tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251395280163186306.post2228145500914276172..comments2023-03-28T07:13:52.877-07:00Comments on blueandshoe: SO SLEEPYLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690873703374171148noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251395280163186306.post-524422019086650702010-05-26T10:48:47.039-07:002010-05-26T10:48:47.039-07:00Oh dear, is this what I have to look forward to wh...Oh dear, is this what I have to look forward to when my daughter starts her piano lessons? Hmmm... perhaps I should re-think this.Serene is my name, not my life!https://www.blogger.com/profile/02181359150279923307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251395280163186306.post-55865321591460211082010-05-25T08:26:53.082-07:002010-05-25T08:26:53.082-07:00Hahaha! This was hilarious! :) Thanks for making m...Hahaha! This was hilarious! :) Thanks for making me laugh today. I've got to go lay down now, my cuticle on my right thumb is throbbing...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14224194225397679255noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251395280163186306.post-33934205186732187122010-05-24T22:03:10.782-07:002010-05-24T22:03:10.782-07:00Girl, I am telling you. Our two girls are related...Girl, I am telling you. Our two girls are related - twins separated at birth. The Lord knew no one could handle two of them, so he split them up. We had a voice mail from Mimi talking in her sad, squeaky little voice that went on for five minutes about all the bad things that happened that day and at the end she said, "So when you get home I need a hug." I wish I had an audio program and I would have posted it as a blog post.Kristahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07870337424997944073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251395280163186306.post-132543277176489702010-05-24T19:33:11.035-07:002010-05-24T19:33:11.035-07:00Oh Lisa, you capture life's precious moments s...Oh Lisa, you capture life's precious moments so accurately and acutely! I LOVED your blog today, I can so relate, I sit through dance recitals and 99% of them dancing are not mine, and I have to watch all the 3 year olds stand and do nothing, and the 4 year olds waving, and the 5 year olds, you get the picture. And another thing, saturday was my birthday, my day, the thing where you get to be the princess for one entire day, and wouldnt you know my 16 year old broke out in hives (reaction to her penicillin from strep throat) and ALL day, and I mean ALL, did I mention ALL DAY? welp, all day I kept hearing how horrid her hives were and LOOK, LOOK they are growing and spreading and itchy, and LOOK AGAIN as they keep growing. I actually screamed at her YOU ARE RUINING MY BIRTHDAY, and wouldn't you know, that still didn't work! Benedryl did knock her out and SHUT her up! thank heaven for Benedryl. And your dream analogy, oh dear, now I know what I sound like, hah hah, I will never try to explain my dream to anyone again! (unless I want to put them to sleep) Thanks for the sunshine on this rainy day!sandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15144866190609701091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251395280163186306.post-75499907193676389262010-05-24T17:10:16.968-07:002010-05-24T17:10:16.968-07:00Oh my I was having a great laugh...especially sitt...Oh my I was having a great laugh...especially sitting through other childrens piano recitals...thats a true pioneer woman.<br /><br />Right now WHO wants to be in school...I know the teachers don't even want to be there...can you imagine their pain and need for tylenol.<br /><br />Love love and more love (yes I loved) your last paragraph...did I exaggerate that enough for you? <br />Thank you so much, and I heard you had quite a good time,but no one mentioned the dancing, was that in your head, because you were just dreaming crazy dreams and going to Lagoon and who would go to lagoon even in their dreams?<br /><br />I just love to come home to your blog Lisa!Just a bed of roseshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13459267830839304441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251395280163186306.post-78687069839949449332010-05-24T16:35:37.951-07:002010-05-24T16:35:37.951-07:00Wow. I'm impressed that the fruit of your loi...Wow. I'm impressed that the fruit of your loins is being so brave and courageous. I mean, who ACTUALLY goes to school with bruises on not only one hip BUT TWO?!? As if!<br />Reminds me of Napoleon calling Kip to bring him some chap stick cuz his lips are so dry GOSH!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251395280163186306.post-22039033884138885262010-05-24T14:01:43.435-07:002010-05-24T14:01:43.435-07:00I hope you didn't buy the things that I should...I hope you didn't buy the things that I should have had instead of you. I guess what I don't know won't hurt me. Tell the fruit of your loins that she is one brave little chick for sticking it out at school. With the bruised hip and the peeling ear and all. She must come from good pioneer stock. MimiMimi Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10615059010141169618noreply@blogger.com