tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post7384989878684458856..comments2023-10-08T05:57:12.595-05:00Comments on Nobody Called Today: Everything That I DoNOBODYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276906004956692545noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-23126922408974182402009-09-06T20:41:29.425-05:002009-09-06T20:41:29.425-05:00Alex is my girl apparently, he went through this p...Alex is my girl apparently, he went through this phase where I could not utter the word silly. No matter how silly he was being or how obviously he was seeking attention from said silly behavior. If I uttered the word, it was over.Sketchyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11517261316724789686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-40431838195472331882009-09-04T22:41:56.879-05:002009-09-04T22:41:56.879-05:00I think Avee and Liv may be the same kid...I think Avee and Liv may be the same kid...Torihttp://swampbrat.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-89138801909532998582009-09-04T09:53:47.250-05:002009-09-04T09:53:47.250-05:00I think I want to just cut and paste this. Change...I think I want to just cut and paste this. Change the name to Isaac. The setting to the dental office waiting area. And instead of cute little legs dangling four feet off the ground, try big kicking maniac legs jumping into people's heads. Yup. Isaac discovered the swinging strength of industrial, wall-length window shades.<br />The rest of the story sounds about right, though.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00903840946114907228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-88653024787665559102009-09-03T19:49:45.144-05:002009-09-03T19:49:45.144-05:00I think you don't deserve to have children if ...I think you don't deserve to have children if you are going laugh at them in public places. That's child abuse, stupid! <br /><br />And I'm going to tell the dcps about the kid print--that's evidence.Olivia Meiklehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01728389819022367881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-61509605504398024702009-09-03T07:51:52.198-05:002009-09-03T07:51:52.198-05:00You really should know better than to laugh at you...You really should know better than to laugh at your own daughter. I mean, how rude! :) Ha ha. We've been considering getting a dog (I know, I'm nuts) and we (the little girls & I) went to look at the shelters around here yesterday and when Jill got home from school and found out we had looked at dogs, she burst into tears and ran off. I called her back and she screamed, "How could you go without me? That's so mean!" I told her she would have loved and wanted to adopt every one of them and I was trying to find 2 or 3 for her to consider that I felt would work with our family. Then she was like, "Oh." SO EMOTIONAL. Mommy is just so mean sometimes to not comprehend every feeling they might be having. Oh the drama. And I've got THREE of these precious girls!!! Loved your post office story. I hate all post offices as well and you are so right in your evaluation!Bryner Familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17067804816722854003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-63145574685002508862009-09-02T23:43:21.849-05:002009-09-02T23:43:21.849-05:00ROFL....omg...i think Avee and my Tanner would get...ROFL....omg...i think Avee and my Tanner would get along like a house afire. <br />Hes five and dramatic to a fault....<br />and lord he looks so cute when he pouts i want to eat him up...but i have learned to not get too close; those darn spiderman shoes hurt.<br /><br />SteffAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-39558237871138571092009-09-02T23:20:04.755-05:002009-09-02T23:20:04.755-05:00I was feeling so sympathetic until "There'...I was feeling so sympathetic until "There's a nice body print on it now." Then I laughed so suddenly that my throat seized. It hurt. Thanks for that. And don't laugh at me or I'll be mad at you forever.Sister Pottymouthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17836536491736238042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-52071101253514787562009-09-02T22:35:35.202-05:002009-09-02T22:35:35.202-05:00My favorite! Sassy Girls in Public Places!
I am g...My favorite! Sassy Girls in Public Places!<br />I am glad there was only a Avee body print! I was nervous for a second!<br />Quit lauging and saying stupid, stupid!<br />(that's not allowed at our house, either)Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05828610666947258237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-74857689333711533332009-09-02T22:00:48.991-05:002009-09-02T22:00:48.991-05:00I think I'm just going to tell you how awesome...I think I'm just going to tell you how awesome it is to run errands while my overly dramatic little girl is in school. <br /><br />But then you might think I'm trying to make you feel bad. And I would never do that.Jenny P.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16632739365854048008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-48268170476555784562009-09-02T21:48:55.808-05:002009-09-02T21:48:55.808-05:00Yvonne has no idea what a long comment really is. ...Yvonne has no idea what a long comment really is. I could show her right now, but you've covered pretty much all the bases here.<br /><br />So, so funny. That's all.InkMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05519976062467674531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-76178579617763554022009-09-02T20:58:10.162-05:002009-09-02T20:58:10.162-05:00dancin momma, I have an almost 10 year old who is ...dancin momma, I have an almost 10 year old who is just as moody. I don't think it gets better, I think they just eventually move out.ucmamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08048556477127473638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-60757752416990406162009-09-02T18:35:30.161-05:002009-09-02T18:35:30.161-05:00HA! This is why I never leave the house. Ever. ...HA! This is why I never leave the house. Ever. Just when you had decided they were good and sweet and easy, they sprout horns and breathe fire. And the post office, being hell on earth, is the most likely place for this to happen.Dawnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08962087451340899907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-38420067794999238402009-09-02T18:21:31.358-05:002009-09-02T18:21:31.358-05:00Sorry about the long comment.Sorry about the long comment.Yvonnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15699747294702088605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-57247030067369509642009-09-02T18:21:12.050-05:002009-09-02T18:21:12.050-05:00Now I can say this on your blog (because I'LL ...Now I can say this on your blog (because I'LL NEVER, EVER, EVER SAY IT ON MINE ; ) girls are soooooo much harder to raise than boys. I love them all, but PLEASE--you tell a boy something they get made and forget it. A girl goes running in her room and six months later brings it up AGAIN.<br /><br />And, regarding the post office--have you ever been there when they should be opening their doors and they stare at you like DARE ME TO OPEN THEM BECAUSE IT'S TIME. I'LL OPEN THEM WHEN I'M DARNED READY TO AND NOT A MOMENT SOONER!!!Yvonnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15699747294702088605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-17601192238626305772009-09-02T18:16:16.549-05:002009-09-02T18:16:16.549-05:00I'm so glad I'm not the only one dealing w...I'm so glad I'm not the only one dealing with moody little girls :) Must be something in the air...dancin' mommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12953009854586604539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869613013276327471.post-18230859100323544632009-09-02T18:13:53.463-05:002009-09-02T18:13:53.463-05:00Now I have a visual in my head of you plastered ag...Now I have a visual in my head of you plastered against a big post office window, then slowly sliding down. It's quite comical really.Heffalumphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13166154112206680302noreply@blogger.com