I judged my friend Nancy. She has three kids (21, 6, and 4) and the six year old is chunky, to say the least. I was out with her and another friend who has a 6 year old and a 4 year old. We were talking about what our kids eat for lunches and snacks and she said she really has to be careful about what she packs for him because his pediatrician is concerned about his weight.
Then, we started talking about the price of a gallon of milk (I know, so exciting) and she says she only keeps chocolate milk in the house.
So we moved on to talking about breakfast. Here's what she keeps in the house for her kids to have for breakfast: french toast sticks, waffles, chocolate chip pancakes, ready-to-eat bacon, and Jimmy Dean microwaveable breakfast sandwiches. I said, "whatever happened to a bowl of cereal before school?" She said "oh, we keep Frosted Flakes and Apple Jacks in the house too."
The kid doesn't stand a chance.
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2 little girls with their mom in my stroller strides class (never seen them before). Both under 3 yrs old. One drinking strawberry milk, one drinking chocolate, both wearing pink bedazzled "Diva" and "Princess" shirts. How do you even choose who's the princess and who's the diva?
I judged Edith for going to her GP for mental health issues with the express purpose of being able to direct the outcome. Dude, psychiatrists make it complicated because it's not something to play around with.
I judged my little brother for wanting to get a job as a security guard (and taking the necessary classes to do so). Really? A security guard?
I'm currently judging myself for agreeing to go to dinner tonight with someone that I don't really want to go out with.
All 4 new people they just hired:
1- her name is Mitzi. oof.
2- He literally weighs 500 lbs and has to walk with a walker.
3- She drives a bright purple neon with a giant tinkerbell sticker on the back.
4- judged by association.
This isn't judging, more just chuckling at silliness.
Sometimes these days, when I get on a crowded bus to/from work, someone will stand up and give me a seat. Other times, no one offers a seat. This doesn't bother me, as I'm still perfectly capable of maintaining my balance while standing. But very often the people sitting around me (the ones who don't get up) start sneaking guilty looks at my belly, staring determinedly out the window, or shifting their stuff around, as if to signal "oh, mah briefcase is SO HEAVEH, I couldn't possibly stand up for you!"
Dude. If you want to keep your seat, keep it. I'm fine. No need to get all flustered about it.
My coworker's wife. They have two kids, the older 3, the younger 8 months. They haven't gone out for dinner w/o the kids since the older was born and refuse to have anyone babysit (including the grandparents).
Girl in my Con Law class. She wasn't there for seating chart day and wants to sit in my seat (for no special reason other than she just wants to). No biggie, except there are no other seats left but the back row, and I concentrate much better close to the front. She threw an outright hissy fit about it last night. FFS, we're adults, act like one. You weren't here, suck it up, it's your fault and not my problem.
Also, her blue colored contacts look ridiculous.
The hair grows in thick where the horn used to be.
She's willing to start a fight for a seat in the front? Is she a notorious gunner or something?
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I don't know, I've never met her before. I think she used to be a day student. She seems really, really young. I think she doesn't know how we roll in the evening program (ie, everyone is really really really nice to each other because we're going to see each other a lot for 4 years).
She also wears hipster clothes. Which I judge.
The hair grows in thick where the horn used to be.
I am forever judging hipsters. Take a bath, whiner.
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my co-worker for wearing nylons with sandals, but this is a constant judging.
my son's girlfriend for considering a bar code tatoo.
oh, no judging, but just because I think it's funny and wanted to share, my evil ex-step-mother got deported.
People still wear those?
What happened with the seats? Did you go sit in the back or hold your ground?
Not exactly "judging," but I find it interesting that TSD is trying to get her son into acting. (See Moo's post below).
Is the motivation $$? Or is it my kid is soooo cute, I need to share him with world??
That thread just makes me want donuts.
I judge "oodles", puggles etc. It's a mutt. You paid way too much for a mutt with a cutesy name. Similarly I judge people who don't rescue their animals and people who think they should breed their dog because it's cute.
I judge smokers.
I judge most tattoos.
My favorite is the "YOU ARE INSANE IF THAT DOESN'T GROSS YOU OUT" girl. I guess I need to jump on board the crazy train. I like food. I like donuts. Mmmmm.
This makes me think you haven't read a lot of TSD's posts.
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I also judged the GP for psych meds. I also thought about Christin, "maybe you aren't the kind of wacky you think you are." The doctor is the pro, after all.
I also enjoyed TSD's post. Maybe I've seen one too many E! specials on LiLo but I can't imagine trying to get my kid into the biz.
I just the state I'm living in for a number of reasons, not the least of which is the half dozen options for NASCAR license plates.
Ha! No, I am definitely not surprised. Just mostly wondering about motivation. I guess vanity is also a motivator.
Neither. In a class a bunch of us SAHM's take the son of one of the teachers is involved in it and in a bunch of ads for Carters. She gave us some contact names if we wanted to do it. I'm home. I have the time to do it and my sister, brother and I did it as kids. I liked doing it myself so if someone wanted him I'd see if he liked it. But, it's a moot point because the people I contacted didn't have work for him. The Carters kid does make a decent dollar though so it wouldn't be bad for his college fund.
hmmm.
I judged the lady entering the MOPS meeting with a double stroller. I said "let me get that for you!" and started to hold open the door (which was one of those handicapped accessible ones with the button to open the door) and she ROLLED HER EYES AT ME, huffed, and said "no. Now I have to wait until it closes before I can open it again." Ummm, okay snatch.
I also judge myself for joining a MOPS group. There's lots of type A I'm a perfect mother types but I think there's a few that I will hit it off with, and that's what I was looking for. That and to find some possible playgroup friends in our area.
Maltoodle. That's fun to say! And of course I know that not all "designer breeds" were bought. Feel free to judge me for jumping to conclusions :-)
eta: My level of judginess exponentially increases if I learn you DID buy from a crummy breeder. Maybe I should spend less time on the Pets board. There is often lots of judging before knowing the whole story going on there that I don't always love.
aaaaand.......... noted.