tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post7392765162588980249..comments2023-10-15T01:12:39.385-07:00Comments on Get In The Car!: Assistants Apply Here....Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02086167716210736774noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-527905404821927002007-10-25T07:28:00.000-07:002007-10-25T07:28:00.000-07:00Lol!Oh yes...btdt.Any homeschoolers around you?I f...Lol!<BR/><BR/>Oh yes...btdt.<BR/><BR/>Any homeschoolers around you?<BR/><BR/>I find that 12yo homeschooled girls are an endless source of daytime mommy-help, and all for the low, low price of $3.00 an hour.josetteplank.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-56464471602178108202007-10-24T21:25:00.000-07:002007-10-24T21:25:00.000-07:00Oh wow. Phone conversations in toddler's presence....Oh wow. Phone conversations in toddler's presence. You are very very brave. <BR/><BR/>Marshmellows? Ineffective. Try peanut butter.Cathy, Amy and Kristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01472486650115997239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-11248452024449838962007-10-24T19:53:00.000-07:002007-10-24T19:53:00.000-07:00At least he didn't yell "mommy got gas" at the top...At least he didn't yell "mommy got gas" at the top of his lungs. I can always count on that from my little Katie. lol... You just never know when she's going to blurt it out.... Glad to see you're "blue".insanemommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-89214567784038621732007-10-24T11:12:00.000-07:002007-10-24T11:12:00.000-07:00Laughing so hard at this as I work from home too. ...Laughing so hard at this as I work from home too. Food is always my answer while on the phone (and my kids know it)!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-47520982614529790042007-10-24T09:21:00.000-07:002007-10-24T09:21:00.000-07:00Made me laugh! Thanks!Made me laugh! Thanks!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-83774114669165898632007-10-24T07:45:00.000-07:002007-10-24T07:45:00.000-07:00I agree, there is NEVER a better time! If you 've ...I agree, there is NEVER a better time! If you 've got my on the line, for god sakes stay with me!Annahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01602168625363402376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-29404046759285790712007-10-24T06:28:00.000-07:002007-10-24T06:28:00.000-07:00My mom--the mother of seven children (in TEN years...My mom--the mother of seven children (in TEN years)-- used to say, "I need a wife."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-15006790363581769272007-10-23T21:11:00.000-07:002007-10-23T21:11:00.000-07:00People always wonder why I never answer the phone....People always wonder why I never answer the phone.I always tell them to email me. Every time the phone is off the hook that is their cue to maim each other.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-39699662715313270362007-10-23T18:55:00.000-07:002007-10-23T18:55:00.000-07:00Hee hee hee... that reminds me of one of those com...Hee hee hee... that reminds me of one of those commercials for the "Graduates" toddler food. The Mom is talking to the camera about how great the food is "...for when BIG BOYS DON'T PULL THEIR PANTS DOWN ON THE PLAYGROUND!"<BR/><BR/>I hope you're feeling better soon.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01015442439562633822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-25538824442499494442007-10-23T18:49:00.000-07:002007-10-23T18:49:00.000-07:00You might want to steer clear of interns! They ca...You might want to steer clear of interns! They can be troublemakers *cough* Monica Lewinsky *cough*!Jennifer https://www.blogger.com/profile/08191366421121919596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-26886195784406406492007-10-23T17:15:00.000-07:002007-10-23T17:15:00.000-07:00Whenever I'm on the phone, my children start yelli...Whenever I'm on the phone, my children start yelling about poop -- that they have to go, that they just went, that they had diarrhea, that they need wiping.<BR/><BR/>It never fails.Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05602868040771218507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-37090553140796425032007-10-23T17:06:00.000-07:002007-10-23T17:06:00.000-07:00I am still laughing- having no children of my own,...I am still laughing- having no children of my own, I am living vicariously through all of you. Despite your hardships, you make me want some of my own....amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02775497356720247278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-36930517050335053322007-10-23T15:19:00.000-07:002007-10-23T15:19:00.000-07:00ya. I know. every single time you pick up the phon...ya. I know. every single time you pick up the phone or try for a quickie....crazymummahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04663148723513574331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-54336560700925112212007-10-23T13:59:00.000-07:002007-10-23T13:59:00.000-07:00This sounds so sadly familiar. I've taken to maki...This sounds so sadly familiar. I've taken to making my phone calls at 9:45 pm. It hasn't won me many friends.<BR/><BR/>"<I>...probably a Republican who got in...</I>" HILARIOUS!!Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08585572295277151602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-18212148234796216182007-10-23T11:49:00.000-07:002007-10-23T11:49:00.000-07:00LMAO. So true what suburbancorrespondent said - "...LMAO. So true what suburbancorrespondent said - "this is it, okay?" It aint getting any better pal, so listen good and who cares if you missed 2/3rds of what I said.<BR/><BR/>And this Republican will scream for ya, but just a little. K? <BR/><BR/>ROAR! LOLAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-49766283986885885622007-10-23T10:57:00.000-07:002007-10-23T10:57:00.000-07:00Um, these are the future voters of America? Very s...Um, these are the future voters of America? Very scary.Mrs. G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01171997573144385692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-10657263675054082252007-10-23T10:47:00.000-07:002007-10-23T10:47:00.000-07:00I'm still laughing about the panties!My husband wa...I'm still laughing about the panties!<BR/><BR/>My husband was sorting laundry one day recently (did I just write that?) and actually held up a pair of the V-meister's size 3T Dora panties and asked if they were mine or hers.<BR/><BR/>I wasn't sure whether to laugh, cry, or take it as a complement.Rimahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15883046753707687727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-44825457772152678422007-10-23T10:46:00.000-07:002007-10-23T10:46:00.000-07:00hysterical. I used to make phone calls for an ins...hysterical. I used to make phone calls for an insurance agent from my home, with an infant. Baby Einstein would buy me 20 quiet minutes a day, since my child NEVER napped. sigh.painted maypolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06446625015003854710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-27384077978540285172007-10-23T09:18:00.000-07:002007-10-23T09:18:00.000-07:00If I lived closer (like actually in your country),...If I lived closer (like actually in your country), I'd be your intern. Oh, but I guess you probably don't need two more kids screaming in the background, do you?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-27994507192744065732007-10-23T09:17:00.000-07:002007-10-23T09:17:00.000-07:00....and then at that moment the dryer buzzer goes .......and then at that moment the dryer buzzer goes off and you say something brilliant like:<BR/><BR/>"what was that?.... Oh no.....haha a dryer? Definitely not...why would you think that?...no no..I was just buzzing one of the staff cars in at the front gates. So sorry...haha... anyway... what were you saying?"Mary Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08923591889426758103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-23197431563938964842007-10-23T09:15:00.000-07:002007-10-23T09:15:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Mary Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08923591889426758103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668957788371173816.post-50831691929079186382007-10-23T08:58:00.000-07:002007-10-23T08:58:00.000-07:00I hate it when the person on the other end says, "...I hate it when the person on the other end says, "Maybe I could call you back at a better time." Lady, there is no better time. This is it, okay?Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.com