessons so she runs through the store exerting a force of 90 Newtons on the carts. What is the tension in the rope?

At lift off, the three main engines and the two booster rockets of the 4.5X106 lb space shuttle produced 6.4X106 lbs of thrust vertically downward. What was the acceleration at liftoff and assuming the acceleration remains constant how long did it take the shuttle to rise through its own height of 184 ft?

Questions are just for fun, not graded, just curious to see what you get

Please give me numbers, as well as procedure. Answer what you can.

are fat as hell, looks like slobs with mickey mouse shirts on and cheap pants and 3 kids can afford to drive new vehicles (yes Im jealous) I was at walmart and you see it everywhere, fat moms with brand new suvs, tons of crap in the cart and kids who dont listen. I keep myself slim and healthy and Im a good mom whose kid listens…Im jealous because Im starting to think that to have the nice mom things, you have to let yourself go and not care about hygiene, then your man will buy you a new vehicle and house…
I am picking on fat women right now because it takes effort to stay slim…but it takes nothing to be fat, except a cart full of junk food…and they ALL cant have medical disorders!
Maybe not all fat women are like this, Im just talking about the ones who ARE.
IAM TALKING ABOUT THE FAT STAY HOME MOMS WHO DO NOTHING…NOT ONES WHO WORK, BUT THE ONES WHOSE HUSBANDS DO ALL THE WORK AND THEY DO NOTHING BUT SIT AROUND ALL DAY AND SMOKE AND WATCH TV. I KNOW WOMEN LIKE THIS!

Here is my outpouring. Please don’t just answer with get a divorce, or get counseling because I need more than that. I met my husband in June 2008. He worked in the mall in the store across from mine. We were both 23. I was instantly (as was he) sexually attracted and exchanged numbers. The next day, we hung out and watched a movie and made out and he pressured me for sex but I said no. He smoked cigarettes and drank alcohol but knew I was straight-edge. We talked off and on, I flaked on him a few times and we ended up not talking again until maybe late late June 2008. He ended up getting arrested July 11 2008 and I was the first person he called. I instantly felt my heart break–there was something in him I needed and I truly cared about him. He was in jail for almost 3 months and we wrote eachother EVERY DAY. I visited him 2 days a week and would just sit outside the jail window when he didn’t have visits because I knew he could see me. He got out September 24th, and we (through the course of our letters and phone calls) became INSEPERABLE. He asked me to marry him and I said yes. We were married September 27th. When he got out, he said he wanted to change his life. No more smoking, drinking, he was continuing to stay off meth (he’d been clean for 9 months at the time) and now…we’re 7 months married, I’m 7 months pregnant, he’s smoking now, drinking alcohol, disappearing EVERY weekend and will NOT tell me where he is. He has relapsed with meth one time. I am not a saint in this. Because of my distrust, I look up his phone records, I go through his phone, even text strange numbers that he’s called late at night asking who it is. He lies about what friends’ house he’s going to be at, he tells me he’ll (for example) be home at 11pm on friday night and doesn’t come home until SUNDAY MORNING. I do not think he is cheating–he has my name tattooed on his neck and his wedding ring line is tanned on his hand. He swears he lives in the movie 8 Mile. He wants to be a rapper (he’s white…) so he (after he decided to FINALLY be honest about where he goes every weekend) goes and raps with his homeboys. He says he lies because he knows I’ll hate his friends but I tell him–I didn’t marry a rapper. I married a guy who was just as clingy as me. Not an alcohol drinking, smoking, lying, idiot that would leave me alone every weekend while I’m at home, 7 months pregnant. We have sex every couple of days and when I confronted him with my need to have sex daily (at the onset of marriage, we had sex three or four times a day) he says he’s cool. The truth came out when we argued in the car two nights ago: he told me to get in the backseat of his car and he was taking me to get some food at Sonic while he freestyled and drove with a 32 oz. Miller Highlife in his lap. I begged him not to drive drinking with me (and our unborn son) in the car plus he’s on probation so…but when we left Sonic and were sitting in a parking lot, I told him I wanted to sit in the passenger seat up front. So I got out and he started in on me because he thinks he doesn’t satisfy me sexually (which I NEVER said..just that we don’t do it enough.) and I said no, we don’t have sex at all. So he drove off and I was in this parking lot barefoot at 11pm. I didn’t know what to do–he sped over to me really quick and screamed out the window he was going to bring back 4 or 5 black guys to f**k (me) good and then drove to the gas station nearby and stopped a guy presumably asking if he wanted to have sex with me. I started to walk to the grocery store to use the phone to call his sister and he came back and asked the grocery cart kid if he wanted to **** his wife’s loose sl*tty p*ssy. Eventually, he told me to get back in the car and we came home and laid in bed. I got so mad I started talking so filthy to him and crying asking him how he could call his wife and the mother of his child a slut and comment on my body like he did and he said it was true. LONG STORY SHORT: my husband and I have physically fought once before, we are constantly emotionally abusing each other, but at the same time, he’ll come home with my name tattooed on his neck and I feel sick thinking of him not in my or our son’s life. How can I stop being so controlling and is my controlling behavior leading him to act like this? What can we do…? We aren’t trailer trash hicks but I swear I feel like it sometimes.

I was doing that today, walk past, toss some brown rice into someone else’s cart "I don’t want this anymore". I tossed some noodles into some old guy’s cart, he was a little irratated. I said to a kid you want some candy? and then tossed a bag of candy into the cart his mom was like "Excuse me what are you doing" I laughed and told her and her son to "Go —- your son, —–" she tossed that bag of candy at my back hard. I did that to like six people today, the store manager was this 50 something year old lady and some very large bag boys, she told me to "Please leave, now sir!"
I knocking boxes of stuff off the shelves, as I was leaving, the box boy shoved him. Basically the pushed me out the store. hahahaa

I always see them pushing those things around town with their kids riding in them. Obviously, they hijacked those carts from the local grocery store—and that’s stealing! What’s up with that? Grocery stores are going bankrupt replacing those carts you know. HAHAHA

Those Born 1930-1979
READ TO THE BOTTOM FOR QUOTE OF THE MONTH BY JAY LENO. IF YOU DON’T READ ANYTHING ELSE—VERY WELL STATED

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930′s, 40′s, 50′s, 60′s and 70′s!!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.

As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank Kool-aid made with sugar, but we weren’t overweight because,
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

We played…tag your it, Indians & Cowboys. The Indians always lost the battle. Snow ball fights….who could hit a moving car with a snow ball and run like heck without being caught.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We didn’t rush to the emergency room for a scrap on the knee, or bashing our heads into something that got in the way.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendos,
X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVDs, no surround-sound or CDs, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chat rooms……..
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

Kind of makes you want to run through the
house with scissors, doesn’t it?!

The quote of the month is by Jay Leno:
"With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?"

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Every time we go to Target, my daughter finds the flimsy plasti-crap toy shopping cart and enjoys pushing it around the store. This has been going on for a year…. and I have so far not bought it for her because it is flimsy and overpriced.

Since her 3rd birthday is nearing, this is the item that came to mind when thinking about what she gravitates toward. I could get her a better quality shopping cart than that…but how long is it likely to hold her interest now that she is turning 3?

Does your child have a toy shopping cart? At what age did they lose interest in playing with it?

My kid hit curb, and I don’t know much about golf carts. What could have possibly happened? When you are driving straight, and you let go of the wheel, it will almost make a u-turn! Please help!! Thanks

Anyone know what their referencing? When peter griffin and a lion and other kids go on a train cart on a train track to space and get lost or something, does anyone know what they are making fun of? Because I feel like i’ve seen that before, but without Peter Griffin.

I’m thinking he needs a makeover. There was a few other kids there with cooler cart covers and their moms had designer diaper bags. I have been carrying around this Skip Hop diaper bag that is so last season. What do I do? Also, should I ditch the husband because I’d like to be twice the parent to him? Thanks.

Can any "real" parents help me out? Zorro? You were on a roll yesterday!