tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132911180143931229.post3077105735516843503..comments2023-10-29T03:22:49.197-04:00Comments on Life Is Too Short Not To Share...: I'm way too busy. Here's Why. And Check this out. Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04974251468371326729noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132911180143931229.post-71973136606499186262008-12-03T20:11:00.000-05:002008-12-03T20:11:00.000-05:00Oh, dear, I must now know the story behind the rud...Oh, dear, I must now know the story behind the rude comments you received. Is it related to the post just prior to this one? I laughed out loud about the ex-wife comment. I read through a few of your posts and, girl, you are fun-nee! Thanks so much for stopping by. You know, for someone taking a break, I'm not very good at it. I have a post going up tomorrow and a guest post the day after that. Yeah, I suck at resting. I'll be back to visit you. I like it over here!steenky beehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07570171606663745423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132911180143931229.post-14290039480791471462008-12-03T13:57:00.000-05:002008-12-03T13:57:00.000-05:00I know it....everytime I look outside the kids are...I know it....everytime I look outside the kids are playing outside in my neighborhood. I think to myself, "get your asses to school already." <BR/>I never had a half day, that I can remember. Except for the ones that I, uh, wrote a note to excuse myself a little early for. I mean, my Mom wrote the note. I swear.<BR/>Good luck with the job. This economy sucks.Traceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04200306712474685343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132911180143931229.post-8157131392241277672008-12-03T11:41:00.000-05:002008-12-03T11:41:00.000-05:00Ok, I totally don't know what to say and my face i...Ok, I totally don't know what to say and my face is bright red. "Thanks" comes to mind, but just doesn't seem like enough to cover all the warm fuzzies inside. How about "Awwww Garrrsh!" ala Goofy style?<BR/><BR/>How nice of your company to wait until after the Holidays to drop the bomb. Nothing like an ACME anvil hanging over your head like a fucked up mistletoe to make your spirits bright. Here's hoping it lands on someone else, Cheers!Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04697065958437118961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132911180143931229.post-9680552615097329182008-12-03T09:43:00.000-05:002008-12-03T09:43:00.000-05:00Effin farf, you're right! Why don't the kids go t...Effin farf, you're right! Why don't the kids go to school anymore? We didn't miss a day unless the school was on fire. And even then it had to be a chemical burn or napalm or something. If it was any other kind we would just have classes in the gym (which was also the solution for a variety of other potential missed days - just have class in the gym!).<BR/><BR/>Good luck with your job situation. Glad tidings and all that. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com