tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891674371586256983.post7264798457342049094..comments2023-10-18T07:35:41.883-04:00Comments on Work at Home Mom to Five: Mornings....Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13379920231860182430noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891674371586256983.post-83947418898737978652007-03-11T01:12:00.000-05:002007-03-11T01:12:00.000-05:00I was the fat kid in middle school. That kid... ya...I was the fat kid in middle school. That kid... ya know, the one with the wooden leg. He could run faster then me and would not want a Hershey's bar at the end of the race. *sighing happily* The memories of my youth...Demon32https://www.blogger.com/profile/14873096100315391953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891674371586256983.post-68946855979914924462007-03-09T15:29:00.000-05:002007-03-09T15:29:00.000-05:00Haha, thanks Demon. Yea, tell that too me when my...Haha, thanks Demon. Yea, tell that too me when my daughter graduates from High School this year....Ugh.<BR/><BR/>Kitten, you are so right. 13 or just middle school in general is so awkward.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13379920231860182430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891674371586256983.post-23468818613843553102007-03-09T10:32:00.000-05:002007-03-09T10:32:00.000-05:00I think 13 is an awful place. I was so unsure of m...I think 13 is an awful place. <BR/>I was so unsure of myself at that time. It was rather torturous just to be.mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12859110058247136307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891674371586256983.post-77145856568531499722007-03-09T10:09:00.000-05:002007-03-09T10:09:00.000-05:00Your not old... your seasoned.Your not old... your seasoned.Demon32https://www.blogger.com/profile/14873096100315391953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891674371586256983.post-13514244926146114312007-03-07T09:12:00.000-05:002007-03-07T09:12:00.000-05:00I do have a 15 and one about to turn 18 in May. S...I do have a 15 and one about to turn 18 in May. Shhh, don't tell anyone. But they live with their dad so I haven't had to deal with the "boy" stuff too much. Except the call I got recently from the 17 year old requesting me take her to a Gyno. LOL I did real good (my daughter was nervous) and stayed cool, calm and collective--until I came home. Then I realized how OLD I am. :)Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13379920231860182430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891674371586256983.post-3071635265189711902007-03-07T08:57:00.000-05:002007-03-07T08:57:00.000-05:0013 year olds? eh, to think I was one. I remember b...13 year olds? eh, to think I was one. I remember believing the world was made for me, that all my demands where plated in gold and scribed by the most powerful beings of the cosmos. I would sit on top of my throne and declare my greatness, until I heard "You are being selfish and whiny" by a more powerful being of the cosmos, my mom. Just wait until your daughter is 14,15, and the scary 16... do you have open graves for all the boys that will come over and or call? If not you better get to it.Demon32https://www.blogger.com/profile/14873096100315391953noreply@blogger.com