Thursday, December 11, 2008
THANKS TO YOU, KANOO
ONCE AGAIN KANOOER HAS TAKEN THE TIME TO POINT OUT HOW BORING MY BLOG IS. AND SINCE THIS IS THE ONLY THING I CAN THINK OF TO WRITE ABOUT, I GUESS HE'S RIGHT. IT DIDN'T GET NAMED THE MOST DISAPPOINTING BLOG FOR NUTHIN. AND I'M NOT YELLING IN ALL CAPS, I JUST DON'T FEEL LIKE PUSHING THE CAPS LOCK BUTTON AGAIN. IF ANYONE WOULD LIKE TO SUGGEST A TOPIC FOR DISCUSSION, FEEL FREE. ANYONE? ANYONE?
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Okay, all you clever Balmforth kids. Here is your sister, Tracy, trying desperately to rescue her blog. Surely one of you must have an amusing topic of discussion that will pass the censor (me). Have a heart!
Okay, let's talk about Mom. Anyone?
Or how about our favorite childhood memories? Here are a few of mine: watching Tracy pry open the closet with the Christmas presents; wading through five feet of laundry to get outside; walking to Dairy Queen to buy a tasty treat for Tracy, who always let me get something too; going through the drive-thru at the Mexican restaurant on the corner for "65 rolled tacos and a Diet Coke, please"; and getting heatstroke walking home from school. Good times
thanks mom and allison for portraying me as a desperate, christmas ruining, ice cream eater. Love to all.
i remember when mom would send me to circle k, by myself at the age of 6, to buy her a 32oz diet coke. it's okay though, she would let me get one for myself. no wonder i'm addicted:). also, i remember opening up my lunch at school only to find my sandwich wrapped in wax paper, how embarassing (and pointless).
Mom was very good about making us meals, but I don't remember school lunches being her strong point. Gary's told me more than once about the tuna fish sandwiches he'd find in his lunch, which had sat in his desk all morning.
I love you mama, and only have good lovely memories of my childhood,like the one time..... or that other time............. I'll come back when I remember the very bestest one.
Can you imagine the stories our children are going to have when they grow up? And mom, if we had really had awful childhoods, we wouldn't come over and let you feed us every week.
You mean, Allison, you watched Tracy pull the nails out of the closet door that I nailed shut, and you didn't say anything?
My memory is of the time I got you the descrambler for Disney Channel, and wrapped it in cardboard covered with strapping tape, so there was no way that Tracy could peek. I know it drove her crazy.
BTW, there couldn't have been five feet of laundry, or it would have been over your head.
allison was an enabler, which is actually waaayyyy worse.
Well, I really do remember literally having to wade through the laundry; it was exhausting, because I'm a horrible swimmer.
I remember one day when I was 8 or 9...mom didn't hit me that day.
That was awesome.
I remember when my kindergarten teacher called me a C.T. 'Little Sh***' Of course we didn't think anything of it because we were called that all the time by both our moms but when I got home and asked Mom why everyone called us that name she asked me who else beside her called me that. I told her Mrs. Parker did. Needless to say I learned at an early age Moms influence in the community since Parker was gone before the week ended. Awesome Mom.
Jim, I only beat you because you always chose to act up at the most inopportune time, like at the crucial point of gravymaking.
BTW, I hope this isn't the only written record you all are making of your childhood.
And I remember---this is so hilarious!---chasing Kanooner around the house with a screwdriver in my hand! Hahaha!! He must have been acting like a "little sh**" that day too.
Oh, and I remember the time Evil was babysitting us kids, and I threw up, and he made me clean it up because he was too busy watching t.v.
Fatherload: You have lots of kids, Motherload, a job where you meet all types of people, a church calling, hobbies, friends, lots of t-shirts that provoke deep thinking, a childhood, Christmastime traditions, dilemmas, an inquiring mind, etc.---all good for interesting posts.
It's true, though, that blogging pressures people to be fun and creative all the time---not my strengths. It's much easier just to post stupid comments on other people's sites.
BTW, I watched your videos but felt guilty laughing at the "pecial" people---and afraid to admit it with a post.
Fatherload. You have to appreciate what's going on here. Motherload's blog has been temporarily revived by a rare opportunity to take a shot at me and my mothering skills without having to endure the evil eye.
But, ha ha ha. I know I was a good mother, because you're all good people. So there.
I'm not good.
I abuse retards.
Evil,
When referring to our children we shouldn't use the "R" word.
I find the respond better to the "S","T",or "X" words.
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