I was blown away when I saw these at Toy's R Us. I just can't believe that the American public would want their little girls playing with dolls that look like this. I think it's appalling.Why would Mother's want their daughters to have these particular "dolls?"
I just don't get it. These dolls look like little hookers.
"Happy 5th Birthday Little Tiffany. I thought you would like to play and pretend with Hooker Barbie! Maybe you can wear your makeup like her! Or, let's dress like her and have a pimp party!!"
Doll is dripping in faux diamonds and faux jewel-encrusted clothing from head to toe. Comes
with a hot outfit, a glamorous side fashion, and tons of bling-themed
piece count like a fun purse, a cell phone, and make-up. Each doll comes with a totally sparkly bling ring for the girl
My Scene Collection Age Range 3 to 14 Years
From the Manufacturer
Scene My Bling Bling dolls are all blinged out and ready to party! Each
doll is dripping in faux diamonds and faux jewel-encrusted clothing
from head to toe. Each doll comes with a hot outfit, a glamorous side
fashion, and tons of bling-themed piece count like a fun purse, a cell
phone, and make-up. Each doll comes with a totally sparkly bling ring
for the girl! MY TAKE: Teach your daughter that the important things in life are partying and material things like diamonds, expensive clothes, and yes, collagen lips! Manufacturer Recommended Age: 5 - 10 years
This is the same doll as above but with a second outfit. Ain't it just special? Isn't it exactly what you want your five year old playing with? This is a special picture. Someone, Rondolo, took the time to set this doll up just perfectly with the scenery behind it. A bit scary for me! Now, I know some of you are saying, "Gee, lighten up Rocky, it's only a doll!" Just don't let people, like your mother in law, hear you complain or look for advise from your friends on how to get your pre-teen daughter to stop dressing like a whore. Don't blame her, she's been admiring and playing with Hooker Barbie since she was five!
Hey... I can't wait for Kenny the Pimp to come out in spring!!
When Is Little Miss S going to stop dropping her food all over the damn ground? Really. Come on. Let's go sister. You are 2 now. You want to get into specifics? You are 2 years 3 months old. Let's get it together. Pick up the fork, put the food in your mouth, and then place the fork back onto the plate. Is it really that difficult? Do you have to shove Macaroni and Cheese into your seat? Do you have to lovingly drop Cheerios on the ground just because you think you are done eating breakfast?
Come on. Just stop. Really. Stop. Really. I mean it, JUST STOP!
Last week, I was chatting on the phone with one of my fellow writers on Mothers Fighting For Others, as I was getting my daughters up from their nap. The conversation was going along the lines of, " So the American Red Cross will... Holy crap! My daughter took off her diaper and threw her poop all around the room! I gotta go!" Click. NICE! Yes, this is what happened. Little Miss S has a habit of taking off her diaper in bed. I have a method of dressing her (that's another post) but I only do it at night with her pajamas. DAMN DAMN DAMN.
Yes. She took off her diaper. Pooped her little balls of poop (I think I was happy that she was a bit constipated, after the fact) squished them into tiny little pieces with her hands, rubbed the walls and the crib with them and discarded the rest all over the floor. Pretty site and wonderful smell I must say!
It was so bad that I started to laugh. Really, what else was I suppose to do? I picked her up and put her in the shower. Scrubbed her down and yelled for the hubby. A few minutes later we realized that Miss M (who was still just sitting in her bed watching us walk around in disbelief) had pooped out of her pull-up as well. And no, she was not even a bit constipated and yes, it was nice and smeary (nice descriptive word don't you think?) Yes, another set of sheets to wash and a little body to scrub down.
It took 40 minutes to Clorox the place down. The smell was still in the air! Unbelievable. So that my friends was the highlight of my week.
Trust me, there is nothing like picking poop off the ground, scrubbing it off the walls while trying to control your gag reflex!
I HATE PEDOPHILES.I wish I could be a vigilante and go out and find all of them, cut off their nuts, and leave them to bleed in an infested pool of leaches while I sit back and eat a bowl of my favorite ice cream.
Okay, down to business. I LOVEDateline NBC To Catch A Predator series. I love Chris Hansen and all the hard working people behind the scenes. The camera men, producers, the "child" actors, the law enforcement agencies, and of course, the fine folks at Perverted Justice are all my heroes. You are doing the world a great favor by getting these sick bastards off the street and hopefully in jail for a long time.
The first few times I watched the show, I felt ill. The thought of a man coming into my home to have sex with my teenage child makes me want to pull out my rifle and aim low!
But last night, there was a 45 second segment that made me laugh out loud. It was so good that I had to rewind twice just so I could see it again. I thought you would like to see it too.
Too bad the Long Beach Police didn't aim lower. The sick bastard should of been tasered a second time. Wait, I'll just rewind!
The back story here is that my lovely children know not to scream for me from upstairs. It is rude. If you have something to say to me, find me, then talk to me. The seven-year-old, I'll call him Old Man N (he's an old soul) is screaming for me from the banister for about two minutes. The Hubby and I are downstairs with the girls laughing our butts off, whispering things we would like to say to them but don't, waiting for him to finally get the point. He finally makes it down to us.
Yes, N. Are you bleeding from the head?
Then why were you screaming for me like a crazy man?
Well, I pooped.
In your bathroom.
Did the toilet overflow?
Is there water on the floor?
No. I want you to come upstairs.
Well... My poop looks...
Nice... Unusual. What seven year old describes his poop unusual? That's right, mine. The old soul.
Who Pee’d On The Floor? Part 1 was my very first post.
I still don’t understand the need and or want to urinate on the floor.
Last night I found what I guessed was a huge puddle of urine. It had turned into a large, brownish-yellow, sticky design on the floor right NEXT to the toilet in the kids’ bathroom. For lack of a better word, I was PISSED!!
I brought the three suspects into the bathroom. They all denied it. They were all convincing too. What was I going to do? I wanted to beat it out of them individually, but it was hard for me not to laugh out loud while all of them looked totally dumbfounded. It was as if I were asking them a question about Quantum Mechanics.
So, I figured I would put it into their hands now. The Blue Bathroom, as we call it, will NOT be cleaned weekly. It will be cleaned DAILY. Each kid will be assigned the duty for one week. My guess/hope is they will get sick of cleaning around the toilet and will be as disgusted as I am after having to do it themselves. They will deal with it among themselves. I am sure the older ones will soon pick off the younger ones for the messes they make.
I hope this works. I guess if there is a Who Pee’d on the Floor Part 3, it didn’t!
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