This got a bit lost in the mix…

This a copy of the post before my last one. It some how has gotten lost in the mix so I’m reposting it so others can understand why I think you should be careful when talking to Brooke (Joni…who ever)

For those of you who read here and have coments from this person, beware, this is the letter I got from her in my mail box today. I’ll probably write another blog with all the emaisl so it will make more sense but I figured I would put this one out to warn some of you now. Brooke’s writing is black mine is red.

Justine,

Well,…I guess I’ll just say this.  It’s been quite “a ride”; although, I can tell we are years apart in our thinking.  Unfortunately, sometimes in life, people and personalities clash, and, I believe, that’s where we stand.  I was very careful about not offending you; however, maybe you need a little bit of reality, now.  Let me tell you about yourself.  If anyone’s writings are difficult to understand, it would be yours.  Maybe, perhaps your lack of education makes it hard for you to keep up with what I’m trying to say.  That, coupled with your extremely closed-mindedness, mixes a concoction of confusion for you.  Doesn’t it?  Also, you’re very young, too, and that makes for unwise parenting. 

You see, if anyone is a bad parent, it certainly isn’t someone who hasn’t or doesn’t breastfeed.  That being said, if you’re so afraid of your children getting sick because they might be around a sick, formula-fed baby, you may want to get them, uh,…vaccinated.  You’re taking a huge risk there, not protecting them from illnesses that are indeed deadly.  Wow, now that’s a terrible parent!  Um,…also, I think, knowing that you have an illness that, not only causes one to live a horrible existence, but a disease that’s deadly, and getting pregnant, with the knowledge of passing it onto your unborn baby, is a bad parent.  Yes, you have a 50% chance of passing that disease onto your offspring, and your were going to take that risk, yet again.  Shame on you!  I read all about this disease, and it’s a horrible thing to have, but to KNOWINGLY pass this on, this suffering on to an innocent, you must be crazy, absolutely crazy!  When I told my husband about you, he couldn’t believe that you would have, not only one child, but two, AND want a third, on top of that!  Well, maybe this just your ignorance seeping through because a person with a normal intelligence wouldn’t do something like this.  Gosh, what is your IQ, your intelligent quotient?

Anyhow, speaking of husbands, I can see, and understand why your husband calls you those names.  You are SO abrasive, and say the meanest things, even though you probably aren’t even aware of this.  Hey, the heat in my kitchen got really hot!  Oh, you may not understand that analogy, but, oh well.  If you had anything going for you, like being pretty, or smart, or nice, kind, generous, or having a nice personality, etc., you might have the ability to make a person feel bad about themselves with the things you say, but, thankfully, you don’t.  You have nothing, and I wonder, with that know-it-all personality of yours, if you have ANY friends, at all!  You said some pretty mean things to me, and I can only guess why, but you “ain’t got nothin’ on me, babe.”  Is it because I’m thin, with long, blond hair, and full, pouty lips?  I mean, are you jealous of me?  Most women have me judged before they even meet me, just based on my appearance.  Yeah, they think that just because I look the way I do, I MUST be a snob, but, I’m not.  You, on the other hand, are just a young, ugly, stupid little girl who should have never had any kids in the first place!  Oh, yeah, your kids are going to be just like you, too, ugly, mean, snotty, stupid, and pregnant, just after they reach puberty.  Oh, I’m curious, do you really think that you’re the only mama that waves, blows kisses, snaps pictures, and plays games with your kids?  Honey, you’re not. 

Jeez, you didn’t invent the concept of positive parenting.  Almost every parent tries to be the best they can be.  Where do you live, Hicksville?  All of my friends and I do this stuff, AND more.  I can’t tell you how many books I’ve read on parenting.  Oh, by the way, I’m talking about books for adults to read, such as:  What To Expect The First Year.  I’m not referring to Barney, and Sesame Street books, sorry.  I went to parenting classes, several times, and his father and I had a very specific plan on raising our children, before our son was ever conceived.  We have NEVER laid a hand on him.  He was NEVER in a playpen (jail) because I refused this.  I announced to everyone that if they were coming to my baby shower, and they were bringing a gift, playpens were not something that would be usable to us.  Hey, dear, the list goes on, and on, and…At any rate, what makes you think you’re such an expert on conceiving, and who do you think you are to gossip about people that you don’t even know?  I know what kind of person you are.  You’re rude, and rotten!

Let’s talk about evil, Evil Clomid for a minute.  How do you begin to gossip about her, a nice person trying to “do her thing”?  She doesn’t even bother anyone, so why the hatred towards her?  Your just jealous of her, I know it.  Your jealous because she’s cute, has an adorable personality, is very educated and intelligent, and gets more hits on her blog than you do.  She’s sweet, funny, and has a wonderful personality.  Have you ever thought about “putting yourself in her shoes?”  You know, she doesn’t really even mean the things that she says about pregnant women.  It’s part of her sense of humor, if you really get to know her.  Gossiping about people only shows your age, and it shows a desperate lack of respect.  I find it despicable, and you need to grow up, and behave like a mature woman with children, rather than a high school girl. 

There’s another thing I want to discuss.  I had a wonderful repore with my writing professor in college.  I was a Dean’s-list student because my grades were that good.  So, with that, I will tell you this: you’re full of it when you say my writings are “hard to follow.”  You see, I know better than that.  We had to write tons of papers, on subjects that WE students picked, and I received “A”s on almost every paper; although, my final grades were always “A”s.  So, I know better, honey.  I was taught, by a professor with a doctorate in writing, how to write a paper, properly.  Another thing, you’re the ONLY one who has ever said anything about my writing, and, any insults coming from you dear, are just…funny because you don’t have much going on “upstairs.”  Hey, how does this feel?  I want to know.  How does it feel to judged, and so harshly, too?  I don’t want any further contact with you.  You’re such an ugly person on the inside, it shows.  I’m so sorry I ever contacted you, and I’m so happy that I don’t have to ever see your face, again.  Oh, and quit with the maiden name stuff because I have no idea what you’re talking about.  You think you’re so smart, but you’re not. 

Brooke, the big b!*#h, now…

Brooke, Joni (what ever your REAL name is)

Hey how ’bout that you wrote a letter that made sense and didn’t go off topic. I guess it takes a pissed blonde bimbo to write something worth reading.

Your opinion of me doesn’t matter but calling my children ugly was wrong. The last four words of your email describe you PERFECTLY!!!

P.S. You apparently have reading comprehension difficulties too.

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