tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756113.post116002769452507792..comments2024-03-27T19:04:31.290-05:00Comments on The Amazing Trips: Things I've Learned TodayThe Amazing Tripshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13761348688069779544noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756113.post-1160109830216194452006-10-05T23:43:00.000-05:002006-10-05T23:43:00.000-05:00busted!!! i love it.they LOVE you. they better. ...busted!!! i love it.<BR/><BR/>they LOVE you. they better. they would miss out on all the fun if they didn't.<BR/><BR/>don't worry about it. i secretly smiled to hear their kids were screaming! yeahhhh :)*Tanyetta*https://www.blogger.com/profile/14339189484151758472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756113.post-1160079876820096572006-10-05T15:24:00.000-05:002006-10-05T15:24:00.000-05:00Okay, I'm laughing. I don't even know what to say ...Okay, I'm laughing. I don't even know what to say . . .Karlahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01201781127041417410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756113.post-1160064502246413992006-10-05T11:08:00.000-05:002006-10-05T11:08:00.000-05:00Jenna-You do NOT have one bad bone in your body. ...Jenna-<BR/>You do NOT have one bad bone in your body. Nothing that you say or write is geared toward ill will and I think that everyone knows that! Don't be so hard on yourself. Can't wait to hear how story time went!Geologychickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05326271846932273163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756113.post-1160060860432964062006-10-05T10:07:00.000-05:002006-10-05T10:07:00.000-05:00That is reason #1 that I don't right about a LOT o...That is reason #1 that I don't right about a LOT of stuff in my life. My family has heard about the site from my mom or other friends BUT THEY NEVER COMMENT. They are simply lurkers. <BR/><BR/>I enjoy reading your site b/c it's so real and nothing seems to hold you back. I'm JEALOUS!!<BR/><BR/>My entry about the "family" wedding caused a big TO DO in our family. My mom was even kind of insulted and didn't realize how miserable I was at the wedding. I just wanted to write about a funny incident in my life, I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings.<BR/><BR/>Good for you guys on the library....anxious to hear how it went. <BR/><BR/>I'm sure your friends understand your personality enough to realize you were just telling a funny story!!! I would if I were them.Teresahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13715142678250582661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756113.post-1160055723623030472006-10-05T08:42:00.000-05:002006-10-05T08:42:00.000-05:00Jen,Greg's mom reads my blog, so I must now "edit"...Jen,<BR/><BR/>Greg's mom reads my blog, so I must now "edit" my thoughts (and my language). Fortunately, Greg DOESN'T read my blog. <BR/><BR/>I, too, usually write after ONE glass of wine. Good going on making Charlie take them to story time. That is excellent. How'd they do?<BR/><BR/>Here's some more advice. When mine turned two, my husband stopped using the stroller and started training them to walk and stay together. REPEAT: MY HUSBAND did this. They were nicely trained when I attempted it.Michele Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15061520456909635254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756113.post-1160054021081046742006-10-05T08:13:00.000-05:002006-10-05T08:13:00.000-05:00it could be much worse. have you ever looked at wh...it could be much worse. have you ever looked at what the kids put on facebook?Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04834515160054473107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756113.post-1160047224756123482006-10-05T06:20:00.000-05:002006-10-05T06:20:00.000-05:00YIKES!!!!! Surely they understood it was a complim...YIKES!!!!! Surely they understood it was a compliment...<BR/>At least twice a week when I am running around my little small town a random person (that I know peripherally) will comment that they check my blog. It always freaks me out. Primarily because they are all lurkers! I only have a small handful of friend in real life who comment. That's why you'll rarely read my disclosure of hurtful, yucky things in my life. (This from the girl who had her diary stolen by an angry ex-friend in 8th grade and read to my class!)Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03903375700915031290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756113.post-1160028356053905172006-10-05T01:05:00.000-05:002006-10-05T01:05:00.000-05:00Cannot. Stop. Laughing.Cannot. <BR/><BR/>Stop. <BR/><BR/>Laughing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com