tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.comments2012-02-14T21:02:12.905-08:00zoerightshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077954548151619456noreply@blogger.comBlogger736125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-45285591674420634282012-01-08T11:27:59.908-08:002012-01-08T11:27:59.908-08:00Love it.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12552824107415222706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-26466298871601456932012-01-03T09:08:31.327-08:002012-01-03T09:08:31.327-08:00I always have to remind myself of most of these.Vinny Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10097265589198549734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-88855410543369347692011-10-18T07:01:56.850-07:002011-10-18T07:01:56.850-07:00I have 3 boys: each one so very different from the other.<br /><br />Oldest is 16, middle is 14, and youngest is 9.<br /><br />So different, and I am 3 different kinds of mother, depending on which one I&quot;m mothering at the time.The Empresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-74973808895763408002011-10-18T07:00:50.411-07:002011-10-18T07:00:50.411-07:00Perfect.<br /><br />Who is exactly as we want them?<br /><br />We&#39;ll take what we get, b/c sometimes it&#39;s just enough.The Empresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-28866076516627159652011-10-18T07:00:10.082-07:002011-10-18T07:00:10.082-07:00Haha.<br /><br />There&#39;s a joke: &quot;...the bible doesn&#39;t tell us what age Lucifer was when he decided to take God on, but my guess is...about 15.&quot;<br /><br />I laugh when I think of that..The Empresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-78313818566738662162011-10-13T07:37:02.328-07:002011-10-13T07:37:02.328-07:00Hi, I&#39;d like to invite you to post your giveaways on our giveaway directory: Giveaway Scout (http://www.giveawayscout.com). Please submit your blog here: http://www.giveawayscout.com/addblog/ and once you receive our confirmation email you can post as many giveaways as you want. thanks, JoshJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552336045145565976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-3174052317173169402011-10-09T13:43:44.485-07:002011-10-09T13:43:44.485-07:00Hey I enjoyed reading this. It is sad when work friends drift away because you are right, they often see so many aspects of you when you are in the thick of it at work that your &quot;home&quot; friends or family would just never see. It is important to have a record of this part of your history - otherwise so much can get lost in time. Hell we spend A LOT of time with these people!!dwellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03053677634169274927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-83625149076813797552011-10-06T07:50:14.267-07:002011-10-06T07:50:14.267-07:00OMG...as I read this post, I felt as though you were talking about my son! He is exactly the same way. It all started in Jr. High and has continued since. He&#39;s now a sophomore and not even to the first report card and practically REFUSES to do his work. A lot of the problem is the fact that he has adults telling him to. I know, because his stubborness is much like mine was at that age....only school wasn&#39;t where I chose to express my ability to defy authority. <br /><br />Since yours has seemed to finally &#39;get it&#39;, maybe you can help. Am I just wasting time with the groundings and taking away anything that may distract him (xbox, cell phone, ipod, etc)? Even getting a drivers license and car (which he&#39;s already lost the chance at this year) wasn&#39;t motivation enough to ensure he at least completed and turned in his work. I&#39;m at such a loss at how to deal with this because nothing I do seems to have an impact.Silverfaeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15706901444346585666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-33544795164569519692011-10-05T09:13:50.966-07:002011-10-05T09:13:50.966-07:00Pst! I just gave you an award *giddy* and I wanted you to know in case you miss today&#39;s post!Nikki Ruleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02349867233197745366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-18906110381458477912011-10-05T05:24:31.362-07:002011-10-05T05:24:31.362-07:00This was a great article. Thanks for following me on Twitter. When I moved out of state my &quot;work friends&quot; were swearing they&#39;d come visit and they&#39;d keep in touch. Good thing I didn&#39;t hold my breath! Following here now.<br /><br />http://bouncinbarbs.blogspot.comBouncin' Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09432729957196570774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-6249119480588357672011-10-04T13:51:43.537-07:002011-10-04T13:51:43.537-07:00Zoe...checking out the blog after seeing that you followed on Twitter....I&#39;m totally a new follower! And I can completely relate to this post seeing as how I&#39;m a single mother to a 15 yr old boy who is... as you say...quite simply an asshole at times. It is so nice to find someone who can agree. It doesn&#39;t mean I don&#39;t love him, it doesn&#39;t mean I&#39;ve given up. But thanks to raging hormones, an over-indulged sense of unearned independence and a seemingly never ending lazy streak....well, it is what it is. I look forward to the day the &#39;asshole&#39; decides to stop holding my sweet son hostage.Silverfaeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15706901444346585666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-19181287434684193202011-10-03T19:37:11.461-07:002011-10-03T19:37:11.461-07:00Nikki- Thank you!!!!<br /><br />If work friends are difficult to quantify- how do blog friends rate???<br /><br />Because I think you;re pretty funny which I guess is why I still spend time reading about someone i don&#39;t even know in person.zoerightshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077954548151619456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-65685753594814885632011-10-03T09:09:26.823-07:002011-10-03T09:09:26.823-07:00By the way, I had to come back to tell you that I really think your blog is prettyful.Nikki Ruleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02349867233197745366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-67428170259912184662011-10-03T08:47:14.445-07:002011-10-03T08:47:14.445-07:00Friends.<br /><br />I never understood how some had loads of friends. Real friends. That late night rescue call type of friends. The get together to celebrate holidays together friends. The kind of buy cottages around the same lake kinda friends. These people don&#39;t have more fun or niceness than I do. I don&#39;t get it.<br /><br />I&#39;ve always struggles to build friendships. In high school my sister was the popular kid, the phone always rang, and it was always for her. Me, I had 1 best friend and that was about it. As I got older it became harder.<br /><br />Through work, I always hoped my relationships would blossom to friendships. Oh well...<br /><br />I absolutely LOVED how you put it, old connections faned out like baseball cards. So well put.<br /><br />Thanks!Nikki Ruleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02349867233197745366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-52775121713763544902011-08-25T18:47:05.316-07:002011-08-25T18:47:05.316-07:00Very witty blog you have! Your writing is unique, not the standard posts I run across. I glad I stumbled across you. I&#39;m following.<br /><br /><br />http://www.mariscamera.blogspot.com/Mari Sterling Wilburhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232646172657479932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-35707619397153289582011-08-02T17:20:48.482-07:002011-08-02T17:20:48.482-07:00Great. So I&#39;ve got THAT to look forward to.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12552824107415222706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-40864955416814261812011-08-02T07:22:53.088-07:002011-08-02T07:22:53.088-07:00I REALLY love how you compare your boobs to old smoking ladies. Hilarious!Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860394940190403196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-6973590421109546152011-07-30T07:54:49.056-07:002011-07-30T07:54:49.056-07:00Hey we live the same life. I&#39;m gonna try this denial thing............C Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07823334713690631530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-73449278223170990442011-07-26T01:15:08.352-07:002011-07-26T01:15:08.352-07:00I consider lying to myself a suicide buffer. Even dishonesty has an upside.M. Hickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11439421827126753961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-5878802399057449932011-07-25T16:45:28.344-07:002011-07-25T16:45:28.344-07:00Stark reality is overrated anyway!Space Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999151060350221353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-49673961203156118852011-07-11T07:44:04.090-07:002011-07-11T07:44:04.090-07:00That&#39;s hilarious! I feel the same way when I&#39;m around my nephew and his friends.<br /><br />Long live Gen X!Amanda @ Tall Glass of Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003050548693427121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-49350610876975301852011-06-19T20:17:20.782-07:002011-06-19T20:17:20.782-07:00I am having massive stomach problems. Did you have to do a crazy fast too? Or just take it?Logical Libbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00107961721466815295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-90219049024102264512011-06-15T13:24:00.891-07:002011-06-15T13:24:00.891-07:00That was the creepiest commercial ever, thanks! Glad to hear you&#39;re well on your way to worm free and feeling great!M. Hickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11439421827126753961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-58449724341073827552011-06-15T07:57:52.154-07:002011-06-15T07:57:52.154-07:00Sometimes I swear I have a tapeworm because I eat and eat and eat, but I&#39;m still hungry. Then I realize that all that food is landing on my thighs, so bope, not a tapeworm.<br /><br />P.S. My dog sleeps on my bed, too. Or more accurately, my dog lets me sleep on his bed.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16530731933843032867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473432320620626671.post-80705242393077077302011-06-02T20:25:00.103-07:002011-06-02T20:25:00.103-07:00I think it&#39;s good that your murderous rage is directed at a mint eater. Perhaps the minty fresh smell will cover the stench of decomposition while you find a good hiding place.M. Hickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11439421827126753961noreply@blogger.com