Comments on: Why I’m Like This.

By: Mommy on the Spot

Mommy on the Spot — Sat, 24 Jul 2010 01:43:00 +0000

That last pic is hilarious!!!

By: Kendra

Kendra — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 19:52:31 +0000

Clearly you’re mastering the art of scanning childhood photos! I need to master that. I adore the bonnet and would totally put my 2-year-old daughter in it. She would probably spend several minutes insisting that she is a flower (always a flower, no matter what she’s wearing), then remove it and try to eat it in a fit of (justified) rage. She makes me laugh.

And the gun-toting elf? Awesome. Almost as awesome as your pirate face. Do you ever see that exact same expression on your kids? Because it looks like a face I see my kids make sometimes, and I wonder, is that “screw you, I’m a pirate” face inherited, or is it just natural to all kids?

By: Regina

Regina — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 15:06:27 +0000

1. You are rockin’ that bonnet.
2. Wish I could have had barrettes with my name on them.
3. Sorry, but your dad also looks like Kip(like your uncle with the Tull album). So now we know how Kip would look as Santa. Best photo ever!
4. Love the Stones reference.

By: pam-tastic

pam-tastic — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 04:23:00 +0000

I, too, have told my oldest daughter (who is now 17) about “Wendy” who lived in the attic. At night my daughter would hear noises so I told her that was her sister Wendy who lives up there. My daughter’s name is “Lindsey” and I had her convinced at a young age that I would give Wendy all of her toys, clothes, etc if she were to act bad. Just the mention of Wendy’s name could make my child straighten up and fly right. This worked…for quite some time…in fact, I’m not so sure that if I were to bring up Wendy today my daughter wouldn’t turn white with fear.

Soooo…save her a place at the blod table. She’s going to need it…and a side of therapy too.

By: c8h10n4o2

c8h10n4o2 — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 00:00:23 +0000

I’m gonna guess that your brother had Uncle Shelby’s ABZ Book by Shel Silverstein. His version was that Ernie lived in the ceiling, but otherwise, it’s almost word-for-word. If you’ve never read it, you really, really should.

And my grandmother told us to stay out of the cedar chest in her room thusly: “You know what’s in the box? GRANDPA’S in the box!”

Grandpa had been dead for almost 20 years.

By: Mwa

Mwa — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 22:35:42 +0000

I LOVE the bonnet!
You were so damn cute when you were little. As you are now, of course.

By: Beth

Beth — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 20:18:00 +0000

Basement sister sounds sorta awesome, actually. I probably would have wanted to make a nature documentary or something about her. My big worry was that the basement was totally HAUNTED. Thank god we only lived somewhere with a basement for two years. I could’ve gotten a complex.

By: drzibbs

drzibbs — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 16:28:21 +0000

Who are you kidding? That’s not your father. That’s Santa.

By: Hannah

Hannah — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 14:36:42 +0000

1. That should absolutely be your Christmas card photo this year.
2. My bff is preggers and she asked me to sew a few things for her new baby. Then she gave me two different bonnet patterns with 6 unique designs per pattern. I’m not excited.
3. My birthday is on Leap Day so I only have a read bday every four years. My cousins traumatized me by convincing me that I would never get older, that i didn’t have a real bday, that i couldn’t get bday presents, that i wouldn’t be able to get my driver’s license until i was 64… assholes.

By: Kelly

Kelly — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 13:52:18 +0000

Dude, at my Nana’s house there was a BEAR room, and a LION room. NO ONE could enter those rooms. My sister and I were scared shitless of them. There was something else in the basement there, but I am failing to remember what she called it to keep us out of there…it must have worked, because I don’t think I ever stepped foot down there.

I had recurring nightmares as a kid of Bert and Ernie. Bert was super clean, and everything was white. Ernie was dirty, dirty and everything was black. I would wake up so anxious it would take hours for me to fall back to sleep. If I am having a particularly stressful time in my life, (like sending my oldest kid to college in 3 weeks!) this stupid dream comes back, and does the same shit to me that it did when I was a little kid. Is that fucked up, or what?

Somehow, I don’t think demented Bert and Ernie are in anyone’s dream books for me to look up the meaning…