tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post4980938854662085656..comments2023-11-02T11:20:48.716-04:00Comments on Down the Rabbit Hole: End of the week odds and endsBunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-52287506310455889682008-03-22T17:30:00.000-04:002008-03-22T17:30:00.000-04:00Bunny ... else where in your musings, you've talke...Bunny ... else where in your musings, you've talked about your hubby's fascination with the teenagers at your church (if I remember correctly ...) ... UM ... as one with a background in church leadership - UNLESS he is in an active LEADERSHIP role with your faith community - I would be a little worried ... <BR/><BR/>Is is AT ALL Possible, that he sees this book as a way to "speak the language" of the teens to be cooler, and possibly to try to take his fascination to another (yuckier) level?????<BR/><BR/>I hope not ... but ... the two things connect a couple of dots in my experience ... <BR/><BR/>I'd second the immaturity thing - but have to wonder WHY ????? knowing what you've said before ...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-35727287406425362112008-03-14T23:43:00.000-04:002008-03-14T23:43:00.000-04:00LMAO about that book. Um...yeah....?????And OMFG,...LMAO about that book. Um...yeah....?????<BR/><BR/>And OMFG, I read that story about that woman and the toilet. I have found myself thinking of all these things, stupid details like.....how did they/she clean the toilet?! Has it not been cleaned in two years?!<BR/><BR/>....like <I>that</I> is the most important issues going on....*shaking head* LOLOLOL (I have clearly put TOO much thought into this)Vixenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07295575995939125741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-35199327919085089502008-03-14T23:39:00.000-04:002008-03-14T23:39:00.000-04:00My wife and I lasted in the suburbs for 18 months....My wife and I lasted in the suburbs for 18 months. My parents couldn't believe it when we announced we were moving back to the city (especially with the prospects of starting a family just around the corner). Nine years later and we couldn't be happier. Like you, we have stores, coffee, bakeries, galleries, eclectic shops, mass transit, and multiple parks all within walking distance.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Hmmm. As for Spousehole, where did he even get a copy of hte book designed for teenagers? I mean, it's not like you had two copies and he picked up the wrong one.<BR/><BR/>Short stories? Well, you have a few days coming up without spousehole. I'm sure you can let your mind (and fingers) do a little wandering ;)Brian Gardeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15786639309366228473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-45410300260669229592008-03-14T21:57:00.000-04:002008-03-14T21:57:00.000-04:00I was stunned yesterday when I read the newspaper ...I was stunned yesterday when I read the newspaper article about the woman and her boyfriend and her special connection to the toilet. When I shared it with my husband, he wondered aloud how it was possible to sit on a toilet that long and still feel her legs. Then we both wondered who the hell allows something like that to continue past two hours, let alone two years. <BR/><BR/>We live in an "anonymous suburb." Actually, we live on an anonymously suburban street. When we moved here, we asked the homeowner we were buying from if the neighborhood was nice and friendly, for we wanted that connection with our neighbors. We were assured, of course, that it was. It is, yes, but not if you weren't here on the ground floor. It's very, very cliquey. Eight years in, and we still haven't busted into the popular group at the lunch table, but now I don't care. However, I do get a twinge when we walk just around the block and see the all the neighbors as chummy as I wish we had.for a different kind of girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04431273646365489225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-54038555617615116432008-03-14T20:49:00.000-04:002008-03-14T20:49:00.000-04:00About that book. Is it possible it has something ...About that book. Is it possible it has something to do with reading comprehension level? You know, needing the version which uses smaller words and more pictures?<BR/><BR/>Ok, I feel kinda bad for saying that, but it was too dang irresistible.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-42408367058395351632008-03-14T19:22:00.000-04:002008-03-14T19:22:00.000-04:00I have plenty of fantasies that could be made into...I have plenty of fantasies that could be made into erotic short stories....but none of them involve a woman..... :(<BR/><BR/>And look at the bright side, at least Boy ate his veggies. :)<BR/><BR/>HUGS...Polthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16480544010972209436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-57121394003241480512008-03-14T16:25:00.000-04:002008-03-14T16:25:00.000-04:00maybe Spousehole's book of choice reflects his men...maybe Spousehole's book of choice reflects his mental development?<BR/><BR/>I didn't see the Nip/Tuck but there was a real woman named Gayle Laverne Gaines who did in fact become fused to her sofa and died. Very sad on so many levels.Felicityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03578440477514835595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-18418226955683889732008-03-14T15:40:00.000-04:002008-03-14T15:40:00.000-04:00Bunny.......the only thing more natural than jumpi...Bunny.......the only thing more natural than jumping out of a swing...is the "almost" impossible act of swinging all the way around..:)<BR/><BR/>I'll withhold my comment on spouseholes current reading choice, I think you know my opinion...:)ZigZagManhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03124688107164515604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-64949748253263719982008-03-14T13:53:00.000-04:002008-03-14T13:53:00.000-04:00I will never understand the "loved ones" who serve...I will never understand the "loved ones" who serve as enablers. When I see those people who can't move because they weigh 600 pounds, the first thing that ALWAYS comes to mind is what jackass is bringing this person enough food to maintain that weight?Biscuithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07214037983461918187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-67609373961745695962008-03-14T11:52:00.000-04:002008-03-14T11:52:00.000-04:001. wth with the toilet sittin lady??? huh? yike...1. wth with the toilet sittin lady??? huh? yikes. that seriously freaks me out<BR/><BR/>2. mealtimes & ungrateful kiddos. oh i hear ya. sheesh. why cant they just EAT what we give 'em for goodness sake?<BR/><BR/>3. love languages & being refused that which we need the most. O.MY.HECK. yah i know whatcha mean. when he knows exactly what i want most of all & he says "i cant give u what u want all the time cause that'd make your life too easy then" . uh huh. how fun is that?! yah. uh huh. (lol) <BR/><BR/>4. good luck on the inspiration & your writing. your neighborhood sounds like fun though. so thats very cool. <BR/><BR/>5. OH! and happy friday to ya! ; )-https://www.blogger.com/profile/16481370740016886545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-19385388961242847972008-03-14T11:43:00.000-04:002008-03-14T11:43:00.000-04:001) Short-story inspiration. You have a boat. Boat ...1) Short-story inspiration. You have a boat. Boat sex is good.<BR/><BR/>2) Hubby's Reading Material. Uhmmmm...borderline personality disorder is still my diagnosis.hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04341805107057968097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-49201013373477321062008-03-14T11:10:00.000-04:002008-03-14T11:10:00.000-04:00Our first house, when we were first married, was '...Our first house, when we were first married, was 'in the city', mainly because it was all we could afford at the time. We've moved twice since then, but we've stayed in the city, rather than move to the 'burbs, for exactly the reasons you describe here. There are honest-to-goodness neighborhoods in the city, and you have honest-to-goodness neighbors.Desmond Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07829959101276150279noreply@blogger.com