Which are easier to raise -- boys or girls?

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When boys grow up and become men, their *toys* become MUCH more expensive than girls (think boats, cars, motorcycles, ATVs, planes, trains, etc.).

If you don't keep us in line when we're young and impressionable....whoo boy look out!

I'm watching how my nieces are turning out now that they are in their teens and I'm just floored. The one, who is not even 16 now, has been sleeping with her boyfriend, IN HER PARENTS HOME WITH THEIR FULL CONSENT, for the past 2 years now. I ask my brother all the time, "What are you thinking...wait, don't answer that, you're not!" He just shakes his head and tries to explain to me that, because I'm not a parent, I could never understand and he'd rather have them "doing it" in the safety of their home. Can you imagine?!

Our mother would be slapping him into the next millenium if she were alive today. She certainly didn't raise us like that.

but if he is still worried about her screwing it up for him, maybe there is a game or some other event he and some friends can be taken to? This was discussed here a long time ago, but when I was a kid, my dad took some of my friends and me to a Phillies game for my B-day. It still makes me smile after all these years.

There must be about 15 or 20 female children for every male child. There is NO WAY that is NOT scewed by something. Are they murdering male children? Are they casting them out of the sect? Are they forcing adoptions of male children born to the sect, outside of the sect? Is it that they "need" more females so that they can grow up to be polygamist wives?

Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?

Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.

Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.

Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured.

Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.

They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.

What kind of men were they?

Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners: men of means, well educated. But they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.

Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts and died in rags.

Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.

Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton. At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr. noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.

Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months. John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning to find his wife dead and his children vanished. A few weeks later he died from exhaustion and a broken heart. Norris and Livingston suffered similar fates.

Such were the stories and sacrifices of the American Revolution. These were not wild-eyed, rabble-rousing ruffians. They were soft-spoken men of means and education. They had security, but they valued liberty more. Standing tall and straight, and unwavering, they pledged: For the support of the declaration, with firm reliance on the protection of the divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other, our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.

They gave you and me a free and independent America. The history books told you a lot of what happened in the Revolutionary War. We didn't fight just the British. We were British subjects at that time and we fought our own government!

Some of us take these liberties so much for granted, but we shouldn't. So take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid.

If the child is that bad, send her to counseling. Writing a report brings out all of the reasons the child has done the wrong. Unless she's breaking the law, man-handling is not on the top of my list of punishments! I disagree with your statements, and I disagree with blank rooms. I think talking things out and finding out the root of the problem is the answer, not spanking or punishments that require imprisonment. Obviously, the OP didn't feel the child had done that much wrong or the friend wouldn't have been allowed to spend the night. That's all I have to say on this issue, which is ridiculous in this day and age of molesters. Oh, and I was paddled on my bare bottom at age 10.... No, I wasn't too fond of men. This issue is no different than a wife beater or child molester.....

How come a guy can waltz in and land the high-paying job without a degree, yet the woman has to have the proof of degree in hand, the multiple references (which with us are ALWAYS checked--men hardly ever), and the johnny-on-the-spot answers to such stupid-ass questions as, "If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?" ...all for a job (whether it's this field or whatever) with crappy benefits and crappy pay and even crappier treatment when you want time to also do the most noble thing of all and be a mother.

I like where I live...but after a week from H E double toothpicks last week, I really feel that a bit of distance between myself and any family members would be better. Long story short, you think your family will be there to help when you need it, but instead all you get is beaten down and end up feeling bad and having to deal with your crises by yourself anyway (it's the ONLY reason I moved back to this area a couple of years ago).

Currently, I live in the deep south and my city has an excellent !!! school system, but I know there are other good school systems out there. So, here are some of what I would like in addition to a good school system.

Near water and mountains (could be lake or ocean, or state park), easy access to public transportation (in case my car breaks down), a good YMCA or city recreation center.

I've been looking at a borough just north of Philly, a couple of small cities in Virginia, a city north of Denver, some areas in North Carolina. I would like to avoid the west coast unless it's somewhere in Washington State or Oregon. I've considered the Reno area, but I've never been there and I don't know what the schools are like.

When we lived in the city, we let both of our cats out on leashes but they wore harnesses, mainly so they couldn't slip loose. They did start out as kittens with them though, not as adult cats. They would hear me jingle their leashes and harnesses and come RUNNING to be tied outside to the little backyard there. They absolutely loved it and the worst that would happen is they would get tangled to each other and around a bush. I was always around to supervise though...usually enjoying morning coffee out on the back deck listening to the thumping cars and sirened-vehicles drive by. Man do I miss the city--NOT!

We were lucky, my DH never lost his job, but the town we lived in had about a 75% foreclosure rate with vacant houses and most of the businesses closed down.

We ate a lot of Hamburger Helper, mac & cheese, Rice A Roni, and Top Ramen. My 3 kids got their clothes and shoes at thrift stores, I went without. DH went without. We would have qualified for food stamps, but the state couldn't afford to have a program. Oh, and after Regan failed to get the school lunch program dumped completely he wanted ketchup declared a vegetable.

There was no question of me working - first there were no jobs, and second anything I earned plus some would have gone to daycare. Doctor and dentist visits were just about nonexistent because we couldn't afford insurance.

After that hellish 8 years things slowly got better until W, and wow, it's like Deja Vu all over again! Ain't it great?

My sister had her child at 42....the only girl outta 7 grandchildren....guess who's grandma's princess?