tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post114366676563900142..comments2024-02-24T03:24:24.785-05:00Comments on writing as jo(e): Tree frogs and frisbeejo(e)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1143740240130849872006-03-30T12:37:00.000-05:002006-03-30T12:37:00.000-05:00I've had pretty much this conversation with my fat...I've had pretty much this conversation with my father. "Oh, so now you're probably going to put that on your blog, aren't you?" So, what does it mean when you're doing something that your father thinks is dorky?Queen of West Procrastinationhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17216968234999269409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1143731186468592102006-03-30T10:06:00.000-05:002006-03-30T10:06:00.000-05:00Younger Daughter told me recently that she thought...Younger Daughter told me recently that she thought it was "cute" that I get so excited about dorky mom stuff. She was referring to the rainbow that spun around our living room, courtesy of a crystal hanging in a window.Yankee, Transferredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06627693160131161133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1143729348028836572006-03-30T09:35:00.000-05:002006-03-30T09:35:00.000-05:00Jo(e): I just like dorky moms. I only hang out at ...Jo(e): I just like dorky moms. I only hang out at this blog for the MILFy goodness.Rob Helpy-Chalkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13814390262154687969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1143727373084446392006-03-30T09:02:00.000-05:002006-03-30T09:02:00.000-05:00I pretty much got the same reactions from my son. ...I pretty much got the same reactions from my son. Once, though, when he was really young, before I had the accident, he and I went up on top of one of the huge hills that are mountain like, and hiked around. We kept hearing this sound and I said I think it's a wild turkey and so we sat and waited and waited and barely did we breathe and finally a rustling in the bushes and out on the trail came a couple of turkeys. Wild turkeys are so beautiful. Their feathers are brown and they have all these rustic colors to match their surroundings and their tail feathers are like a giant fan and their beard is so beautiful. We sat there, not moving, waiting for them to notice us and fly away, but they didn't, instead, they began to breed. My son, whispered, "What are they doing?" I said, "Remember the really close thing that mamas and daddys do to make babies." The Good Son said, "Gross." But we both watched and just like my son's father, it was over in a few seconds. I said, "A walk down memories lane." The Good Son said, "You've done this before." I laughed and said, "Not exactly." Ahhhh, the fond memories of motherhood.zelda1https://www.blogger.com/profile/04212809913449846878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1143689026047392402006-03-29T22:23:00.000-05:002006-03-29T22:23:00.000-05:00Rob: So what does it mean that you are doing a dor...Rob: So what does it mean that you are doing a dorky mom thing? You are an enlightened male?<BR/><BR/>Phantom: Yep.jo(e)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1143683143243809152006-03-29T20:45:00.000-05:002006-03-29T20:45:00.000-05:00Damn, this is so my future, isn't it?Damn, this is so my future, isn't it?Phantom Scribblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03258384756183844406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1143682204257622462006-03-29T20:30:00.000-05:002006-03-29T20:30:00.000-05:00Blogging: one of those dorky mom things, like jean...Blogging: one of those dorky mom things, like <A HREF="http://snltranscripts.jt.org/02/02smom.phtml" REL="nofollow">jeans with front pleats.</A>Rob Helpy-Chalkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13814390262154687969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1143681839860884632006-03-29T20:23:00.000-05:002006-03-29T20:23:00.000-05:00Joe, the reason our Edinburgh tickets are one way ...Joe, the reason our Edinburgh tickets are one way is that we will be there for four years, attending vet school!Jenevievehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05052481060509174617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1143677979712746102006-03-29T19:19:00.000-05:002006-03-29T19:19:00.000-05:00Our "spring peepers" are a huge flock of robins th...Our "spring peepers" are a huge flock of robins that try to fly under our car as we drive down the cul-de-sac... I hit one last year and drove it to the vet's, sobbing, until he gave it a shot of steroids and released it in the morning. Apparently, it hadn't broken anything, just gotten a mild concussion.Jenevievehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05052481060509174617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1143675636421779042006-03-29T18:40:00.000-05:002006-03-29T18:40:00.000-05:00Heee Hee Heee! They really are boys. That's pret...Heee Hee Heee! They really are boys. That's pretty funny. I'm excited about your tree peepers even if teenage boys aren't.Lesleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04949872709953861128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1143672662183540412006-03-29T17:51:00.000-05:002006-03-29T17:51:00.000-05:00Peepers are VERY exciting. Heck. I'm even excited...Peepers are VERY exciting. Heck. I'm even excited by the melt here.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1143668963543469462006-03-29T16:49:00.000-05:002006-03-29T16:49:00.000-05:00hee. (not)exciting...is it bloggable? :)hee. (not)exciting...is it bloggable? :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com