tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post115321744775423831..comments2024-03-26T08:30:30.060-04:00Comments on Poop and Boogies: A long post about nothing really.WILLIAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00719470271284761917noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153972759794236962006-07-26T23:59:00.000-04:002006-07-26T23:59:00.000-04:00Well, my man's a 13, and we just replaced his ring...Well, my man's a 13, and we just replaced his ring (with no contingencies). He doesn't wear his often because he works on heavy equipment and it could snag in the machines. January marks our 20th, so whatever...by the way, he's standing over my shoulder and swears he saw the word "boobs". Thanks, Sharpie.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153514775877197822006-07-21T16:46:00.000-04:002006-07-21T16:46:00.000-04:00HAHAHAHA....Love your goals!HAHAHAHA....Love your goals!Peanutthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12507951833903712593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153309358282356382006-07-19T07:42:00.000-04:002006-07-19T07:42:00.000-04:00That really is not a story about nothing....it is ...That really is not a story about nothing....it is first of all quite funny, and just proves that store policies suck.......and it's quite precious that Laura got you a different wedding ring....my hubby lost his about 6 months after we were married....his ring got pulled off by his trucks window and fell in the street and he couldn't find it.....hummmm should I have believed that story? Had no money so he never had a wedding ring after that.....Judypatoootehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14772772712062934968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153265793701981472006-07-18T19:36:00.000-04:002006-07-18T19:36:00.000-04:00Your post reminded me of a joke my dad always tell...Your post reminded me of a joke my dad always tells: "I have big hands. You know what that means?"<BR/><BR/>*Appropriate pause* <BR/><BR/>"Big gloves!"Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05661527737618732613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153263935077753532006-07-18T19:05:00.000-04:002006-07-18T19:05:00.000-04:00Am I the only person who sees through this? You w...Am I the only person who sees through this? You were actually hitting on the girl at the wedding ring store? That is so bad.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153261589100471612006-07-18T18:26:00.000-04:002006-07-18T18:26:00.000-04:00Circus kelli-That is HILARIOUS! I am so thrilled t...Circus kelli-<BR/><BR/>That is HILARIOUS! I am so thrilled to be past those days. I feel for you poor people!<BR/><BR/>All my kids were in undies 24/7 by the time they were 2 and a half. My daughter took longer than her brothers, which surprised me. I heard girls were easier.Lowahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11014088685507756473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153256446328012832006-07-18T17:00:00.000-04:002006-07-18T17:00:00.000-04:00William, as I read this, I thought "Wow. I know ju...William, as I read this, I thought "Wow. I know just what you mean about the smell -- I could smell it myself while I read your entry. And then Buddy walked by and I realized WHY I could smell it..."Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01015442439562633822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153245336467271892006-07-18T13:55:00.000-04:002006-07-18T13:55:00.000-04:00Jewelry stores can be the suck. I think you shoul...Jewelry stores can be the suck. I think you should have a ring tattooed on your finger -- guaranteed to <I>always</I> fit and <I>never</I> get lost.eclectichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01827218552901306334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153242914911163912006-07-18T13:15:00.000-04:002006-07-18T13:15:00.000-04:00I wonder if Max will be like my Daughter. We alway...I wonder if Max will be like my Daughter. We always get those comments about her. She got so used to it, that pretty soon when people came up to her, she would just smile at them and say, "I know. I am cute. I have beautiful red hair. I have incredible eyes. Thank you!" Then she would grab my hand and say "Let's go!!" We have since taught her she can't do that, but it was pretty funny to see the looks on their faces when she did! Then they would laugh and make a comment about how clear it is that she hears that everywhere. <BR/><BR/>Let us know when Max starts doing that:)<BR/><BR/>By the way, that ring thing is retarded. Just like yesterday I tried to buy new crayons. You can get a pack of 24 for twenty cents, but a pack of only 8 (Same brand!) is 88 cents!??!? Where is the logic?? More than four times the money for a third of the amount and less colours to choose from!?!?Lowahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11014088685507756473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153241873382062822006-07-18T12:57:00.000-04:002006-07-18T12:57:00.000-04:00It's a toss up for me, reading about Lauren dissin...It's a toss up for me, reading about Lauren dissing you and your fat fingers and the lovey dovey stuff. Add Max's book store pooping, and it's all good!<BR/>Lois LaneLois Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153239638643800202006-07-18T12:20:00.000-04:002006-07-18T12:20:00.000-04:00Have you ever noticed, Max always seems to poop in...Have you ever noticed, Max always seems to poop in the bookstore when YOU are with him and not with Lauren. I'm guessing he was there, what, at least 15 minutes or more with Lauren and nothing, you come, Lauren leaves and Max promptly poops his diaper....Hmmmm. I think the kid is out to get you. And I agree with the blue hairs, Maxfield has beautiful eyes! StacieNature Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16725115146167877981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153238531171071562006-07-18T12:02:00.000-04:002006-07-18T12:02:00.000-04:00I love how women always buy clothes in the size th...I love how women always buy clothes in the size that they WANT to be but men always buy them in the size that they PLAN on being. Wonder what that says about us?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153237225152676572006-07-18T11:40:00.000-04:002006-07-18T11:40:00.000-04:00Bigger is always better. That is my theory in all...Bigger is always better. That is my theory in all aspects of life. It applys to everything. Incidentally my husband has a size 12 1/2 finger! I'm a lucky girl. <BR/>:-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153235786276894822006-07-18T11:16:00.000-04:002006-07-18T11:16:00.000-04:00sounds like my hubby when he buys pants--he always...sounds like my hubby when he buys pants--he always gets them a size too big--he doesn't ever try them on in the store, just guesses at the size. He "likes them to fit loose" so he has "room to grow". That is the WRONG way to look at things, boys....Effiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05085720274984698685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153232184510383462006-07-18T10:16:00.000-04:002006-07-18T10:16:00.000-04:00I lost my wedding ring a year after I got married....I lost my wedding ring a year after I got married. I was at the cottage, and shampooing my hair in the lake out front, and there was shrinkage, and the ring flew off right in front of both my wife and me. I stayed planted right where I was while she called out a crew, I had people diving around my legs, searching the murky water and the sandy bottom to no avail.<BR/><BR/>Insurance paid $85. I got a watch. It was a Seiko. It stopped keeping time a couple of years later. I have no idea whatever happened to it.<BR/><BR/>We are still married. I wear no watch, and I wear no ring.Nilbohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03190692997264305872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153226623347675642006-07-18T08:43:00.001-04:002006-07-18T08:43:00.001-04:00At least you had the good sense not to get sucked ...At least you had the good sense not to get sucked in by the ladies behind the glass with their boobs at eye level - guys are so distracted they usually say - ok whatever I'll pay triple. Or maybe that's JUST my husband.....Sharpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16069441965855692593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-1153226616425584362006-07-18T08:43:00.000-04:002006-07-18T08:43:00.000-04:00Contingencies, my friend. Contingencies. You don't...Contingencies, my friend. Contingencies. You don't have Max pooping his diaper in the bookstore as a goal, but you plan for the contingency by bringing AT LEAST ONE clean diaper. You don't plan on getting fatter fingers, but you allow for things like the extra water you retain after eating a whole bag of Doritos with cheese dip. It's a contingency.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com