tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post228707211638945091..comments2023-09-19T02:22:35.267-07:00Comments on Janie Fox talks: Sunday.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-86294790774577114102012-12-31T18:06:10.640-08:002012-12-31T18:06:10.640-08:00Seeing Abbie's comment (I know I sound like I ...Seeing Abbie's comment (I know I sound like I know your girls...please don't block me thinking I am a crazy stalker)....I agree that you will NEVVVVVA live down your "Merry Effing Christmas" comment. I, too, live in the same world. My grown daughters NEVVVVA let me live ANYthing down. But then...that's "family", right? Many, many people would LOVE to be LOVED like we are...even if we are reminded of our motherhood boo-boo's ad nauseum for eternity! ;)<br /><br />Susan from GAAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-67682709405399375182011-03-02T06:10:21.281-08:002011-03-02T06:10:21.281-08:00Wow. Waaay too many images in my head now. Guess t...Wow. Waaay too many images in my head now. Guess that's not all bad as I needed some to replace the granny and thong undie visions I'd had! You're so right about the men going to hospital - hahaha! Hope you're on the mend and kissable, if only by Reta! ;-)<br />hugs,<br />LeslieLeslie @ Farm Fresh Funhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03970398718118889905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-66468674136685216952011-02-28T11:56:55.484-08:002011-02-28T11:56:55.484-08:00Ah my friend, made me laugh till I cried! Love ya ...Ah my friend, made me laugh till I cried! Love ya girl!Esther Gosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15637346938612133177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-74459695979469230342011-02-28T10:37:03.228-08:002011-02-28T10:37:03.228-08:00ps I also loved the "I hope i have trouble ea...ps I also loved the "I hope i have trouble eating" comment but it is not my favorite. how can it be when I've heard you yell "merry effing christmas!" hahahahaha!Abbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00178465297410483055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-7498671975167373542011-02-28T10:35:46.096-08:002011-02-28T10:35:46.096-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Abbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00178465297410483055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-42985981666548086282011-02-28T10:34:50.678-08:002011-02-28T10:34:50.678-08:00Your ridiculousness is matched only by Jamie's...Your ridiculousness is matched only by Jamie's "...after I kidney punch him." I love you mom!Abbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00178465297410483055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-18794946851580083622011-02-28T08:51:22.375-08:002011-02-28T08:51:22.375-08:001) I agree w/"ostriches". I wore my Tom...1) I agree w/"ostriches". I wore my Tom's you gave me for my bday the last rain day & I was sorely distressed with wet feet. Who knew?<br />2) The oscar gift bag was fabulous. I will be attending your Oscar party every year from now on. Write that in sharpee on your calendar.<br />3) The entire expression is "bled like a STUCK hog" and if you ever came to butcher camp you would get a very vivid idea of why the expression came to be. Not that I'm encouraging you to go to butcher camp, b/c I don't go. But if you go next year I'll consider making an appearance. Just don't plan to see the pig get stuck b/c those wimpity wimps get the locker to do their dirty work now. Where's the pioneer spirit?<br />4) I love you. "i am hoping I have trouble eating" might be my most favorite thing I have ever heard you say. I will cry for you if you can't have any coffee.<br />5) After my mad dash to our car without face planting in your drive I thought I'd totally made it home free. That was until I chased after the demon posessed canine aka Jones (trying to get him to crate up...did he not understand it was a flippin monsoon out there??)in the pouring rain and totally busted it on our drive. Needless to say I ruined my new anthropologie tights, my elbow is even worse and I have a lovely bruise on my derriere. I will not be posting pictures. Your welcome. Jones boy better shape up or it's gonna be curtains for the tramp. And when I say curtains for the tramp I mean I will leave his happy a** out in the next monsoon and probably tell him I don't love him like I love Mathilda after I kidney punch him. You mess with the bull, you get the horn.Micah Jamiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04451128539753271128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-89753543035534936402011-02-28T05:24:57.970-08:002011-02-28T05:24:57.970-08:00Ouch!Ouch!Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08740950362293427086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-81626752406085321622011-02-27T22:21:56.777-08:002011-02-27T22:21:56.777-08:00Oh no! be careful!
I thought this post was really ...Oh no! be careful!<br />I thought this post was really entertaining. Note: do not wear those shoes outside when it's raining. Your feet will be SOAKED. <br />Not that I've done that. <br />no.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00732203991908884482noreply@blogger.com