tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post6354375098976374414..comments2024-01-09T02:09:03.122-05:00Comments on Ashley Quite Frankly: List of ComplaintsAshleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09830109486291771097noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-20529630300089442882008-05-27T20:48:00.000-04:002008-05-27T20:48:00.000-04:00I love your complaint list!!! Awesome. I wish I co...I love your complaint list!!! Awesome. I wish I could just say things like that.. I'm a little scared that some might think I'm crazy. nice to know I'm not the only one who feels that way sometimes.<BR/><BR/>ps... you really wear jammies all the time? lol Awesome!YeahYeahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02535867144763388185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-9883320974900377442008-05-27T10:35:00.000-04:002008-05-27T10:35:00.000-04:00Ugh! I was reading this and imagining you getting...Ugh! I was reading this and imagining you getting ready to rip your hair out and run down the street screaming. Isn't it funny when people ask stay at home mothers if they are thinking about going back to work. Ha. HA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Yeah, it makes me want to smack them. At least my husband knows what's up. He tells everyone that I am a CEO. (With a hell of a lot less pay!)Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09626785183516899149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-53224105243494110482008-05-26T21:37:00.000-04:002008-05-26T21:37:00.000-04:00This weekend sucked a million assholes for me, too...This weekend sucked a million assholes for me, too. Along with the same sinus/allergies as you did, I had a tantruming/sick LLM. Thank God we are not PTing because I would have lost my effing mind. <BR/><BR/>My BLM also has daria of the mouth. (Yes, that is spelled that way on purpose because I hate the D word so much). She does that same shit with numbers as BK does with the alphabet. It is annoying and it makes me want to give her away or open the front door and just let her out.<BR/><BR/>Hope you feel better soon,<BR/>HMultislacking Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14147547129080532343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-87826898728118944262008-05-26T19:51:00.000-04:002008-05-26T19:51:00.000-04:00"He pooped in a cowboy hat yesterday."Thanks, that..."He pooped in a cowboy hat yesterday."<BR/><BR/>Thanks, that even made my grumpy ass DH laugh.Samanthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-12726692162946297772008-05-26T19:42:00.000-04:002008-05-26T19:42:00.000-04:00kids suck.kids suck.Cristinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06278630444931205359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-25258545605117220512008-05-26T19:14:00.000-04:002008-05-26T19:14:00.000-04:00I'm with Clemsongirl (and I, too, know waaaay too ...I'm with Clemsongirl (and I, too, know waaaay too much of what I speak). It's gut-check time. Suck it up and just get through the next few hours. It.Will.End. Then go to bed. I don't care how nice it seems to be in the quiet by yourself. Go to bed immediately. You will need all your strength for tomorrow. I also find wine, cheese and chocolate to be fortifying.Fishy Busynesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17981995634167341215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-60650879793567797632008-05-26T18:49:00.000-04:002008-05-26T18:49:00.000-04:00I'm no help at all, but part of Evan Almighty was ...I'm no help at all, but part of Evan Almighty was filmed near me. I'm good for useless comments...see!Emmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01350354528488374142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-3587414108838665532008-05-26T12:11:00.000-04:002008-05-26T12:11:00.000-04:00A visit to Grandma's house seems to be in order. ...A visit to Grandma's house seems to be in order. :) May sanity be with you. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-51060958330539953142008-05-26T09:04:00.000-04:002008-05-26T09:04:00.000-04:00Call your parents. Tell them their grandkids miss ...Call your parents. Tell them their grandkids miss them and you're bringing them over. Then call Mr. Ashley and tell him he can pick your kids up at the grandparents on his way back into town. <BR/><BR/>When you get back home, just sleep!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-55426847977393286532008-05-26T08:19:00.000-04:002008-05-26T08:19:00.000-04:00Oh my, pooped in a cowboy hat...Loved..Loved readi...Oh my, pooped in a cowboy hat...Loved..Loved reading your blog. I will be back!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-79329219726318284592008-05-26T00:39:00.000-04:002008-05-26T00:39:00.000-04:00Okay, the cowboy hat thing? I almost spit my drink...Okay, the cowboy hat thing? I almost spit my drink at my computer screen.Mrs. Schmittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14745072739050640143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-92041266955649022672008-05-26T00:27:00.000-04:002008-05-26T00:27:00.000-04:00Ugh! I totally know how you feel. I'll trade you...Ugh! I totally know how you feel. I'll trade you mine for yours......Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-48917282055543402882008-05-25T21:04:00.000-04:002008-05-25T21:04:00.000-04:00At least he POOPED in the hat. That's a start. Rig...At least he POOPED in the hat. That's a start. Right?Life, Love And Lolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01461059661681736530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-30541853441549152962008-05-25T20:44:00.000-04:002008-05-25T20:44:00.000-04:00Poor Ashley! You need a spa day or at least a day...Poor Ashley! You need a spa day or at least a day just to hide in the Closet.Lipstickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04346441046070223404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-68827326202490640032008-05-25T20:12:00.000-04:002008-05-25T20:12:00.000-04:00My heart goes out to you...I know how you feel! Tr...My heart goes out to you...I know how you feel! Try not to beat them too hard(just kidding, just kidding)!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-82295975344610628312008-05-25T18:05:00.000-04:002008-05-25T18:05:00.000-04:00You know you'll be happy when the whole potty trai...You know you'll be happy when the whole potty training thing is over. It sucks right now, but it's worth it.sunny-dazehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01332179734302056175noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148811199743801438.post-50072476076582328072008-05-25T17:15:00.000-04:002008-05-25T17:15:00.000-04:00I don't call myself an expert with regard to many ...I don't call myself an expert with regard to many subjects. But managing the minis solo? I have a friggin' post Doc. I've been at that point so many times it's absurd.<BR/><BR/>You're clearly gonna blow. Screw the budget and all health concerns this instant. Throw them in the car and head to one of the following:<BR/><BR/>1. some loud ass pizza joint with games and a front door they can't escape from.<BR/><BR/>2. ice cream place<BR/><BR/>3. movie if little kid can possibly handle it.<BR/><BR/>Focus on just keeping the little terds happy and alive until on hour past the normal bedtime, then let them conk out.<BR/><BR/>I promise, it will be the worst 4 hours of your life, but you will make it.<BR/><BR/>:) Best wishes!clemsongirlandthecoachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12937440349642139447noreply@blogger.com