Well, it looks to be a very nice pony, indeed. She takes care of herself, and is probably genetically blessed to look like that after 9 kids (with a 10th onboard). But man oh man, I can’t imagine having a brood like that. Then again, If the guy responsible is good with it, more power to him.
I wonder how long hand-me-downs last? I wonder how many kids have to share a bed? I wonder how many loaves of bread they use a day? I wonder how far away from a Costco or Sam’s Club they are?
Wearing hand-me-downs must suck for 3, 4 & 6.
I always wanted at least four kids. After the first one, my (soon to be) ex didn’t want any more. Even today, I look at some of the local families with plenty of kids and wonder (plenty of Ukrainian, Finn and Mennonite families around here.)
Me too. And it bums me further to see her doing her part for Americas downfall. This is going to turn into a nation of black haired, Mexican and south American type people if families don’t have enough children to at least replace parents of both husband and wife.
There is a book out there called “What To Expect When No One Is Expecting”. This changing demographic is because too many Americans are self-absorbed.
Maybe 35-40 years ago I saw this world was going to be a total shit show and decided not to bring anyone into it to be nothing more than a tax slave.
If by your logic that makes me self absorbed, I think you should either find a better way to define that or rethink your position on the issue.
Had 4, was easy. Lots of handmedowns, everything from clothes to bikes. The key is training them to help out and not be self absorbed pampered jerks. They learned to help me grow and can food, feed livestock and do laundry. The expensive bit is the electronic gadgets teens are expected to have these days.
Teens? The primary school here in town is handing out tablets for the kids to use.
Good onya Jen, the chores I’d most of the trick
I am the oldest of seven and understand the helping out with the laundry, canning, dishes and other chores. Mom had a portable washing machine with a dual roller wringer on top. I used to help her catching the semidry clothes etc coming out of the wringer. Monday was sheets and pillow case day. That was a beotch. Was so glad when we finally moved from the apartment to our own house and got one of them new fangled washing machines that did all of the operations without any intervention .
Imagine that thing must look like a roast beef samich beat with a steel hammered meat tenderizer…..
Chris (CIII)
Describe his pecker now.
Get Netflix.
God Bless them!
God Bless them! Each and every one!
My parents had 11 kids, it was wonderful for us kids. Parents were Greatest Generation, loved each other, God and us. Worked hard to raise us and we did what we could for them when we grew up.
Knew we were not the center of the universe but in a close family that cared.
Mom sure is a good sport. Seriously, a great looking family and they all look loved and cared for.
If I was the dude I’d have double lucky man
This is why I donated to Planned Parenthood when I was working, and I’ll leave it at that(see Mojave Man at Gab.com for a little harder line)
Growing up in a larger family usually (I say, usually) means a better bunch of kids. No way you’re gonna be pampered, you MUST pull your share.
I remember scrubbing tubs, washing machines with squeeze rollers, and mangol’s (mandrel??) for ironing pants and dresses. Yeah, I know how to iron and sew and cook. Self sufficiency was drilled into us as kids. Not no more!
Likes to ride the pony bareback.
Well, it looks to be a very nice pony, indeed. She takes care of herself, and is probably genetically blessed to look like that after 9 kids (with a 10th onboard). But man oh man, I can’t imagine having a brood like that. Then again, If the guy responsible is good with it, more power to him.
I wonder how long hand-me-downs last? I wonder how many kids have to share a bed? I wonder how many loaves of bread they use a day? I wonder how far away from a Costco or Sam’s Club they are?
Wearing hand-me-downs must suck for 3, 4 & 6.
I always wanted at least four kids. After the first one, my (soon to be) ex didn’t want any more. Even today, I look at some of the local families with plenty of kids and wonder (plenty of Ukrainian, Finn and Mennonite families around here.)
Me too. And it bums me further to see her doing her part for Americas downfall. This is going to turn into a nation of black haired, Mexican and south American type people if families don’t have enough children to at least replace parents of both husband and wife.
There is a book out there called “What To Expect When No One Is Expecting”. This changing demographic is because too many Americans are self-absorbed.
Maybe 35-40 years ago I saw this world was going to be a total shit show and decided not to bring anyone into it to be nothing more than a tax slave.
If by your logic that makes me self absorbed, I think you should either find a better way to define that or rethink your position on the issue.
Had 4, was easy. Lots of handmedowns, everything from clothes to bikes. The key is training them to help out and not be self absorbed pampered jerks. They learned to help me grow and can food, feed livestock and do laundry. The expensive bit is the electronic gadgets teens are expected to have these days.
Teens? The primary school here in town is handing out tablets for the kids to use.
Good onya Jen, the chores I’d most of the trick
I am the oldest of seven and understand the helping out with the laundry, canning, dishes and other chores. Mom had a portable washing machine with a dual roller wringer on top. I used to help her catching the semidry clothes etc coming out of the wringer. Monday was sheets and pillow case day. That was a beotch. Was so glad when we finally moved from the apartment to our own house and got one of them new fangled washing machines that did all of the operations without any intervention .
Imagine that thing must look like a roast beef samich beat with a steel hammered meat tenderizer…..
Chris (CIII)
Describe his pecker now.
Get Netflix.
God Bless them!
God Bless them! Each and every one!
My parents had 11 kids, it was wonderful for us kids. Parents were Greatest Generation, loved each other, God and us. Worked hard to raise us and we did what we could for them when we grew up.
Knew we were not the center of the universe but in a close family that cared.
Mom sure is a good sport. Seriously, a great looking family and they all look loved and cared for.
If I was the dude I’d have double lucky man
This is why I donated to Planned Parenthood when I was working, and I’ll leave it at that(see Mojave Man at Gab.com for a little harder line)
Growing up in a larger family usually (I say, usually) means a better bunch of kids. No way you’re gonna be pampered, you MUST pull your share.
I remember scrubbing tubs, washing machines with squeeze rollers, and mangol’s (mandrel??) for ironing pants and dresses. Yeah, I know how to iron and sew and cook. Self sufficiency was drilled into us as kids. Not no more!