Teresa, so nice that you throw such a beautiful party for your daughter’s 9th birthday. While guests are arriving, your three-year-old is climbing up the outside of the iron banister up the steps and you are nowhere in sight. Extremely dangerous to say the least. Then your husband pulls up with your daughter’s not so “girly girl” birthday gift. Your 9 year old daughter gets on a mini ATV, with no helmet, no “lesson from an adult” to make sure she knows how to operate it and if that isn’t disturbing enough, you throw your three year old on the back without a helmet (and without paying attention that she should be at least 8+ and probably not even be on as a double rider in the first place, and then send them off with balloons attached, which could have wrapped around a tire (causing even more serious problems). And all you can say is don’t get dirty from the mud? You are not worried about your children in any way, shape or form. To me, that was an endangerment to your babies. Pay attention, puhleaze. Next time you judge me for saying something, you might want to look into your parenting skills. Just sayin, Teresa. And I have to say, thank you. You finally switched from talking about my vagina, to me having balls. Oh wait, big balls at that. I’m a psychobitch? Seriously, Teresa? Is there no end to your butchering of the English vocabulary? Or did you just look up defaming words, and throw them all at me?
Oh Dina, Dina, Dina, pathetic Dina. I’m going to keep this brief. You talk about being enlightened and you talk about being a good person, but your actions speak much louder. You can fool some of the people some of the time – all of the people some of the time, but not ALL of the people all of the time. Grow up little girl. Just sayin’.