13 Year Old Daddy
the annoying thing is like so many UK teenage pregnancies the dad will never get a job the whole family will be claiming social benefits all there lives and the poor kid will grow up with the same mentality. Another burden on our economy.
Sorry just really bugs me that this stuff happens.
Sorry just really bugs me that this stuff happens.
the new "milestone" in the "economic stimulus package" provides more welfare benefits for people just like this and it encourages this careless practice, just like the octomom has experienced...
the annoying thing is like so many UK teenage pregnancies the dad will never get a job the whole family will be claiming social benefits all there lives and the poor kid will grow up with the same mentality. Another burden on our economy.
Sorry just really bugs me that this stuff happens.
Sorry just really bugs me that this stuff happens.
That kid looks like he is no older than my nephew at 6 years old.
That kids life is screwed if they keep the baby. He can't even get a job at 13! whats he gonna do take on an extra paper route??
That kids life is screwed if they keep the baby. He can't even get a job at 13! whats he gonna do take on an extra paper route??
Rough as a badgers ****!!! Seems like she puts out for peanuts though ha ha
http://www.metro.co.uk/news/article....&in_page_id=34
http://www.metro.co.uk/news/article....&in_page_id=34
It could turn out alright
Being somewhat tired of all the gloom and doom threads/posts lately, a true story.
My Grandpa married my Grandma when he was 15, she was 13, in Texas in 1913. That was the norm for the day in the farming, ranching communities in much of the midwest/southwest.
They had six children, five survived to adulthood, one daughter died in a car accident.
Grandpa worked at a lot of jobs through the 1920's and in the 1930's started working with the Civilian Conservation Corps. One of the projects he worked on was rebuilding the prison system facilities in California. How he managed to do it, I am not sure, but he decided to become a prison administrator and took night courses for years and finally got a degree in that field in the 1940's. He had several high level posts in the California Penal System organization.
Of the five surviving children, in order, this is how they turned out.
1. My Dad. Attended Texas A&M on a work/athletic scholarship and was in the ROTC. Joined the USMC in 1935, retired as a Major General in 1968, one of the most highly decorated Marines ever.
2. Uncle Don. Earned a Masters Degree in Metallurgy and spent 30 + years with US Steel in PA. Retired as a Vice President.
3. Uncle Jack. Earned a degree in what we now call Computer Sciences and worked for several aerospace companies specializing in telimetry or how you spell it. Was deeply involved in the monitoring of the Moon Mission.
4. Aunt Helen. Earned a degree in something I don't remember but ended up being sort of a 'shadow" CFO for several major construction companies in the San Diego, CA area. Did not get further because of the glass ceiling culture of that era.
5. Aunt Marian. Auntie Marian was the bubble head of the family and barely finished high school. However, she married Uncle Charlie who was from the same upwardly mobile background as Grandpa. He took advantage of the GI Bill after WWII and with Grandpa's backing got a degree in Penology or how it is spelled and eventually retired as a mid range official in the California Penal System.
These two kids may not make it for their child/children, but it can be done.
Tomorrow, the saga of my maternal grandparents, who came from Prescott, Arkansas in the same era, same story, same result.
Bill
My Grandpa married my Grandma when he was 15, she was 13, in Texas in 1913. That was the norm for the day in the farming, ranching communities in much of the midwest/southwest.
They had six children, five survived to adulthood, one daughter died in a car accident.
Grandpa worked at a lot of jobs through the 1920's and in the 1930's started working with the Civilian Conservation Corps. One of the projects he worked on was rebuilding the prison system facilities in California. How he managed to do it, I am not sure, but he decided to become a prison administrator and took night courses for years and finally got a degree in that field in the 1940's. He had several high level posts in the California Penal System organization.
Of the five surviving children, in order, this is how they turned out.
1. My Dad. Attended Texas A&M on a work/athletic scholarship and was in the ROTC. Joined the USMC in 1935, retired as a Major General in 1968, one of the most highly decorated Marines ever.
2. Uncle Don. Earned a Masters Degree in Metallurgy and spent 30 + years with US Steel in PA. Retired as a Vice President.
3. Uncle Jack. Earned a degree in what we now call Computer Sciences and worked for several aerospace companies specializing in telimetry or how you spell it. Was deeply involved in the monitoring of the Moon Mission.
4. Aunt Helen. Earned a degree in something I don't remember but ended up being sort of a 'shadow" CFO for several major construction companies in the San Diego, CA area. Did not get further because of the glass ceiling culture of that era.
5. Aunt Marian. Auntie Marian was the bubble head of the family and barely finished high school. However, she married Uncle Charlie who was from the same upwardly mobile background as Grandpa. He took advantage of the GI Bill after WWII and with Grandpa's backing got a degree in Penology or how it is spelled and eventually retired as a mid range official in the California Penal System.
These two kids may not make it for their child/children, but it can be done.
Tomorrow, the saga of my maternal grandparents, who came from Prescott, Arkansas in the same era, same story, same result.
Bill
Being somewhat tired of all the gloom and doom threads/posts lately, a true story.
My Grandpa married my Grandma when he was 15, she was 13, in Texas in 1913. That was the norm for the day in the farming, ranching communities in much of the midwest/southwest.
They had six children, five survived to adulthood, one daughter died in a car accident.
Grandpa worked at a lot of jobs through the 1920's and in the 1930's started working with the Civilian Conservation Corps. One of the projects he worked on was rebuilding the prison system facilities in California. How he managed to do it, I am not sure, but he decided to become a prison administrator and took night courses for years and finally got a degree in that field in the 1940's. He had several high level posts in the California Penal System organization.
Of the five surviving children, in order, this is how they turned out.
1. My Dad. Attended Texas A&M on a work/athletic scholarship and was in the ROTC. Joined the USMC in 1935, retired as a Major General in 1968, one of the most highly decorated Marines ever.
2. Uncle Don. Earned a Masters Degree in Metallurgy and spent 30 + years with US Steel in PA. Retired as a Vice President.
3. Uncle Jack. Earned a degree in what we now call Computer Sciences and worked for several aerospace companies specializing in telimetry or how you spell it. Was deeply involved in the monitoring of the Moon Mission.
4. Aunt Helen. Earned a degree in something I don't remember but ended up being sort of a 'shadow" CFO for several major construction companies in the San Diego, CA area. Did not get further because of the glass ceiling culture of that era.
5. Aunt Marian. Auntie Marian was the bubble head of the family and barely finished high school. However, she married Uncle Charlie who was from the same upwardly mobile background as Grandpa. He took advantage of the GI Bill after WWII and with Grandpa's backing got a degree in Penology or how it is spelled and eventually retired as a mid range official in the California Penal System.
These two kids may not make it for their child/children, but it can be done.
Tomorrow, the saga of my maternal grandparents, who came from Prescott, Arkansas in the same era, same story, same result.
Bill
My Grandpa married my Grandma when he was 15, she was 13, in Texas in 1913. That was the norm for the day in the farming, ranching communities in much of the midwest/southwest.
They had six children, five survived to adulthood, one daughter died in a car accident.
Grandpa worked at a lot of jobs through the 1920's and in the 1930's started working with the Civilian Conservation Corps. One of the projects he worked on was rebuilding the prison system facilities in California. How he managed to do it, I am not sure, but he decided to become a prison administrator and took night courses for years and finally got a degree in that field in the 1940's. He had several high level posts in the California Penal System organization.
Of the five surviving children, in order, this is how they turned out.
1. My Dad. Attended Texas A&M on a work/athletic scholarship and was in the ROTC. Joined the USMC in 1935, retired as a Major General in 1968, one of the most highly decorated Marines ever.
2. Uncle Don. Earned a Masters Degree in Metallurgy and spent 30 + years with US Steel in PA. Retired as a Vice President.
3. Uncle Jack. Earned a degree in what we now call Computer Sciences and worked for several aerospace companies specializing in telimetry or how you spell it. Was deeply involved in the monitoring of the Moon Mission.
4. Aunt Helen. Earned a degree in something I don't remember but ended up being sort of a 'shadow" CFO for several major construction companies in the San Diego, CA area. Did not get further because of the glass ceiling culture of that era.
5. Aunt Marian. Auntie Marian was the bubble head of the family and barely finished high school. However, she married Uncle Charlie who was from the same upwardly mobile background as Grandpa. He took advantage of the GI Bill after WWII and with Grandpa's backing got a degree in Penology or how it is spelled and eventually retired as a mid range official in the California Penal System.
These two kids may not make it for their child/children, but it can be done.
Tomorrow, the saga of my maternal grandparents, who came from Prescott, Arkansas in the same era, same story, same result.
Bill
the annoying thing is like so many UK teenage pregnancies the dad will never get a job the whole family will be claiming social benefits all there lives and the poor kid will grow up with the same mentality. Another burden on our economy.
Sorry just really bugs me that this stuff happens.
Sorry just really bugs me that this stuff happens.
They are living with Penny, Chantelle’s jobless dad Steve, 43, and her five brothers in a rented council house in Eastbourne. The family live on benefits.
Hi Chris:
Yeah, I know, but it was the day after Valentines Day and I thought we needed a little feel good story. True, by the way and so was the saga of my maternal grandparents which I will not bore the family here with.
On the other hand, rather like Octomama, if these two get the right handlers they can parlay their story into a living soap opera or reality show.
I don't say that unkindly, what happened to them happens thousands of times a day according to all the articles I have seen on the subject. They may just be lucky in that their story now is a worldwide sensation. A good PR person, a good lawyer and a good tax accountant and he may not need to get another paper route.
Sorry, credit to Keith who also posted the reality show possibility.
Bill
Yeah, I know, but it was the day after Valentines Day and I thought we needed a little feel good story. True, by the way and so was the saga of my maternal grandparents which I will not bore the family here with.
On the other hand, rather like Octomama, if these two get the right handlers they can parlay their story into a living soap opera or reality show.
I don't say that unkindly, what happened to them happens thousands of times a day according to all the articles I have seen on the subject. They may just be lucky in that their story now is a worldwide sensation. A good PR person, a good lawyer and a good tax accountant and he may not need to get another paper route.
Sorry, credit to Keith who also posted the reality show possibility.
Bill
Hi Chris:
Yeah, I know, but it was the day after Valentines Day and I thought we needed a little feel good story. True, by the way and so was the saga of my maternal grandparents which I will not bore the family here with.
On the other hand, rather like Octomama, if these two get the right handlers they can parlay their story into a living soap opera or reality show.
I don't say that unkindly, what happened to them happens thousands of times a day according to all the articles I have seen on the subject. They may just be lucky in that their story now is a worldwide sensation. A good PR person, a good lawyer and a good tax accountant and he may not need to get another paper route.
Sorry, credit to Keith who also posted the reality show possibility.
Bill
Yeah, I know, but it was the day after Valentines Day and I thought we needed a little feel good story. True, by the way and so was the saga of my maternal grandparents which I will not bore the family here with.
On the other hand, rather like Octomama, if these two get the right handlers they can parlay their story into a living soap opera or reality show.
I don't say that unkindly, what happened to them happens thousands of times a day according to all the articles I have seen on the subject. They may just be lucky in that their story now is a worldwide sensation. A good PR person, a good lawyer and a good tax accountant and he may not need to get another paper route.
Sorry, credit to Keith who also posted the reality show possibility.
Bill
Yeah.. they could end up rich.. and that right there is another symptom of the sickness in our society. Nothing but glamour and fame. No hard work. I know what you mean about negitivity though. Unfortunatly that is the world we live in. And it will take a lot more negitivity before we turn it around and get people to be respectable again.
Here is a feel good story: My parents got pregnant with me when they were 16... they have been married for 47 years now.. I am turning 47 this week.. I tease mom about the math.... but other than that, all is good.






