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Okay, so they’ve been forcing sick animals through the food line, grinding them up and feeding them to American School Kids.
Thanks worthless Government run Public School Systems!

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I’m off to email my district and find out if this meat was used here.
I’d suggest everyone do a little looking for themselves as well.

I would not feed sick and dying cows to my animals, And I surely would not choose to ever feed it to any kids, I expect our tax dollars to take into account this nutrition, not the the school lunches have been great for you for years.

Monday is gonna blow.

Typically, the above statement is enough to make any decent parent wince. I am one of those parents. I am the primary grocery shopper in my household. Which means that I am at the grocery store a lot. Most grocery stores have a nice, clean appearance, as they should. I visited a local grocery store night before last to purchase formula for my 8-month old. It was about 11:30p.m. I had not realized I was almost out of formula, with not even enough to make it through the night. So, off to the store I go. I get there, go down the infant supplies aisle, and realize there was barely even any formula left. I looked high, and I looked low. Oh, there it is all the way on the bottom shelf. I get down on both knees in the middle of the aisle to pull out the cans that were lucky enough to be coming home with me. About the 3rd or 4th can I pulled out was completely covered with mouse/rat feces. I almost lost that bedtime snack I ate before I left. So, I proceed to the front to find someone that works there to see if they had any other cans. The graceless mess of an old heifer manning the self-check out informed me that it was not her responsibility to help me out. She didn’t have time to go to the back to check the stock for me. I shoved the cart full of goods at her and replied, “Well, here is one of your responsibilities, put this crap away!” I drove to Wal-mart in tears. I arrived at Wal-mart only to find they were also out of the formula I needed. BUT, the lady I asked at Wal-mart to help me, had not only herself looking, she had three other people looking as well. She tried everything in her power to help my situation. I ended up with some of the formula I needed, and the other local grocery store ended up with a formal complaint to the FDA. I included a call to the home office of the store. I would assume the rodent problem will be taken care of promptly…although, I won’t be going back to check. Nasty Bastards.

Just had a recorded phone call message from the Superintendent stating there has been one confirmed case of MRSA in the district, no details were given to which school or if they intend to shut anything down to disinfect

Here’s some other basic links for more information:

MRSA Wiki

MRSA Mayo Clinic

Newstory

Another News Story

I’m erring on the side of caution until I have more information on what school, and what steps they’re taking for preventing the spread.

My daughter was just on 13 days of antibiotics, 3 days of Amoxicillin (for a dog bite of her lower mouth and face) after which she STILL ended up with a secondary infection and was put on Augmentin for another 10 days afterwards.

My fear is she was just on some pretty strong antibiotics, and I don’t have enough info to feel safe for her.

Do you think I’m being a nut, or would you do the same?

I swore when I left the hell-hole I would never look for employment in the finance field again, but upon seeking gainful employment for the past two weeks, it’s become increasingly apparent to me that in the grand scheme of things that this is what I do best.

This is a very depressed area, with most folks around this section of the city collecting welfare, food stamps, and Social Security disability benefits, so in my field of expertise, there are many, many businesses that cater to this particular group of people.

When I call these businesses to inquire as to whether or not they’re hiring, that for the most part they say they’re taking applications, but once I arrived in all sixteen places, they took one of the 16 resumes and I’m told, “We aren’t hiring right now, but I’ll fax your resume to the home office.” I never get to the application unless I ask for one. It’s difficult too, for me not to notice that most of these females are in their 20’s and 30’s, dressed like they’re going either to a barn dance or a rave, and hold managerial positions.
Please, someone help me out here. What in the hell is wrong with this picture?

I did have a call-back from an online application from a huge call-center from an East Indian type fellow who said they’d love to set up an interview for Friday. He asked me if I were using Microsoft Word and Microsoft Excel if I knew how to switch programs. Woah! Be still my heart!
Not to be daunted by a little condescension, I said I would be happy to be there at 9 AM; and would of course arrive fifteen minutes early, as requested.
Little more than two hours later, another East Indian fellow called to confirm I would indeed be there at the appointed time and place, and could I also confirm that none of the information I had given had changed since my last conversation with the other representative of their company.
I wanted to tell him I’d moved three times since then, changed my phone number more often than my underwear, and given birth six times.

Yesterday I stopped in the grocery to buy a six pack of soda. I had no Bi-Lo discount card with me, so the cashier offered to get an application for me. In the meantime, she did offer another card to use until mine arrives in the mail. Cute little thing I can put on my keyring.

Bi-Lo for Seniors.

As an extra bonus, I have a birthday coming up in just 11 more days.

Perhaps I should pick out my shroud now.

FishnetMama has never been one to go to the doctor all that much. She is not a pill popper. She has taken antibiotics about three times in the last twenty years and only takes pain killers for migraine attacks. Yet, today she found herself walking down the road with a box of Prozac in her bag, asking herself how the hell that happened.

FishnetMama’s life went kind of pear-shaped last year, which lead to her moving from one country to another (via yet another) this July. This involved a rather long train journey with several changes en route - without benefit of lifts, escalators, or porters. Luggage trolleys were hard to come by for FishnetMama’s two cats in a carrier, heavy suitcase, computer, handbag and one bag of shoes which the nice removal people had forgotten to put in their lorry. So, when FishnetMama finally reached her destination, she found that she had knackered her back.

She eventually went to the doctor. She got referred to a physio ( 4 visits so far, back still knackered) and the doctor asked her if she had any other problems. FishnetMama said she was trying to give up smoking and had put on some weight, could she have some help here. She got given free nicotine patches (they don’t work, and the lozenges aren’t so hot, either) but was told that any kind of appetite suppressant was a no-no. A big no-no. So, a big no-no help with the weight gain, there, folks.

Doctor: I think you are probably depressed.

FNM: Maybe. My life has kind of fallen apart.

Doctor: Fill in this questionnaire and we’ll talk about it next time you come to see me. Book an appointment on your way out.

Six weeks elapsed between appointments (the doctor went on holiday). Today, it transpired that - according to the doctor - FishnetMama is suffering from mid-level depression. (She thinks that this is pretty fucking good, considering what she has been through in the last year). According to the doctor, this accounts for why FNM is a bit low on energy and keeps on conking out.

Doctor: Still, I think you need some help. I’m going to give you …..bla bla bla. Are you taking any other pills?*

(*My fucking doctor is asking me THAT ?????)

FNM: No, I don’t take pills. Is this stuff addictive in any way?

Doctor: No. It takes about ten days to kick in, then you have to take it for three months after you are better. You can’t come off it straight away. There are several kinds - I’m going to give you one that’s called Prozac.

FNM: Prozac? Holy shit.

FishnetMama still has a box of Prozac sitting in her bag.