tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post8705112622446166946..comments2024-03-06T17:02:32.359-08:00Comments on the asshat lounge: TreesKonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13865029570865495659noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-49916286383747461082013-02-10T19:39:48.273-08:002013-02-10T19:39:48.273-08:00i would love to tell you that the fear eventually ...i would love to tell you that the fear eventually goes away. i would love to tell you that once they are grown, the panic subsides, and you just KNOW that everything's gonna be all right for them.<br /><br />bad news, honeychild. <br /><br />when my phone rings, and the call is from EITHER of my 20-something spawn? i almost literally shit my pants. until i know they are ok. daisyfaehttp://daisyfae.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-17887847156033912132013-02-03T05:56:20.074-08:002013-02-03T05:56:20.074-08:00DofW- of course there's a Pulp song for every ...DofW- of course there's a Pulp song for every occasion... and as for those boyos, i've become quite attached to them, think i'll keep them around for awhile.<br /><br />UB- i didn't hear that but i was gonna point out that you had the prices wrong, well not really, i do remember going there on a field trip in 1st grade or something and they gave you option of watching a chicken being be-headed, public school educations are awesome...<br /><br />Jayne- hey aren't you supposed to be studying? i take it as a compliment that you still read my drivel and yes hockey might be the best sport to watch live, it sounds awesome and here in the Burgh we get to watch two of the best players in the world (Sid and Geno)... and cut down that tree, mine were gone by noon on Friday and this spring a few more might go as well...Konohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13865029570865495659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-44665491756556973742013-02-02T13:06:43.066-08:002013-02-02T13:06:43.066-08:00Life Savers were seven cents. Comic books were 12 ...Life Savers were seven cents. Comic books were 12 cents. I don't know why that was bothering me so much but it was. I hate disseminating bad info. The Unbearable Banishmenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05704208968630911021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-68036546891161818692013-02-02T08:15:48.859-08:002013-02-02T08:15:48.859-08:00Love.
Lulu went to her first hockey game last ni...Love. <br /><br />Lulu went to her first hockey game last night. (And she goes to one of the biggest hockey schools in New England). She was glowing when she came back. Said it was the best thing she'd ever watched.<br /><br />This reminds me that a tree stands maybe 50 feet parallel to her bedroom window. Every time there's a storm I ask her to sleep in the guest room. She doesn't, of course--who worries at that age? And then I ask myself why the hell we haven't yet cut down the damn tree. I'm making a call today.Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06694559900539722616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-30013698608677851282013-02-01T03:44:14.524-08:002013-02-01T03:44:14.524-08:00Hurricane Sandy was the first time I realized how ...Hurricane Sandy was the first time I realized how fragile we are. I prayed the walls held. They can all go like *snap* that. It's a fright show. What are we going to do when they start to drive, for fuck's sake?<br /><br />Did you hear there was a fire at the West Side Market? Not destroyed but closed indefinitely. And right before Superbowl Sunday; a big payday for those people. My granddad and dad both were butchers there. I used to buy comic books from a vending machine for seven cents. Go 'niners. The Unbearable Banishmenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05704208968630911021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-60921260736184979672013-01-31T19:08:22.065-08:002013-01-31T19:08:22.065-08:00A Pulp song for every occasion, eh? I approve, of ...A Pulp song for every occasion, eh? I approve, of course.<br /><br />No trees here, but bullets we have. Mine was an indirect hit, and I'm glad yours was too. Those boyos sound like something special.Diary of Whyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10944615463613105859noreply@blogger.com