tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post5451140540938720242..comments2023-12-12T08:22:49.015-07:00Comments on navel gazing at its finest: Accidents Happen, Part II (This Time Not Fictional)TheOneTrueSuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756132396031048647noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-78947310903763930362008-05-22T23:20:00.000-06:002008-05-22T23:20:00.000-06:00I have not read you in AGES (I have not read anyon...I have not read you in AGES (I have not read anyone in ages, nor have I written anything in ages!) and man, did I miss you! this post is absolutely hilarious---in a way that only you can be. Love it!Kristi Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15749922455225303462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-57592027461032363902008-05-20T20:51:00.000-06:002008-05-20T20:51:00.000-06:00Ok-- all the laughter=lots of Braxton-Hicks.Thank ...Ok-- all the laughter=lots of Braxton-Hicks.<BR/><BR/>Thank you.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02414405825215814113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-78782901881466994382008-05-14T14:37:00.000-06:002008-05-14T14:37:00.000-06:00I have determined that Google Reader is smart, bec...I have determined that Google Reader is smart, because it recommended your blog to me, and this is the first post I clicked on, and I cannot stop laughing. I cannot tell you how many times my parents have backed into one of our cars that was in the driveway. (the slant sometimes makes it hard to see them) And your husband's reaction was priceless. And then came the bus story, so now I'm sitting here at work, trying very hard to keep a straight face. I'm looking forward to reading more of your blog. :) (and I'm very glad you're okay...I know how it is running into things...walls jump out in front of me when I'm walking. Seriously, they're out to get me)Jainahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05666481569069955190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-61369889056080828392008-05-11T21:26:00.000-06:002008-05-11T21:26:00.000-06:00love. you.love. you.Alison Wonderlandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15764321314666554990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-39760353112320443612008-05-11T20:44:00.000-06:002008-05-11T20:44:00.000-06:00:( i'm sorry about your bumper. that's no fun. al...:( i'm sorry about your bumper. that's no fun. all that car fixing and insurance crapola. i hate that. <BR/><BR/>i randomly clicked on your link from FMH, and have realized (after reading your archives) that i less than 3 your blog.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17136475934858797611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-29857754145526825612008-05-11T20:18:00.000-06:002008-05-11T20:18:00.000-06:00this is so me - I almost wrote, "I could have writ...this is so me - I almost wrote, "I could have written these same words" but I couldn't. Nobody would have laughed. <BR/><BR/>But I am with you. I hit our mailbox a couple of months ago. No it had not moved (acually, it was in the exact spot it has been for 6 years -but who is counting). My husband was parked in the middle of the driveway and I had to steer around him (managed to not hit his truck - he SHOULD have been thankful-not) and my child was having a hysterical meltdown in the backseat. But, I guess I am the one who actually hit the VERY stationary mailbox. I didn't tell my husband for a couple of days and he said "how did you keep C from telling me?" I told him she was so out of control in the backseat that she had no idea that I hit it, got out and inspected it or cried all the way to school to drop her off. This should have made him more understanding of how I could actually hit the mailbox but he just shook his head with the same "did you forget it was there?". No $#*&head!Kim Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14994994061317641228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-49421836591251328092008-05-11T18:48:00.000-06:002008-05-11T18:48:00.000-06:00My mom had a two-car wide driveway. She would alw...My mom had a two-car wide driveway. She would always park on one side and my step-dad would park on the other. Whenever I came over, I was always told to park behind my mom, but with enough room so she could back around my car, which I always did, and she successfully backed around my car many times. Once, however, we were going shopping together and she was driving. I pulled in and parked far behind her as usual. We got in her car and she began backing up. I noticed that she wasn't turning the wheel, so I said, "Don't forget to go around..." ***BANG!!!*** "my car."emailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03653316423608779303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-29527973920472300672008-05-11T15:47:00.000-06:002008-05-11T15:47:00.000-06:00You know what I did to finally feel good about los...You know what I did to finally feel good about losing weight? I stopped weighing myself...and I feel pretty good. I have no idea if I've lost or gained weight, but not knowing is pure bliss.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17244475646807937843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-66075210106572289752008-05-11T11:42:00.000-06:002008-05-11T11:42:00.000-06:00oh my. I snorted when I was reading your cautiona...oh my. I snorted when I was reading your cautionary tale. You made my mother's day.Reluctant Nomadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15777629955562705346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-28939781082231147402008-05-11T09:48:00.000-06:002008-05-11T09:48:00.000-06:00I recommend telling your husband that 95% of your ...I recommend telling your husband that 95% of your brain cells were thinking about him at the time. They do still fall for that. Especially if it's in a "sexy time" way.Sue Wilkeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06611804749003805841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-6574821195789684562008-05-11T08:38:00.000-06:002008-05-11T08:38:00.000-06:00I'm sure the stress caused by that truck blindsidi...I'm sure the stress caused by that truck blindsiding you burned so many calories, you could've had a large ice cream and still break even. <BR/><BR/>HeidiFamily Adventurehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00093360285075029799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-76221895416766788612008-05-10T22:39:00.000-06:002008-05-10T22:39:00.000-06:00You are totally my frozen yogurt hero! Nice to se...You are totally my frozen yogurt hero! Nice to see other people in the same position, doing what I do...and not being to fit into their jeans, either.<BR/><BR/>I highly recommend getting a sinus infection, especially one where you cough A LOT and your husband is out of town so there's no one to wait on you, bring you 7up or to hold your hair back when you're paying your respects to the porcelain gods. Lost 5 pounds!Jessica G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10641255166732692924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-75276940871149708422008-05-10T18:49:00.000-06:002008-05-10T18:49:00.000-06:00What the- . I am casually doing my nightly check-p...What the- . I am casually doing my nightly check-point on my Family category rank on Humor Blogs and ....POW. Where did you come from? I was all prepared to declare you a new nemesis (as i am wont to do) but I visited your site and you are hilarious, love the blog so....carry on.Sue Wilkeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06611804749003805841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-45907402682577945102008-05-10T15:21:00.000-06:002008-05-10T15:21:00.000-06:00Oh and I guess there was the time that I annihilat...Oh and I guess there was the time that I annihilated a fancy stone mailbox while backing out of my grandmother's driveway in my dad's Range Rover. I forgot about that. Rocks strewn everywhere.Annie Jarmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14248339527698224747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-86458819513270827272008-05-10T15:15:00.000-06:002008-05-10T15:15:00.000-06:00Did I ever tell you about the time my husband back...Did I ever tell you about the time my husband backed out of the garage with the car door open and ended up pulling a Tommy Boy? His defense was that he drove around like that all the time at work (he was a mechanic for a construction company) and never hit anything. Um, yeah.Annie Jarmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14248339527698224747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-53710930873149162212008-05-10T11:46:00.000-06:002008-05-10T11:46:00.000-06:00Frozen yogurt with snickers sounds like JUST THE T...Frozen yogurt with snickers sounds like JUST THE THING after a parked truck jumps out at you like that.<BR/>At least you weren't hurt, right?Beckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-42875811886813851742008-05-10T01:07:00.000-06:002008-05-10T01:07:00.000-06:00Well I am glad to see that you didn't die. I am t...Well I am glad to see that you didn't die. I am too dumb to check for UPDATEs at the END of a post so I just assumed the worst, not that you were going for the Gold Medal in comment-land. <BR/><BR/>Congrat's on that by the way. <BR/><BR/>Sorry to hear that there are like, 60 some odd other people that can't drive either! LOL!Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-50781384801713228662008-05-09T21:46:00.000-06:002008-05-09T21:46:00.000-06:00I need to have my husband read this! He just thin...I need to have my husband read this! He just thinks I'm the only one with a few accidents under my belt:)<BR/><BR/>I seriously have been trying to diet and exercise lately but the minute I think it, I somehow sabotage it. I eat twice as much and sit on my butt all day!Hey It's Dihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-22915901962198649862008-05-09T17:24:00.000-06:002008-05-09T17:24:00.000-06:00When my husband and I were fist dating, he was kin...When my husband and I were fist dating, he was kind enough to give me a ride home during spring break. It was my turn to drive and the car was out of fuel. So I pulled into a gas station and proceeded to pull up to the pump. I misjudged the length of his car and I rammed it into those stupid short posts that are around every pump. He proceeded to simultaneously laugh his head off at me and curse me out at the same time. And he has never let me live it down. I feel your pain. :)FluffyChickyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09469289835652075845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-22462671368309097212008-05-09T16:30:00.000-06:002008-05-09T16:30:00.000-06:00That was such a funny post - thankyou!Reminded me ...That was such a funny post - thankyou!<BR/>Reminded me of when I backed my car down our driveway (hey it's steep and narrow and I was concentrating on not scraping the side of my car AND my toddler was screaming in the back seat) and I backed into my husband's brand new car (well - two week old) which was TOTALLY his fault as it was not usually there! Mananged to damage not one but two panels - gotta do these things properly!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-25607114737647145962008-05-09T14:52:00.000-06:002008-05-09T14:52:00.000-06:00LOL my best friend and I were talking the other da...LOL my best friend and I were talking the other day about how putting strawberries on pudding makes it healthier ....right? RIGHT?? Anywho. She still ate a whole box of pudding and gave herself a stomache by doing it. <BR/><BR/>your talk about yogurt totally reminds me of that conversation and the justifications we stry to use .... :DAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16620999018026605884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-49864570504616775772008-05-09T13:38:00.000-06:002008-05-09T13:38:00.000-06:00ROFLMAO.you crack me up, thank you for posting.ROFLMAO.<BR/><BR/>you crack me up, thank you for posting.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10327991964710241536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-64494047181466272602008-05-09T12:38:00.000-06:002008-05-09T12:38:00.000-06:00So, my best friend totally gives me crap about "ru...So, my best friend totally gives me crap about "running her over" when it was more of a friendly nudge. Besides, why would you walk in front of my car? pshaw. she's retarded.Caroline C. Binghamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08883064932707416161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-4158188074192946752008-05-09T12:33:00.000-06:002008-05-09T12:33:00.000-06:00When I hit something with the car - the illegally ...When I hit something with the car - the illegally parked UPS truck, the garage door, the concrete wall on the upramp of the parking garage - my hub likes to play "20 questions". He starts to sound like my dad, all lecturey and whatnot. And I respond in kind, all petulant teenager. It's not good to reveal that kind of stuff over the phone - no matter how guilty my conscious - I've learned to do it in person so he can just go see it for himself.<BR/><BR/>I'm with you on the weight loss don't-give-me-too-many-hurdles-or-I-might-run-screaming-from-the-diet-aisle thing. I can't think about it too much (like when my bootcamp instructor says "keep going to 99") or I quickly throw in the towel.Nicholehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10911836222035780777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-27552966690667421792008-05-09T10:26:00.000-06:002008-05-09T10:26:00.000-06:00I've been working out and have watched what I was ...I've been working out and have watched what I was eating (and not having an appetite helped) and I GAINED FOUR FREAKIN' POUNDS! HOw is that fair, HOW?!? UGH... I feel your pain.<BR/><BR/>Oh and your poor, poor husband :-)onthegomomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00899118515327742159noreply@blogger.com