tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823354.post2521357111534005863..comments2023-10-09T09:36:41.461-05:00Comments on Wiping The Crazy Off My Face: Take me there.Sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03403709569483341570noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823354.post-22315476052202377012007-08-12T10:23:00.000-05:002007-08-12T10:23:00.000-05:00Oh Dearest Toad Suck Guy,While I appreciate the st...Oh Dearest Toad Suck Guy,<BR/><BR/>While I appreciate the stalking, I was greatly saddened to see there were no words in your comment that made me catch my breath in awe of your vocabulary. <BR/><BR/>And then I saw "logolepsy" and everything was OK again.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for that.Sherrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03403709569483341570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823354.post-42892779906813767982007-08-10T13:46:00.000-05:002007-08-10T13:46:00.000-05:00You know what I'm doing this week! It's PJ and the...You know what I'm doing this week! It's PJ and the Kid. Spending lots of time on the water, and sneaking around stalking my fav humor writer. <BR/>I wanted to use some big words since you are afflicted with Logolepsy, but I couldn't think of any.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823354.post-90499234100458003592007-08-09T18:58:00.000-05:002007-08-09T18:58:00.000-05:00Nancy,I've been working to pay the bills. I hate b...Nancy,<BR/>I've been working to pay the bills. I hate bills. I'm not fond of bobs either.<BR/><BR/>Hi Aaron!<BR/>Thank you for saying hi!<BR/><BR/>Jami,<BR/>I feel you. Thank heavens my son sets his own alarm now and gets himself up with no need for me to threaten him. Please don't tell him that's not the way most kids are.<BR/><BR/>Unique,<BR/>If I could write a bestseller perhaps you'd have something to fear. I tend to give much of my milk away for free...which is sometimes admittedly overpriced.<BR/><BR/>Larry,<BR/>I have decided you are a closet vampire trying to thwart vampire slayers by using words like "no fat butter crap". You own a wolf, you brush your fangs and your wife is quite obviously under your evil spell as she gets up with you... in the dark of course.<BR/><BR/>Sweet. A vampire.Sherrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03403709569483341570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823354.post-62872841093857341182007-08-09T12:03:00.001-05:002007-08-09T12:03:00.001-05:00Up at 5AM, I know, why would anyone get up that ea...Up at 5AM, I know, why would anyone get up that early. Its because I can get into work in 30 minutes, instead of 90 minutes if i leave an hour later. Do the math.<BR/><BR/>Shower at the same time I am peeing in said shower, saves a step. Before I had my prostrate ripped out, peeing took 5 minutes, so i had 5 minute showers. now with that sucker ripped out, i get it over in 10 seconds, and well, i still take a 5 minute shower. Get out in kitchen, throw english muffin in toaster, take out 6 slices of sliced smoked ham, toss in the middle a slice of non fat cheese, hit the micro for 23 seconds, not 20, the cheese doesnt get melted, not 25, the cheese is ALL over the plate. Put away the stuff, by then the muffin pops out, spritz it with spray no fat butter crap, its tasty, no points. Total points so far about 4. My wife who gets up with me has let the wolf outside, he runs in, he wants food, she has feed him, and pours my juice, i sit down, listen to the traffic report, no use hearing weather, its HOT, always.<BR/>hit bathroom, brush fangs, get dressed, hit the door by 5:35, drive to work, get in at 6:10, read e-mail, look at sfgate day in pic, then astropic and then NYT online. Read company e-mail, drink my diet mt dew, my cafeeine for the day, get to work. Work till 4, get off, drive home, get in bewteen 4:30 to 6, depending on if any asshole has caused an accident.<BR/><BR/>Give treat to wolf, kiss the wife, make dinner, go swimming. Then play time.<BR/><BR/><BR/>boring huh, yep, then there is the weekend, but thats never planned, except i still get up at 5am, my internal clock, doesnt matter when i hit the bed, i get up at 5am.LarryLillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07476633371958841991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823354.post-7243167607198128652007-08-09T12:03:00.000-05:002007-08-09T12:03:00.000-05:00If I told you, then I'd have to kill you and I'm a...If I told you, then I'd have to kill you and I'm all out of lye.<BR/><BR/>Besides, why should you get to write a best seller based on my adventures? That wouldn't be fair.<BR/><BR/>:Duniquematerialhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06214896789729284356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823354.post-6474549434372351082007-08-09T11:20:00.000-05:002007-08-09T11:20:00.000-05:00A routine day? OK, it goes something like this:At...A routine day? OK, it goes something like this:<BR/><BR/>Attempt to get out of bed - fail. Attempt to get up later - fail again. Finally crawl out of bed a little later and wait until hands and knees and shoulders stop screaming and actually start to merely ache and then move. Shower for a long time because it's my time by myself and because I'm almost awake when done. Put on some kind of clothes and do hair. Start trying to wake everyone else in the house up. Let dogs out. Pour cup of coffee from pot that automatically started brewing when I got up. Feed cats. Let dogs back in. Continue trying to get everyone else up. Pull covers off of everyone else still in bed. Feed birds. Scream at everyone else to GET UP. Eat a bowl of cereal and drink coffee. Scream repeatedly until everyone else finally gets up. Now totally awake. Pour more coffee. Tell children that I am not the closet and to find their own clothes. Threaten to bodily place children in car in their underwear unless they get dressed and get in vehicle voluntarily. Load car with coffee, phone for me and breakfast bars for children. Load car with children. Leave house only 30 minutes late. Drop off children at school, signing them in as tardy ... again. Go to work. Desperately try to survive the day by avoiding as much work as possible while appearing to be very busy. Leave work. Pick up children. Drive home. I think some more stuff happens after this but it's all kind of of a blur. But I know I end up in bed asleep because that's where it starts again the next day.Jamihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17962802919604963474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823354.post-21208407075826628372007-08-09T11:18:00.000-05:002007-08-09T11:18:00.000-05:00Great writing. Glad to see you're still at it. p...Great writing. Glad to see you're still at it. <BR/><BR/>peace,<BR/><BR/>aaronAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823354.post-30159759298400142212007-08-08T20:24:00.000-05:002007-08-08T20:24:00.000-05:00I was wondering where you have been chickie!I love...I was wondering where you have been chickie!<BR/><BR/>I love the new photo ^5<BR/><BR/>What I do on a routine day? OMG, I WISH I had some routine days!Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12525149264536202592noreply@blogger.com