tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post4147666343289466668..comments2024-03-22T14:46:37.849-04:00Comments on A Fly on Our (Chicken Coop) Wall: A Few Things To Get Off My ChestChristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-87993576654760417392013-02-20T12:48:37.565-05:002013-02-20T12:48:37.565-05:002 Cheerios are stuck together- HA! I love how you ...2 Cheerios are stuck together- HA! I love how you phrased that- the appropriate "Mom!" yell. Perfect. Also- hear hear to the text-language advertising. Even one I was a kid, I couldn't stand misspelled words in advertising. I refused to buy popcorn from the Krazy Korn store in the mall. Text-talk has made it even worse. Ack. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00013599048413321239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-57426698938030217782013-02-17T23:50:10.439-05:002013-02-17T23:50:10.439-05:00I don't even bother with taking the family Chr...I don't even bother with taking the family Christmas photo anymore. I just tell the kids to go outside so I can take their picture. Half the time, our Christmas cards have a photo of half the kids still in their school uniforms.<br /><br />It is so aggravating to look down and see that your finger has left a trail of blood and you have no recollection of the injury.<br /><br />Thanks for stopping by!Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-63518589913729581252013-02-17T23:48:05.913-05:002013-02-17T23:48:05.913-05:00My kids make fun of me all the time for writing wo...My kids make fun of me all the time for writing words out when I text. I see no reason to shorten perfectly lovely words. Glad someone else agrees!Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-28721981966592886902013-02-17T23:47:06.027-05:002013-02-17T23:47:06.027-05:00You can do plenty of romantic things with a chocol...You can do plenty of romantic things with a chocolate fountain! I've heard. We don't have one.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-72953259041702935352013-02-17T23:46:23.547-05:002013-02-17T23:46:23.547-05:00Rich, gotta be honest, don't know if it's ...Rich, gotta be honest, don't know if it's a good thing that we agree on so many things. :)Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-65153673667622670302013-02-17T23:45:34.964-05:002013-02-17T23:45:34.964-05:00How do we not feel it??? Baffles me.How do we not feel it??? Baffles me.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-19579232697495610872013-02-17T23:45:12.589-05:002013-02-17T23:45:12.589-05:00I hate it when it happens.
And the cake is awesom...I hate it when it happens.<br /><br />And the cake is awesome. And delicious. After 25 years together, he has learned.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-474586439677416262013-02-16T10:39:02.853-05:002013-02-16T10:39:02.853-05:00So cool that your husband brought you roses in the...So cool that your husband brought you roses in the form of cake decorations! I laughed out loud at your sentence that people are still recovering from the Christmas photo. I still haven't even hung ours up...because I look like crap in it. Sigh. <br />And I think it's a mom-trait that we hurt ourselves and have no clue how or when. I did the same thing last week, on the knuckle on my pinkie finger. Blood dripping everywhere - also IN THE CAR...<br />Great post!Kristi Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08340629559188847788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-77114458504817099762013-02-16T04:00:00.360-05:002013-02-16T04:00:00.360-05:00I don't even like text speak in texts! It def...I don't even like text speak in texts! It definitely shouldn't be used on signs!Kellie @ Delightfully Ludicroushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18226603919012169939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-23580642342102167252013-02-15T23:03:20.460-05:002013-02-15T23:03:20.460-05:00"Lazy kid's Halloween" is oh. so. pe..."Lazy kid's Halloween" is oh. so. perfect. <br /><br />My husband knows to bring me a box of Russell Stover for all major holidays. Or else. <br /><br />No flowers. I just kill them in about 47 minutes. <br /><br />But this year I asked for - and ordered for myself - a chocolate fountain for 2 upcoming parties. :D I'm so romantic. Angela @Momopolizehttp://www.momopolize.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-52601548356910594562013-02-15T21:21:41.930-05:002013-02-15T21:21:41.930-05:00I couldn't agree more with the texting sign at...I couldn't agree more with the texting sign attitude. "If you can't use English, I can't use you!" The holiday thing really gets to me, too, especially around Christmas. It seems to be eating away more and more every year at the true meaning of the day. Cuts seem to occur more and more the older we get. I nicked myself at a Staples the other day while grabbing a spool of blank cd's. When I got to the counter, I found myself dripping blood all over the place. I didn't even really notice it when it happened, but it caused the store staff to put on gloves to clean it up. Yep, I'm a true profile of what an Aids carrier would look like! lol Great post!Richard Rumplehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15478732756685966429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-25563099675172571982013-02-15T20:13:42.964-05:002013-02-15T20:13:42.964-05:00I have recently discovered I've also turned in...I have recently discovered I've also turned into my grampa. I have found blood on the floor and counters and have checked all the kids only to find out it was me, no clue what happened.Kraus House Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11202341154461834446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-20938239679414131132013-02-15T15:55:55.145-05:002013-02-15T15:55:55.145-05:00Ack! The cut! I've done that before too. Blood...Ack! The cut! I've done that before too. Blood everywhere - where the heck did that come from? That cake looks awesome! That's a great V-day gift. He knows you well.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04940266024306074097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-80482250449072246172013-02-15T13:37:26.175-05:002013-02-15T13:37:26.175-05:00Hahaha! When I looked at the photo, that is exact...Hahaha! When I looked at the photo, that is exactly what I thought. I almost drew the eyes and nose on my thumb. Even considered adding a little blouse.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-27059938115021042962013-02-15T13:36:02.807-05:002013-02-15T13:36:02.807-05:00They were thrilled to bits. Ooh, good husband you...They were thrilled to bits. Ooh, good husband you have, too!<br /><br />I don't think I know that commercial. I will not look it up.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-44638874549254303352013-02-15T13:34:50.634-05:002013-02-15T13:34:50.634-05:00I really do.
We have a lot in common, you and I.I really do.<br /><br />We have a lot in common, you and I.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-22336833028932782282013-02-15T13:34:00.582-05:002013-02-15T13:34:00.582-05:00What? You didn't know cereal sticking togethe...What? You didn't know cereal sticking together is front page news? Life changing event, really. Every single time we eat cereal for breakfast.<br /><br />Oh, I always get huge bruises I can't explain. It's the bleeding that is new.<br /><br />Ha! I hadn't thought of that. Except he gave sweets of all kinds up for Lent and didn't have a single bite of it.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-44516228730556712362013-02-15T13:32:14.528-05:002013-02-15T13:32:14.528-05:00Interesting idea. I'm guessing all I'd ha...Interesting idea. I'm guessing all I'd have to do is tell Turken to call out whenever someone leaves a light on. He's all about being in charge lately, much to his siblings chagrin.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-55498269956622085802013-02-15T13:29:51.469-05:002013-02-15T13:29:51.469-05:00It is my favorite chocolate cake, and I hadn't...It is my favorite chocolate cake, and I hadn't had a piece of it for years. So, so yummy.<br /><br />We go through the cereal thing almost every time he eats cereal. It really is ridiculous.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-31835403139136898292013-02-15T12:33:38.206-05:002013-02-15T12:33:38.206-05:00Good Gawd Girl I thought that was a pair of lips p...Good Gawd Girl I thought that was a pair of lips painted on your thumb. YIKES!!! Hope you heal quickly. A slice of that yummy cake should help.Just Keepin It Real, Folks!https://www.blogger.com/profile/02691470259291755580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-29917145010938355282013-02-15T12:25:13.418-05:002013-02-15T12:25:13.418-05:00I bet the KIDS loved that he got you a cake, too, ...I bet the KIDS loved that he got you a cake, too, lol! My husband stopped at the Candy Kitchen in town last week and let me pick out my very own chocolates. Mmmmmmmmm. It's been a wonderful treat all week!<br /><br />The commercial I was thinking about that ought to be banned is that Hunk of Love Bear. Nough said.Raise Them Uphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15131235222116977410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-32822231197344954622013-02-15T11:24:21.893-05:002013-02-15T11:24:21.893-05:00I bet the injury happened as you were grabbing the...I bet the injury happened as you were grabbing the fire extinguisher to put out the fire Turken was hollering about. Kristihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14136276061114462192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-39406203155589385262013-02-15T10:14:46.589-05:002013-02-15T10:14:46.589-05:00You have a good husband!
And your list? I agree w...You have a good husband!<br />And your list? I agree with every single item on it!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-15825400058282302802013-02-15T09:26:12.966-05:002013-02-15T09:26:12.966-05:00Really? For two cheerios? Wow.
Hope your hand get...Really? For two cheerios? Wow.<br /><br />Hope your hand gets better soon. Hate when that happens. I usually discover it with bruises rather than cuts and can't figure out what I banged into and when.<br /><br />The cake's good (if a rather paradoxical gift versus the scales - makes you wonder if he had a pre-meditated angle of getting more cake as you were being careful, being mindful of the scales!) - the sugar roses are a nice touch.Lizzihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17480448062269641320noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-47925165502450540122013-02-15T08:38:27.860-05:002013-02-15T08:38:27.860-05:00I was trying to say, we had a light monitor and th...I was trying to say, we had a light monitor and they would call out the offenders name, and put it on the chalkboard wall for all to see. We did have to establish that if the offender was occupied in another room they could be called out, if the person left the room to get something heading back in then it was not an offense, We never offered a reward or punishment, the kids were too annoyed at the monitor and started doing it on their own. Took a few weeks but worked for a good year after. But today after coming home from drop off I noticed we're bad about it again, so I will be doing light monitor again to save electricity.<br />jAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com