tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678945.post115354425010676384..comments2023-11-05T04:51:42.511-05:00Comments on Blonde Champagne: Career DayAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678945.post-1155612911233762052006-08-14T23:35:00.000-04:002006-08-14T23:35:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678945.post-1155213539039450362006-08-10T08:38:00.000-04:002006-08-10T08:38:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678945.post-1155213005453298502006-08-10T08:30:00.000-04:002006-08-10T08:30:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678945.post-1154224809347151692006-07-29T22:00:00.000-04:002006-07-29T22:00:00.000-04:00Hey, at least Cheviot had a slide to burn your leg...Hey, at least Cheviot had a slide to burn your legs on. We always went to Westwood. No slide. Boo. :)ShannJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04095939954566545067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678945.post-1153870821774226922006-07-25T19:40:00.000-04:002006-07-25T19:40:00.000-04:00Hee! I burned the backs of my legs many a time on...Hee! I burned the backs of my legs many a time on the slide outside of the Cheviot Public Library. Didn't they find out that those chips caused baldness in tree squirrels or something ridiculous?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678945.post-1153862115222748122006-07-25T17:15:00.000-04:002006-07-25T17:15:00.000-04:00On a slightly related note, remember when playgrou...On a slightly related note, remember when playgrounds used to have things like woodchips and metal equipment that got really hot in the sun? Now everything is made of plastic with rounded corners and they put fine grain sand or that squishy foam stuff down for ground cover. Where's the fun in that?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678945.post-1153859018805105692006-07-25T16:23:00.000-04:002006-07-25T16:23:00.000-04:00Kristi, you just happened to find yourself in the ...Kristi, you just happened to find yourself in the most important job in the world: Mommy. One I am incredibly ill-equipped to carry out, so kudos to you. <BR/><BR/>Did I mention to you guys that my parents attached LUGGAGE TAGS with our full home addresses to me and my sister when we traveled? I asked her about it recently and she said, "Well, we never lost you anywere, did we?"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678945.post-1153858671357924182006-07-25T16:17:00.000-04:002006-07-25T16:17:00.000-04:00I am 33 years old, married with three children and...I am 33 years old, married with three children and I never did figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. I have just about decided to give up on that and just torture my kids about what THEY are going to be....<BR/><BR/>AHHHHH.. the privileges of parenting!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678945.post-1153766419228004502006-07-24T14:40:00.000-04:002006-07-24T14:40:00.000-04:00Since the age of 13 (prior to CSI, and the like) I...Since the age of 13 (prior to CSI, and the like) I wanted to be a forensic pathologist. THEN, I realized all of the school involved (med and law school). Umm, yeah. Maybe I'll be an assistant, but there's NO WAY I'm doing all of that!!<BR/><BR/>:PAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678945.post-1153750215616025122006-07-24T10:10:00.000-04:002006-07-24T10:10:00.000-04:00When I was 5, I was snapped on the way home from t...When I was 5, I was snapped on the way home from the beach, topless as only a 5 year old can be, complete with pail and shovel. The local papers (all 57 million of them) ran that picture on the front page b/c of a heat wave. They listed my full name and address in the caption. A topless 5 year old with what is essentially a road map to molestation paradise ran on the front page of every newspaperAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678945.post-1153700984109635692006-07-23T20:29:00.000-04:002006-07-23T20:29:00.000-04:00Haha...my mother wrote my name and address on all ...Haha...my mother wrote my name and address on all of my clothes...and my lunchbox...and my backpack...until I went away to college and she let me write my own name and address on all of my clothes. I guess my mom wanted to make extra sure that all the creepy men knew where we lived.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com