tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.comments2023-06-03T07:04:14.438-07:00Hamlet's MistressHamlet's Mistresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365711349960256915noreply@blogger.comBlogger370125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-87994976452287492762011-09-19T03:31:16.924-07:002011-09-19T03:31:16.924-07:00Maybe you could leave a tiny tube of BenGay in the...Maybe you could leave a tiny tube of BenGay in the tree. Men here don't use it here anymore for fear it will turn them queer anyway.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-70884458622646652132011-09-16T16:19:00.628-07:002011-09-16T16:19:00.628-07:00I hate that he pooped under your bare feet. BIG HU...I hate that he pooped under your bare feet. BIG HUGS!Cindy Lou Whohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10369628893088728744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-12657084304005058892011-09-16T06:04:18.775-07:002011-09-16T06:04:18.775-07:00Luckily, I don't have to! He goes home soon!Luckily, I don't have to! He goes home soon!Hamlet's Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11365711349960256915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-27201402739607920422011-09-16T05:31:32.341-07:002011-09-16T05:31:32.341-07:00I read the caption and started laughing. Then some...I read the caption and started laughing. Then some worker guys showed up and my husband said "You know, you're wearing the same thing you were wearing when they were here yesterday" which made me self conscious, so I got a shower, and was still chuckling in the shower. I love the teeth and the name Rufert. Scaly backs, less so - you can keep him!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-8432207852485428582011-09-14T23:32:21.174-07:002011-09-14T23:32:21.174-07:00It makes me want to set HIM on fire. But I really...It makes me want to set HIM on fire. But I really believe in second chances. Even if he still would be doing it if he hadn't got caught, maybe getting caught was enough to change that. Maybe all the rage and the hate against him for such a heinous crime made him think twice and wake up to what he did. And maybe being given a second chance to play football has made him grateful enough to not do anything to hurt any living creature ever again.<br />I'll be idealistic right along with you:)LucidLotushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10265635822495261606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-19345420225124297722011-09-14T17:12:06.066-07:002011-09-14T17:12:06.066-07:00I would HATE to have him on my favorite team. HAAA...I would HATE to have him on my favorite team. HAAAATE. You're a much stronger fan than I!Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing]https://www.blogger.com/profile/02242115803102270369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-32942839996686903292011-09-13T06:58:52.965-07:002011-09-13T06:58:52.965-07:00You know, I wondered how you felt about Vick playi...You know, I wondered how you felt about Vick playing for your beloved Eagles, with you being such an ardent animal-lover. And now you've told me. Thanks! ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-76778178659165163952011-09-13T06:53:56.797-07:002011-09-13T06:53:56.797-07:00It definitely did... for a long time. But yeah, I...It definitely did... for a long time. But yeah, I guess if my quarterback was Tom Brady the thought of just about anyone else would make me want to set myself on fire, too.Hamlet's Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11365711349960256915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-89340309195155995812011-09-13T06:34:37.326-07:002011-09-13T06:34:37.326-07:00I know where you're coming from. The thought o...I know where you're coming from. The thought of Vick playing for the Patriots (my team) just makes me want to set myself on fire.Badass Geekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01030944236271663794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-37964194552073850342011-09-10T21:01:17.591-07:002011-09-10T21:01:17.591-07:00Wonderful post. I think a lot of us feel the same ...Wonderful post. I think a lot of us feel the same way.Annifer Tookelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01823080168472693978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-82478254815134162972011-09-10T19:55:33.018-07:002011-09-10T19:55:33.018-07:00Beautiful.Beautiful.Staceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16751183637276306152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-26991462626472115812011-09-02T10:39:53.911-07:002011-09-02T10:39:53.911-07:00Oh, Spot. Now that you commented on my typo, I ca...Oh, Spot. Now that you commented on my typo, I can't fix it our your comment will make no sense . See how selfless I am? I would rather give the blogosphere more evidence of my idiocy than have your comment make no sense.Hamlet's Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11365711349960256915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-69890192990973482712011-09-02T10:28:17.097-07:002011-09-02T10:28:17.097-07:00You did wrote it? LMAO. Oh lord girl! I'm so g...You did wrote it? LMAO. Oh lord girl! I'm so glad you managed to get the blog post in because it gave me the best giggle of the morning. <br /><br />I never ever worry about being raped/killed/assaulted/ect. I probably should, but it just never enters my mind. I'm always too worried about seeing a ghost or the boogeyman in my closet. <br /><br />This post is why I ♥ you.<br /><br />♥SpotSpothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12761441168024967277noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-34525416308002239582011-09-02T09:52:08.543-07:002011-09-02T09:52:08.543-07:00Tracie - I'm not actually a doctor, but I play...Tracie - I'm not actually a doctor, but I play one on my blog. :) <br /><br />Tracie & Tammy - Thank you. My friend did get in touch with me (turns out she DOES read this) and I have hopes for us going forward. :)Hamlet's Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11365711349960256915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-73363832065755352982011-08-31T13:58:05.736-07:002011-08-31T13:58:05.736-07:00For real....I have had those little bumps on my ne...For real....I have had those little bumps on my neck like that when something funky was happening to my ear, and never knew what they are. In fact, I've been secretly scared of them (no insurance means not asking a doctor what is wrong) and reading this made me feel so much better! Can you be my doctor now? <br /><br />I know your last section wasn't written to me...but I have to say that I have someone in my life I feel that way about. Hugs to you.Tracie Nallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07908908021649000930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-52408892492593488152011-08-31T12:51:13.506-07:002011-08-31T12:51:13.506-07:00Thank god for little nodes. My daughter gets a fu...Thank god for little nodes. My daughter gets a funky (and very rare) ear infection every once in awhile and these nodes are our first sign of trouble. They are little warriors. <br /><br />I know the feeling of having that very special friend that you wish was still your go to person. It is very lonely without them, at least you have the guts to put it our there. I never could.Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10701370453987570725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-68229079480265404712011-08-31T04:15:54.833-07:002011-08-31T04:15:54.833-07:00Wow. Wow. And once again I'm left wanting to b...Wow. Wow. And once again I'm left wanting to beat the shit out of someone I've never even met.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-30392383682324178542011-08-29T16:36:58.426-07:002011-08-29T16:36:58.426-07:00And this is why I do not have neighbors. And hopef...And this is why I do not have neighbors. And hopefully, never will again.<br /><br />First-- woot woot on the 25 pounds! Second-- I'm pretty sure his picture is next to "jerkwad" in the dictionary. Some people just don't have enough fun managing their own lives, they have to try to do everyone else's as well.<br /><br />Ex-lax brownies are definitely an acceptable present for Mr. Judgemental.<br /><br />♥SpotSpothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12761441168024967277noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-35069644683966792122011-08-29T08:25:04.725-07:002011-08-29T08:25:04.725-07:00Yes, well done with the 25 pounds! I have a neighb...Yes, well done with the 25 pounds! I have a neighbor who enjoys telling me about my income--as if he has any idea at all--along with tips about how we could save money, what we can and cannot afford, etc. I wonder along with you where they get the nerve.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-37733452516240236112011-08-29T06:19:50.398-07:002011-08-29T06:19:50.398-07:00What a jackass! It's no wonder the guy's ...What a jackass! It's no wonder the guy's alone with only his guns for company. Go you with the 25, though!! That's awesome!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-75959920380265070302011-08-21T09:04:18.087-07:002011-08-21T09:04:18.087-07:00Love it!Love it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-16281138122294159762011-08-20T06:18:08.623-07:002011-08-20T06:18:08.623-07:00Ok...i saw your plea on Twitter. How is it that i...Ok...i saw your plea on Twitter. How is it that i wasn't your favorite post of the week? i'm just kidding...Lynn MacDonaldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08680909356053872951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-67257525943698448722011-08-15T06:10:19.266-07:002011-08-15T06:10:19.266-07:00I TOTALLY understand what you mean. Recently, I fo...I TOTALLY understand what you mean. Recently, I found out that a hs acquaintance married another hs acquaintance a couple years older than us. That was all fine and dandy until....dunh dunh dunh....I learned that he taught band at our rival school. I was a marching band girl all the way. The (now) band director was one of our high school drum majors. How could he defect over to the other school? UGH! Blasphemy!!Charissehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06376154994844472080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-69088893696647012872011-08-13T08:49:48.656-07:002011-08-13T08:49:48.656-07:00We are NOT getting stuck at Penn Station. We are g...We are NOT getting stuck at Penn Station. We are going to Sparklecorn and dancing our glittery asses off!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1425030288963774520.post-91668438850885463462011-08-13T08:48:16.981-07:002011-08-13T08:48:16.981-07:00This is a lovely piece of writing and so very sad....This is a lovely piece of writing and so very sad. I'm sorry for your loss... He sounds like a very sweet young man.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com